Before we talk about factoring the sum of two squares, let's do a quick review
Hello?
[Hook]
Keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keeping dumb square
Keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keeping dumb square
Keep-keep
[Verse 1: Acumental]
I'm trying to make cake like bakeries
Playing off the same type vagaries I mimic on my late night jager sprees
Basically I've been surrounded by delirium
Expounding all my lunacy and frowning in the mirror
I'm mysterious
Greet peeps with a grin
Three sheets to the wind
Grim reap what I sow y'all
The road dog, speak heat to my kin
Breathe deep soak it in
Take heed to the most raw
We got spirit, like Mike in the Frighteners
Can't fight the urge
Take flight when I write a verse
The head honcho, trots in his moccs' and a poncho
Found throwing rocks at your household, duck
Ac make the crowd go buck
When this shit goes down yo, the sound goes up
Chicago blood stay pumping through my ticker
It's the company that doesn't need a gun to shoot a picture
I'm Fincher, David
Snitch and catch a fist to the face kid
Instrumentals mix with my language and boom
Turn your place to a grave or a tomb
Been scribbling inscriptions for days in my room
Constructing an ill verse, thumb flicking filters
Slamming these Lambics, and chugging these Pilsners
I'm at it again, got a pad and a pen
We keep dumb square (what)
It's Term and Ac for the win
Hello?
[Hook]
Keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keeping dumb square
Keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keeping dumb square
Keep-keep
[Verse 1: Acumental]
I'm trying to make cake like bakeries
Playing off the same type vagaries I mimic on my late night jager sprees
Basically I've been surrounded by delirium
Expounding all my lunacy and frowning in the mirror
I'm mysterious
Greet peeps with a grin
Three sheets to the wind
Grim reap what I sow y'all
The road dog, speak heat to my kin
Breathe deep soak it in
Take heed to the most raw
We got spirit, like Mike in the Frighteners
Can't fight the urge
Take flight when I write a verse
The head honcho, trots in his moccs' and a poncho
Found throwing rocks at your household, duck
Ac make the crowd go buck
When this shit goes down yo, the sound goes up
Chicago blood stay pumping through my ticker
It's the company that doesn't need a gun to shoot a picture
I'm Fincher, David
Snitch and catch a fist to the face kid
Instrumentals mix with my language and boom
Turn your place to a grave or a tomb
Been scribbling inscriptions for days in my room
Constructing an ill verse, thumb flicking filters
Slamming these Lambics, and chugging these Pilsners
I'm at it again, got a pad and a pen
We keep dumb square (what)
It's Term and Ac for the win
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