There ain't no room for squares here
Mountaintop is the pinnacle original the ritual tho mind over physical
And it's detrimental to know the handshake
Or miss your invite to the annual clam bake
I'm saying that's the kind drug I'm on
And if you wanna try some best bring yo funds
Cause I ain't paying, for you and me to stand out some
Cause rule number 1, I don't mess with bums
I got a lane, carved in stone over years
You can call me nomad cause I have no peers
No tears shed here cause look what it got me
So rude to your face like I work at Pop Copy
Not so cause I don't really harbor no hate
I just show up late looking fresh steal your date
Eat ya steak if you ain't home to try to stop me
I pack a lightsaber so go head son try me.

What you see now ain't available in sto's
I'm pure cut raw yes fresh as snow
Don't hang with no lames I'm my own name brand
And even yo mama wanna be in my band
No room all seats occupied
My Delorean only wants me inside
No room I'm just stating the facts
All you triangle players you can just re lax

Bridging the gap 'tween cliques and social outcasts
Anywhere I go's exactly where the party's at
And if I feel the need to no-show and lay low
Then trust me you ain't getting entrance to my do'
I am not stuck up but you will not bore me
No patience for dumb neverending stories
Whole life's a novel including cliffhangers
Y'all minor characters trying to be plot changers
It's danger to test me my waters never safe
That's like being a superhero wearing a cape
I like my movies Pixar bizarre and involving
I don't call girls baby I simply call em darling
I'm hauling all your chips in cause ya bluffing
You jocks go ahead I'd rather be McLovin
And that's the steez I'm on till the break of dawn
Skip the sidewalk just to walk on your lawn and I'm gone.

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Say old Wu slang just for fun son
Super Tecmo Bowl over Madden son
Kick it in the comic shop for conversation son
Brown liquor is my potna no vodka son
The chief rocka son till the day is done
Pick it up where I left it back at it son
Automatic son Larry Legend type aim
And your girl knows son way she says my name
Nah son who cares about your accolades
Nah son you ain't getting Yankees paid
Nah son a square is a square to me
Nah son the in crowd does not accept keys
There's nothing to it you're trying too hard son
No acting allowed on my cloud son
Matter fact son stop breathing my air
Cause secondhand oxygen is stored over there.

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