Square One lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock]
Yo, fellas! (Yo, yo)
Yo, when was the last time you heard like some real HOT sh*t?
Know what I'm sayin'? Like a real HOT jam
Know what I'm sayin'? (And the lyrics..)
Yo, you don't hear that no more! You know what I'm sayin'?
n*ggas get a SP-1200, think they producer extraordinaires and all that
You know what I'm sayin'? You know?
Yo, but InI gotta take 'em back.. to Square One!

[Verse 1: Grap Luva]
Uh! I got some time to explain the true brain of a rhyme writer
So take the stance of a gunfighter
Others inject intellect or self respect
Or simply kickin' words for a tight paycheck
What they neglect is creative aspects and control
The sounds and words originate up in the soul
My thoughts cross wack MC's and wickedness
They seem to go hand-in-hand in the mess
That spawned the dawn of the fake MC
It's really funny to me how brothers front like they deadly, see?
Jah be's with me, so Ras G is no fool
Respectin' the original school that wrote the rules
I'm layin' all these real-ass facts upon the wax
Mass communication minus fakin' the jax
So relax, all the gods will make you crumble and fall
Keepin' you on the run as we start from Square One
[Hook x4]
"The InI's in the house"
"You don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras"
"You don't stop"
Square One!

[Verse 2: Ras G]
I have to get what I want, 'cause now it's no time to front
It's InI on the hunt just to smoke up the funk
With no fear in this industry, we in here!
So surprise! I appear, I play the back or the rear
I pushed and shoved to get in, and I've seen every sin
And it's been a long time considerin'
But no bitter man — African, Rastafarian, non-American
Checkin' every man! (Man)
In my zone because the I's all alone in this universe
I've seen the worst, now I'm comin' in first
A brother's thirst got him eager to merc
In full effect 'cause I'm stayin' alert
Bless the hurt at each and every concert
Taught well to be the very next expert
Never the spare one, I'm steppin' up to shoot a fair one
Settin' it off from Square One

[Hook x4]
"The InI's in the house"
"You don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras"
"You don't stop"
Square One!
[Verse 3: Rob-O]
In '95, 'nuff kids can catch the vapors
Rob-O spends his time puttin' words to paper
Still so, I maintains a fly flow
But every time I plant a seed, they won't let it grow
Guess it's the fact that I seen through your team of major fake outs
Your feeble attempts of gettin' caked out
But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paper chasin'
Playin' yaself and sayin' Nathan's
Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions
Or big figures that has you sh*ttin' on n*ggas?
It must be, thinkin' like the whole rap industry, son
Yeah, no doubt, you bugged out
It's not as stable or firm as you thought
In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this sh*t is finished!
Yo, Grap Luva! (Oh, no question)
'Cause this is how it should be done
We takin' it back to Square One

[Hook x4]
"The InI's in the house"
"You don't stop"
"Grap Luva, Marco Polo, Ras"
"You don't stop"
Square One!