Canned Laughter Lyrics - Xv

[Intro: Various Artists] 

(Fuck ya circle) Yeah, same punch line 

(Fuck ya circle) Yeah, Same punch line 

[Hook: XV] 

Laugh tracks, applause and handclaps 

As we hear the same punch lines in all these damn raps 

Been soft, lip balm, sitcom acts 

Square, who me? Never been called that 

Squarian ether don't play this close to the heater 

Put some water in the tray and just place inside the freezer 

Take it out when you've made that follower a leader 

Then throw ice cubes down for the nicest emcee up 

[Verse 1: XV] 

Unbelievable L7 believer 

Since I was next to seven that night that I held the receiver 

I'm in LA taking a breather when the twins stopped breathing 

Then I made square in the circle to get over the grieving 

Or when my grandma passed, and I just kept dreaming 

That she was like, right there and I just kept reaching 

But couldn't reach it, that's the reason Imma' shine til she sees it 

Or til I make it to heaven, and ask "grandma you see it?" believe it 

[Hook: XV] 

[Verse 2: XV] 

Biggie's demon, I took a weekend to let it sink in 

Refraining from reaching, the mind state Chris Lighty was thinkin' 

Eating church's while my label's preaching 

They can't reach me on the jack so instead they jack reaching 

Bad reason 

Have meetings bout' tracks with wack treatments 

And acts that's half decent and bars that's half eaten 

Let's fact check these Rap Genius meanings when it lacks genius 

Niggas suck, like Sookie's last season. (Laughter) 

[Hook: XV] 

[Verse 3: XV] 

You thought a square wasn't cool? 

Threw em' two ice cubes, Jay said "New Rules" 

Might bring back jerry curl juice with this fro like Fudge 

Higher learning like the view of a dead poet standing on his chair inside a school 

Taking shots off the top, like Remy on the roof 

Screaming fuck niggas 

I hope you got Aflac, Duck nigga, cuz' here comes the attack 

Smooth as orange Julius Caesar under my snapback 

Got strap for niggas that be thirsty for an @ back 

That's that, the roots to the square that I am 

Used to rap like 50 cent, now I rap 100's in bands 

The real square root of a key, is 32 grams 

But when did I expect these dudes to tell the truth to their fans huh? 

Must have forgot where I am 

The kid with the green backpack is back to the plan 

So when I hear these punch lines about squares from these rap niggas 

They're the first to remind me, don't rap like the last nigga 

I heard this game is like handling dope 

So the 10 crack commandments is the shit that I quote 

I learned you can't fix the game if you end up broke 

Ask Nas, he made Ether, now that camel's the goat 

So if you take they breath away, keep your hands on they throat 

Squarian ether, that's a more fatal of dose 

[Hook: XV]