
Artist: Nick Vido
Song Title: Measuring Watts
Square Rude
All Lyrics by Nick Vido
Copyright Spaceship Seven Records
All Rights Reserved

Take a ride on a rocket to a distant star 
I got a different start
I've got the pistol parked underneath the front seat of the car
In case they're measuring watts, checking up on what I got
I might be a dead man walking, skeleton talking
But I'm out here sparking, man, I'll be still squawking
Barking until my pulse elevates 
Talking ain't no way my damned veins can be saved
Avoid the quicksand in vehicles unmanned
I got the cash in hand I got the master plan
Underrated but I'm never over estimated
I stepped into the game and now I'm fixing to play it
I couldn't take it on the sidelines
Now I'm tryin to get mine, I'm gonna shine in my time
I've got a hundred million rhymes, a hundred million times
A hundred million dollars if I sign on the line
Make me an offer I cannot decline
Or I'ma ride because my people gotta eat, I'm on the grind
I took the time to get the lines in sight
I've got a mind to fight, I got the key and kite
I lit the pilot light, yeah I can rhyme all night
And see my light from Chicago because I burn so bright, alright?
All up in the circles I move, I'm always caught in the groove 
But I'm still skirting the rules, and I'ma take you to school
You know I stay with the tool because the fools wanna bruise...
Bruise Who?

Watch out for the keeper because the banks delay
Checking them checks for the crime that pays
Got another crook on election day
Well that's a robbery never going away
Watch out for the reaper because they're tanked today
Back them on down if they're trying to spray
Watch them all fall, hit their knees, and pray
I'm my brother's keeper I done paved the way

I've got more air and flow that'll go there I roll 
With a gold chair that's brighter than Times Square 
I'm right when I declare that I am The King here 
And all you fake punks take a walk off a short pier 
I'll be in my beach chair just smelling the sea air 
And see to it that this new army is prepared...
What do you know about the ops and the mission?
Turn up, take notes, boy, and pay attention
I've gotta mention things I can't mention
Not the banker with the pension more Geneva Convention
Take you on a ride in the fourth dimension
Bring attention to illegal detention 
It's an extension of the penchant for greed and deeds 
To guarantee that you and you and you and me can be free
Finally did it, and still ain't checked up to Hoffa
Yeah, I got an offer...

It's sickening how I've been ripping I keep it flipping
I'm dipping in and out of predicaments avoiding sentences
A stranglehold I brought a load to let my pockets grow
I've got a rocket, though, so watch what I've foretold
I'll watch the block get sewed, the clock is tocking slow
Well I'ma sip bordeaux, and maybe paint Van Gogh
Maybe read Thoreau, and maybe Golden Globe
Because I'm a real old soul, this ain't a Minstrel Show

So they've got a crisis on nights I'm on and off of the flights 
And in and out of the pipes and in and out of my sights
Packs'll come overnight
The buffers I overwrite are making dollars disappear in the light
They want to know what it's like, me and he reunite 
Trying to improve human rights, it's something bigger than I
But not quite, it ain't black it ain't white
So sit tight - it's Nick V and Pretty Lights

Nick Vido - Square Rude - 01 - Measuring Watts


Song Title: Psychedelic Rush
Artist: Nick Vido
Copyright Spaceship Seven Records
All Rights Reserved

I can bring a strange feeling, I arrange Psychedelic Rush, 
Hemoglobin in the veins
Giving you a push with the orange crush - DXM all in the brain
Once again nightmare from a curse, million bucks from a verse
Spent a night in a hearse 'fore they put me in the dirt, 
Didn't hurt, but I swear it was the worst feeling that I ever had
Never give it back because it made me who I am
Looking back, I'm a bandit, like I planned 
It was a heist, influenced again
What's your man been battling, then?
Til he hits the grave, this is not a slave ship, this is laid brick
This is the matrix, this is that make made men shit
All them wise guys been tumbling down 
Since I hit them in the mouth with the bounce
I renounce all the critics on their ass sitting on their mama's couch
Ain't a thing ya'll could say to put my words back where they came from, though, son
About damn time I came with the funk
Ya'll rhymes stink a dang old skunk
So I ventilate the room, I paid the dues, and weighed the tools
I walk around bound with the blood of the master class
Bow to the sifu: this kata ain't a waltz it's a cantata 
Hundred skulls in my regatta, persian rug from The Maharaja
Got a terracotta depicting demise of elephant lives, seven vipers
Venom from her eyes I advise you to look away or turn to stone from the rhymes 
It's a fine line, it's automatic, I'm nomadic traveling, scrabbling, triple word score
Can I get an encore? My device is electrostatic
This is my machine, triple beam dream, cream in abundance 
Leaves from the seeds that I plant sewing up the seams and I swear I've really seen some things
My grandaddy gone, watching doctors sticking needles in his veins
I know I might not deserve straight A's, but it's like that so I get them anyway


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