Circus

Lyrics

Kenny Diaz ft. Reddawn - "Circus" [Emcee(s): Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock) and Spectrum (AKA Tom Brody)] [Producer(s): Kenny Diaz] [Sample (Multiple Elements): Armando Manzanero - "Esperaré" (0:00)] [Intro: Jedi Bateria and (Spectrum)] (Aight, what?) I be the Pyramindz (What?), I be the Pyramind (Yo, bring that shit, bring it. What, what, what, what, what?). Now check it out [Verse 1: Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock)] I be the Pyramind like X-Men to beats who plays the black sheep while I Get you emcees open like acid sheets, those who compete While they repeat, saying their style is free, my energy Be hitting. If you say your eye is like a camera, why can't you Focus? Picture the thrill that spread to stretch to the couches of the Egyptian I write this when you went inside to seven percussions I'm producing, the human eye can't clarify or magnify You need a telescope to microscope, but still only Getting poor, qualify, carry on like messages From commandments. Come blaze the cess with mescaline, but you were Just experimenting, so how the colors tasting? I'm tracing Emcees like radar on solar energy, no need for Batteries, switch the style like channels from underground Cable, I'm able to see the rainbow, produce a Spectrum As the mind ends ya, fist coming from all directions Particular from North, and that's how my motherfucking thoughts Export, I had this thought [Bridge: Spectrum (AKA Tom Brody)] Your thought, thought, thought Thoughts export, thoughts export [Verse 2: Spectrum (AKA Tom Brody)] Yo, Spectrum's too analystic, avoid the traps of depression Staggering my position in the cyph' recession, I question Traditions and trends, scheming bitches and roped friends Bothered these streets benefit boosters and hustlers Paid without the hassle of employment aid, racist bosses And cheap pay. I'm overworked and overlooked Thinking of a master plan and playing by the erratical mind To incline, well-defined, critics are hooked because I'm Too hip to get chirped, too hip to get jerked for the slang Of low-down schemes with a smirk, glamour and glitz Is what these rookies wear, shirt, hammer just purchased So fuck the charades, acting like a lyricist, you ventriloquist I'm truly sick of this. H.o.R., Reddawn We strike hard. Word is bond, we come off odd [Verse 3: Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock)] Pulling Your repertoire, pulling… what's that mean? I mean I'm grabbing Microphones and burning emcees, this is strictly freestyle Grab a microphone, and many emcees, they redial Matter of fact, I kick this, spit on rappers like a deck of cards Call me atheist 'cause I'm mind-tricked on believing These kids who think they're gods. When I'm doing this rap shit, it's Kind of ill, so stay still and fall like leaves 'cause adver- -saries, I pass 'em quickly just like debris [Verse 4: Spectrum (AKA Tom Brody)] Yo, Spectrum Position and transition from financial frustration, persuasive Minds hustle with talk, fashion in New York, boosted In the skies, no lies, a dime-a-dozen like big-willy Actors, Benz and Acuras, but I'm a legend in my own time Well-defined, plus I'm destined to define Poverty streets kept me crazy pure, will Assure that I'm well-equipped, dipped With the ill shit. Word is bond, that ill shit [Outro: Reddawn] Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock): No doubt, that's how we're gonna leave it off. No doubt, that's how we're leave it off. No doubt, that's how we're gonna leave it off. No doubt, that's how we're gonna leave it off. No doubt, no doubt, that's how we're gonna leave it off, leave it off, yo. Yeah Spectrum (AKA Tom Brody): That's how, that's how we're gonna leave it off. I'm Spectrum from the North. Jedi, no doubt, leave the red eye. Here we go. What, what, what? Bring it like that. Ah