Circulation Lyrics

Circulation lyrics

[Raw J]



this youngsta told me hip hop music to him was magnetic



like the north and south pole contained



I'm takin headphones to the brain with the volume crankin



absorbin the surroundings on the last car on the bart train



them words on the tape soothed out



but the majority of the passengers moved out



when his eyes opened, mine closed



I'm on stage feelin like this mic ain't on



how come the crowd don't respond?



a poem without a home exhaled with smoke when I spoke this



made from a spirit not from earth guiding me when I wrote this



will y'all slump this?



hold each and one of my peoples in a circumference



paradox though



one speaker box rocks slow



watch the asphalt blow



to you my music sounds distorted, a mute maze



folks that looked like me glanced sideways



please notify or tell me



how our voices got caught up in this devilish geometry



cold circuitry put the latches on unbottled spirits



I could've rode to it, grooved with it



now can't even stand it



all I ever tried to do was transmit what should of been
demanded...goddamnit!







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[Oatmeal]



and the loudest voice shall prevail, above and below



and more ground-hoggin it and sell your soul...i see too many



doin for themselves



can't think for themselves



a victim to the gravy train on musical scales...



on musical shelves, low-budge ink smudge, hiss or not hip hop's greatest
grudge



but I was born to walk this earth in my own world but in your presence



break bread with bankrupt nobles or wealthy peasants



unwritten code holds the clues to those who keep the essence



cash the crop now we left to scrape the culture's resin



sold my name, sold my thoughts 5 dollars a shot



no fame, hip hop scotch but a game



with these heads hard at work with a quirk to define



mentally out of shape leads to out of line--behavior, now that



that shit seems out of whack



you outta scratch, outta gas, do you plan to outlast?



out to rob or out to steal



out your mind, outta luck give a fuck the feenoms is gonna shine like this
track here



captivating are those--who got good rhyme, good vibe, good flows







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[Side B]



its only twice, in a blue moon precise that a tune sounded nice



fo' the price you paid



a pretty penny for plenty but not many sufficed if any...



we testifyin with mo' proof than Henny that-any cat-say there's



no such thang as a muthafuckin feenom track that don't



bang...cuz when its laid



its laced fatter than puma suedes



the package worth twice the price consumers paid



but we still underpaid, records underplayed, who didnt have



enough bread to spread the marmalade?



it's like broke pimps with half priced hookers



we let it boil then steam like rice cookers



I stood alone slangin tapes in crowded masquerades



my nights spent swingin ball-point blades to cut wax



rollin dice with snake-eyed players then hit craps



with raps on slipmats we circulate at high velocity...



Ain't tryin to cop, yall cats killed my curiousity







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