Testo Circus - R-Mean feat. Method Man & Kabaka Pyramid
Testo della canzone Circus (R-Mean feat. Method Man & Kabaka Pyramid), tratta dall'album Circus
Skotch
Know what I mean?
Bumboclaat clown yah
What dem, yeah
A circus dem take this thing for?
Talk to dem enuh, ah mean
Accurate
Let's get down to business (Yup)
I don't got no time to play around, what is this? (Never)
Must be a circus in town
Let's shut this - down on these clowns (Ready)
Tell dem seh we a run di game, we nuh do dis fi di fame (Nuh time)
Clowns be trippin' but we nuh listen weh dem sayin' (Sayin')
Dis lion cyaan tame, betta get dis in yuh brain (Yeah, yeah)
Di spirit of di legends is flowin' into my veins (Buck, buck)
I mean, yuh still keepin' dem entertained
While yuh droppin' di knowledge dat
Paint di picture in di frame (True, true)
Keepin' it militant is di mission and di aim
'Til yuh seated wit' di gods and dem rememba di name (Accurate)
Sometimes I feel like I'm 50, when he spit "How To Rob"
'Cause I'm robbin' muh'fuckers of
They spotlight, word is bond (On God)
Sometimes I feel like I'm Eminem, when he turned to Shady
And started callin' out everyone that's fuckin' fugazi (Haha)
Sometimes I feel like I'm Jay (Whoa), sometimes I feel like I'm Diddy
Sometimes I feel like I'm Dre, just tryna get to that billi'
Sometimes I feel like I'm Game, on a mission
And just dropped 300 Bars, a diss, and now listen (Hahaha)
Sometimes I feel like I'm Pac, not the "Keep Ya Head Up" rapper (Nah)
Now I'm talkin' 'bout the 'Pac that'll
Spit in your fuckin' camera (Yeah)
Talkin' 'bout the 'Pac that got him
Killed on that cold night (Westside)
To say what he feel even if it cost him his own life (Ahh)
Sometimes I'm like Biggie, sometimes I'm like Shyne
Sometimes I feel like Canibus in his prime, animal when he rhyme
And he know that you blind, man controllin' dem mind
Man, sometimes I feel like flowin' like Com
Sometimes I'm flowin' like Mos, sometimes I'm like Kweli
Or KRS, Rakim, I'm teachin' you who the gods be
I'm talkin' 'bout Wu-Tang, talkin' 'bout Mobb Deep
Man, what, man what you talkin' 'bout? I'm talkin' 'bout Nas, B
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town
Let's shut this - down on these
Clowns (Weh dem take this thing for?)
Tell dem seh we a run di game, we nuh do dis fi di fame (Nuh time)
Clowns be trippin' but we nuh listen weh dem sayin' (Sayin')
Dis lion cyaan tame, betta get dis in yuh brain (Yeah, yeah)
Di spirit of di legends is flowin' into my veins (Buck, buck)
I mean, yuh still keepin' dem entertained
While yuh droppin' di knowledge dat
Paint di picture in di frame (True, true)
Keepin' it militant is di mission and di aim
'Til yuh seated wit' di gods and dem rememba di name (Accurate)
Sometimes I feel like I'm Cole, no jewelry and no gold
Just spit my heart and my soul and let the stories unfold
Sometimes I feel like I'm Meek, do this - for my people
Sometimes I feel like I'm Nipsey, man
I still follow his lead, bro (Yeah)
Sometimes I'm like Kendrick (Yeah), they turn music to metrics
And data analytics, all we do is sit and accept it (It's all we do)
Do anything for attention, tryna sell a dream (Dream)
Poppin' -, she drop it low as her self-esteem
I mean, ain't no question, I'm sicker than lotta you is
I should be restin' and drinkin' a lot of fluids
Soon as we stepped in, my apostles and I refused
'Cause ain't no Christ left in this game, just a lot of Judas
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town
Let's shut this - down on these clowns
You all on my hit list
Uh-oh, circus in town, Method bringin' dem ruckus
It's me versus these clowns, straight up Ringling Bros
My team holdin' it down, straight up bringin' dem butters
When I rain, blowin' dem clouds, better bring dem umbrellas (Brr)
Brand new Margielas, my shoes is French and Vanilla
She tryna trick a fella, I pick up my pen and tell her
Nobody do it better like D.O.C. with them letters
Reverse though, you better be C.O.D. with my cheddar
Each verse go harder than anything that you work fo'
Build it from the ground up, I just call it my first flow
Time to turn that frown up, I get it from out the dirt
Wrote the rhyme in cursive but did it without a curse though
Wagwan, a Sincho Watano, Shandon
Man trouble no one, Sister Nancy, no Bon Bon (Boom)
E'ry time that I let the rhyme go
You can dearly depart if you ain't part of the convo
Let's get down to business
I ain't got time to play around, what is this?
Looks like the circus in town
Let's shut this thing down on these clowns
You all on my hit list
Tell dem seh we a run di game, we nuh do dis fi di fame
Clowns be trippin' but we nuh listen weh dem sayin', yeah
Fire we burnin', red
Tell dem seh we a run di game, we nuh do dis fi di fame
Clowns be trippin' but we nuh listen weh dem sayin'
Ahh, bumboclaat
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Storch, Clifford Smith, Oje Ken Ollivierre, Vincent Van De Ende, Armin Hariri
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