Circus

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