Circus

[Pre Chorus: R-Mean]

Lets 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 shit down on these clowns, Ready

[Chorus: Kabaka Pyramid]

Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame

Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying

This lion can’t tame better get this in your brain

The spirit of the legends is flowing into my veins, R-Mean

You still keeping them entertained

While you dropping the knowledge that paint a picture in the frame

Keeping it militant is the mission and the aim

Till you seated with the gods and they remember the name

Accurate

[Verse 1: R-Mean]

Sometimes I feel like I'm Fifty, when he spit “how to rob”

Cus I’m robbing motherfuckers of their spotlight, word is bond

Sometimes I feel like I’m Eminem when he turned to shady

And started calling out everyone that’s fucking Fugazi

Sometimes I feel like I’m Jay, 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 drop 300 bars of dissin’, now listen

Sometimes I feel like I’m Pac, not the “keep your head up” rapper

Nah I’m talking about the Pac that’ll spit in your fucking camera

Talking ‘bout the Pac that got ‘em killed on that cold night

That say what he feel even if it cost him his own life

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 controlling the mind

Man sometimes I feel like flowing like Com

Sometimes I’m flowing like Mos

Sometimes I’m like Kweli

Or KRS, Rakim, I’m teaching you who the gods be

I’m talking ‘bout Wu-Tang

Talking bout Mobb Deep

Man what the fuck you talking about I’m talking about Nas B

[Pre Chorus: R-Mean]

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 shit down on these clowns

[Chorus: Kabaka Pyramid]

Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame

Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying

This lion can’t tame better get this in your brain

The spirit of the legends is flowing into my veins, R-Mean

You still keeping them entertained

While you dropping the knowledge that paint a picture in the frame

Keeping it militant is the mission and the aim

Till you seated with the gods and they remember the name

Accurate

[Verse 2: R-Mean]

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 shit for my people

Sometimes I feel like I’m Nipsey, man I still follow his lead bro

Sometimes I’m like Kendrick, they turned music to metrics

And data analytics all we do is sit and accept it

Do anything for attention— tryna sell a dream

Poppin’ pussy she drop it low as her self esteem, I mean…

It ain’t no question, I’m sicker than a lot of you is

I should be resting and drinking a lot of fluids

Soon as we stepped in my apostles and I refused cus

Ain’t no Christ left in this game just a lot of Judas

[Pre Chorus: R-Mean]

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 shit down on these clowns

You all on my hitlist

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Uh oh

Circus in town Method bringing them ruckus

It’s me versus these clowns straight up Ringling Brothers

My team holding it down straight up bringing them butters

When I rain blowing them clouds better bring them umbrellas

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 DOC with them letters

Reverse though, you better be COD with my cheddar

Each verse go harder than anything that you work for

Build it from the ground up I just call it my first flow

Time to turn that frown up I get from out the dirt, ho

Wrote the rhyme in cursive but did it without a curse though

Wah Gwaan

I send you water, no Chandon

Mon trouble no want

Sister Nancy no bam bam, buh

Everytime that I let the rhyme go

You can dearly depart if you ain’t part of the convo

[Pre Chorus: Method Man]

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 hitlist

[Chorus: Kabaka Pyramid]

Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame

Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying, yah yah

Fire we burn and burn

Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame

Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying, yah yah

Bom boclaat