Circus

[Verse 1: Tyze Nitro]

Pedo rappers be the talk of the town, my self control still loose, fuck making amends

Shit bags better duck down with this Kalashnikov, it’s murder on there ends

Own lane like a cyclist, got my own way

Minuteman Omega, nuke button is to play

She wanna lay down, finna get laid

Z is for zap, got the quantum ray

Skull and bone, pirate station upbringings

Making dope, cooking up in the kitchen

Making dope since I was a infant, this one’s for the ears, hope y’all listening

Zeytana reppin, Mans so fly man float wit the angels, scatter all my feathers

Been on a madness that don’t need mеthods

Smoke the game likе a pipe if Mario never left it

I create unavoidable storms you ain’t Maya Jama as a portable form

Town concealed in an Orbital road, London in a dome like EPA wanted a war

Put the panties on the side, the pussy the main dish

Ain’t queueing up for shit unless I’m on playlist

Northside I reside from the top, Breathed in the smoke, got my lungs aching

Now said you will be there, where are you now?

Got you man all pressed, buttons pushed far down

If this shit a mess its a masterpiece, cuz I guess it’s what they call art now

Fly enough to have air traffic control

Iridescent when I’m shooting all of these ghosts

Bare energy, took all the volts

Took a puff and my vision warps it’s like

Selling beats is selling dope, don’t bait me on the beat tag

See my name and face on screens like they brought back Ceefax

This side and there side the missiles will run high

Farenheight I reach when I catch a light I fly high

Tyze for the limelight, it shine bright, it blinds eyes

I got bare connections, no broadband no wifi (Oh my days)

[Verse 2: Tyze Nitro]

Marathon with the robberies with ps you run em all

Call me a athlete, Imma fucking somersault

My music makes your uncle cry just like Johnson’s oil on the cuts you have, it’s uncomfortable

I have the power feel like I’m He-Man

Blood out the nose that was time for a rebrand

If I'm addicted to sound, I’m just like Shady, I'm finna relapse

I’m the boss like I run the cornershops

I’m the shit like I’m a motherfucking porta pot

No holiday discount if you can’t afford the rock

Wrestle with the dealer put the gloves on

My niggas are killing like got hunting rifles

Palm to palms when I’m praying to the bible

Fuck making sleepers, cut doses of a NyQuil

Noise never stiflled take it to the meister

[Verse 3: Huey Evergreen]

Your on the base of a fringe

When I step to the office, take the door of the hinge

Watch the tables spin like the tourniquet, on some centrifuge shit

Leave your favourite MC without teeth and dunces cap my idiotic art piece in the studio freak

Deep in-Deep in [?] sheets we can fuck to the beats

Take that skin off your face and composed it on your flesh and meat

I call it sheet music, and spread it hard you can sleep to it

Beatbox music, Like DubFresh you couldn’t YouTube it

0303, we rep Tixplosive*, You better stay focused like a Jury in Munich

[Hook: Tyze Nitro]

I’m an accident with a purpose, fam, I got two gyal on me like a burner

Crowd going burnt and crisp like ash from a furnace

Cali got my head in a circus

Don’t run in trends, they don't live to rest

Boydem dressed up like silhouettes

The scene came from pirate DJ sets, don't play the rules like the best

Blud, I’m an accident with a purpose, fam, I got two gyal on me like a burner

Crowd going burnt and crisp like ash from a furnace

Cali got my head in a circus

Don’t run in trends, they don't live to rest

Boydem dressed up like silhouettes

The scene came from pirate DJ sets, don't play the rules like the best