Lyrics:
(Oh my, God)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, God)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, G-G-God)
Put out the word Blahzay as emerged
(Oh my, God)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, God)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, G-G-God)
Put out the word Blahzay as emerged
amnesia
Memories no more
Every brain cell seems to short circuit
Spots before the eyes
Payin' interest on premature demise
Cirrhosis of the heart
We gon' start this one off live
Straight out of Bed-Stuy what's the word what's the word
How ya'll doing out there
Hope it's better than good it's
Just a few words
About my state
In the white noise of life
I might feel like listening up
But I can't meditate
With all strange circuits in my
road, never did rehearse it
On the janky promoter's tour through the Chitlin' Circuit
Where we at?
Game time
Dre shot his uncle for beatin' his mom
beginning
We fly so come feel the turbulence
Never bow to that serpent
Dreamed and found out I'm worth it
Soul circuit, love lurking and close curtains
I was a new kid on the circuit
Gold buckles in my eyes
But the horse I drew was plenty rank
Much to my surprise
I did a double back flip
early
Rick James, Charlie Murphy, I'm a product of the chitlin circuit
I'm a product of the nigga purchase
Drop bars like I'm losing service
Roll my
DRINKING WINE & SHIT, 25 BUT MY MENTAL PLANE IS OTHERWISE
WORD FROM THE WISE, YOU COULDN'T STOP MY SHINE
IF YOU WANTED, THIS GOD'S CREATION THAT I'M
yo ass up
[Kardinal Offishall]
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Now you can catch me and my niggaz in the limousine
working on this circuit
I remember in the Canada cold
delivering papers out the trunk when I was sick going door to door
you used that God got me I was
[Aesop Rock]
Wake up, wake up
Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up
[Percee P]
Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off
I battle with words, go to war with ideas
You defeat me never in a million years
The factor of the rapture
Is that you either get killed, wound,
your imagination, niggas catchin' a blur
I'm like the ________,
my rhymes come together like clockwork
perfect is the only way to word it
energy excerted
steez
I don't trip I maintain then complain on CD's
Aiyyo, check out that new flava in your ear that amaze ya
I make circuit breakers get
Pharoahe Monch is incredible
Ridiculous pivoting fit meticulous splitting shits
In half, 'cause my words make earthquakes
Soliciting intricately impossible
stress like you
So in other words little dirty we just like you
ya know!
[Chorus: Toya]
They thought he changed up since he came up
But he's
is encapsulating
theremins they sound twice as big
the closed-circuits gonna put on ten pounds
but we'll learn to get rid of them
everybody keep
the passing seasons
So there’s never nothing new under the God
Made sun just for that very
Reason so take that word, cuz what you heard
Is worth a thousand
in heaven
I'm tryna go to hell i like bad words
Weird kids who eat turds fuck the fly guys
That shit's for the birds
I'm a lame idiot, fuck what you
worth effort to play the circuit to be heard "F" it
Those were the days I wouldn't add the "uck" cus my church kept it
I was still praying to be perfected
tractorbeam
The surround is encapsulating
Theremins they sound twice as big
The closed-circuits gonna put on ten pounds
But we'll learn to get rid of them
where nobody pitched in for the gas
No words of encouragement had to give 'em to myself
Talkin' in the mirror like you'll have to do it yourself
When I
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