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Why can't you be good for something?
Not one shirt off your back
Why can't you be good for something?
Not one shirt off your back
Please
You will hear my heart
And the circuit will be complete
You will hear my heart
And the circuit will be complete
The Sugar Hill circuit
The Sugar Hill circuit
The Sugar Hill circuit
The Sugar Hill circuit
The Sugar Hill circuit
The Sugar Hill circuit
The Sugar
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit (yo)
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up
And get their wives to sing it with me
Why do you runaway now?
Why do you runaway now?
Circuits activated
Circuits activated
Circuits activated
Circuits activated
Why do
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
Motorcycles?
Were the circuits like freeways?
I kept dreaming of a world I thought I'd never see
And then, one day
I got in
CHORUS
Dead end circuit dead end circuit
Dead end circuit
Come out of the dead end circuit
I man find it hard to survive
In dis ya concrete jungle
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
No self-control
A chain reaction as my body lets go
A strange kind of light
The tempo takes me and the circuit excites
It's magnetic
Cause everyone's been digitized
But no one will be safe
The artist and the athlete
The stripper and the priest
Policeman and the poet
The kids down
Our gods are wires
In the circuit we crawl
In the circuit we crawl
In the circuit we crawl
Our gods are wires
In the circuit we crawl
In the circuit
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs
And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up
And get their wives to sing it with me
Motorcycles?
Were the circuits like freeways?
I kept dreaming of a world I thought I'd never see
And then, one day
I got in
brûlé
Ceux qui restent semblent plutôt noirs
Dès qu’un court-circuit se produit
Notre disjoncteur commun saute
Pour une période indéfinie
Et
the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I'm at large, running plays like a circuit, JT
I'm selling verses, Jay Z, watch
skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
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