Woorden:
Circle Box

: (Instrumental)

my basement and Get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy Sorry, daddy, but I'm not that easy I'm not gonna sit here while you circle-jerk it and

t cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle

getting murked, though Yeah, we getting money, nigga Who getting work, though And I got the Kush, nigga I got the Purple, move squares 'Cause we got a hold on the circle

game was on, Tampa Bay and Carolina I wasn't payin' much attention, the volume down Not watchin' it at all This house was like an ice box, had all the

But now the chow line, y'all, was one big showtime But that's when a riot jumped off And they threw me in the box for startin it off They told me for

Up then down, lost not found Tomorrow's yesterday All the way, face to face Let me in your hiding place Justice, lives inside of laughter Stand alone, a circle

same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around

and pixies. Risky busniness, my life on a discus. Witness protection, tour the intestine. Geometric ethics knocks you out, Keep it keep it in the circle