Welcome to the circus you’re all invited (roll up roll up get your tickets from the kiosk) Welcome to the circus you’re all invited (Hurry, Hurry, hurry don’t be late for the show) Welcome to the circus you’re all invited (roll up roll up get your tickets from the kiosk) Welcome to the circus you’re all invited (Hurry, Hurry, hurry don’t be late for the show) Some days are like were walking a tightrope without a net, like we flying on the trapezes but without any grip, we see the tumble teams are training just without any flips, I hear the clowns are out but we see there’s be no funny shit. I got my ticket, passed it over and now I'm sitting in my seat. I overhear a couple talk about how the world they see. She said, “were all in the same boat,” He said I don't agree we maybe all in the same storm but I be sailing differently. I reckon she paused for a second like she was double checking her reflection in the river of his intellect. In that split second the life lesson was learned with no lectures, that split second opened up a new perspective. He said “you see the circus tent we entering, we sit in similarly seats, but I see the world through the perspective that I see to survive. The everyday life I live and how breathe, and everything comes down to the way the shows perceived. You see there flying high on the trapeze, are they defeating gravity, or tryna retreat from reality either way, their tryna rise above their situation, now over to the clowns is it laughter that they chasing? Or is it something deeper tryna escape their inner reaper, tryna reap what they sow so tomorrow there’s no sorrow. Sewing patches on their coats, singing songs with made up notes, you may a see river, but they may see a moat. The circus, conditions in reality causing us stress are we running from or running to mess or success. Are we juggling opinions to fit in with the millions who probably wouldn’t care if we took our last breath? Look up at the tight rope walker planning the next step if he makes a wrong decision his loses his rep, with or without a safety net, look at the crowd they placing bets, whatever next, these conditions in reality causing us stress, He’s throwing the daggers to her neck as they spin the circle deck, death defying or delivering her closer to her death We all face the daily tests but do our best to manifest, a life that the circus can't control until we rest.

I put that work in so this is how I will survive (I work), until the sun goes down X 4 Look over ya shoulder remember i told ya when I be older, I still be a soldier colder than many and any and plenty like benny I’m sending um over the edge and I’m edging me bets when I'm vex so I'm taking my time when I rhyme like a vet when I'm putting in work I be all over town... until the sun goes down. I’m in discussed in the same clothes, I’m in the sky breaking Rainbows searching for colours that never discovered so I can make millions on new clothes. Working out ways I wonder, driving my days like thunder, never clapping the snooze when I’m on a cruise like Tom I’m thumbing through numbers. Searching for calls to make, while I be baking insomnia cakes, cause staying awake is the way I be making my play till my day to break. Life level 49, 50 is flow time, 51 is called divine, 52 is press rewind. Maybe I’ll be 83 when I return to earth, but for now it’s time to work We all live and die on the same day, don’t want to see pavements washed away The Hennessey River delivers the shivers as it slithers the alley ways, like sakes and serpents, but apples are bitten on purpose. I guess that’s the control of the circus. Now let that seep in, still on my ones like I'm creeping. protecting my craft like I'm sailing the seas and boy my shit ain't leaking helping myself like a selfish decan, if you don't understand Google the meaning I’m dreaming of days when you catching my waves until then watch for the beacons if I be grim us I’m reaping, probably not in the mood for speaking plotting the ways for killing the game then digging up plots to keep it, the death in their cadence it's evidence Are they just dedicated to decadence I guess that’s how they stay relevant If sleep is the cousins of death, I’m breathing insomnia breaths. Still making those cakes, like mirrors multiply when they break. The meek will inherit the earth, but please don’t forget your worth and always be putting in work.

1 double 0, 10 x 10 ima keep it 100 till the very end. X 4 My minds exploding with these words I can't write fast enough, It's like I'm talking to myself and tryna call my bluff. I grab the pen and fingers grip it like a rusty needle, Inject the paper with the vapour that be fucking evil. Hugging the church steeple screaming can you hear the people. The people dying to see G.O.D as if he's equal .Are we praying for forgiveness or forgiving prayers on my knees 2 x 3 x 3s the fear? False events appearing real as if they really here ,Self-isolation got me captive like I'm serving years, But I see elation in myself like internal cheers, where everybody knows my name, but I don’t sip those beers .T total gimme that jack Dan and make the cola prevalent ,Second thought hold off the jack Dan that’s shits irreverent .I’m seeing clearly now the rain has gone and mornings broken. The travesty in honesty has got some people woken. But some be sleeping on the facts before they started posting, Searching for their facts to only back up what they boasting. Hosting conversations swearing google is the mecca B Queuing to drill me with DIY facts like black n decker. It's like I'm stood up in the garden of gethsemane, praying for myself before they crucify my synergy of beats and bars that be powerful like emancipation, of you and all that bullshit that you always chasing .Money motivation masquerading like Madonna ,Sale millions masturbating then switch up to dog collar. The only permanent thing in this life is kind of scary .The only permanent think is that life is temporary. I'm tempted already to bury all my fears and marry my mind to the sunshine so I can live eternal years .Prepared for parasites and leaches bleaching up the truth, Sometimes the truth is still o pinion but with little proof ,Mixed with a little bit narcissism crushed on ice, A wise mans prepared for you to think he not wise. So, read between the line's aril sacrifice the ego. Pack the dice with info jack them twice and the ill let go. If your life's a craps game then you blows the casinos into smithereenos, get stoned then rob Denerio's .If cash is ruling every thing around me I'm a run to the circus and be a clown call me pennywise the merciless

Are you clownin around or being clowned? X4 Who’s clownin’ who? It’s like, this life's a circus, control by the hands of the merciless clowning around shutting it down picking the pockets till people are worthless, Picking the pennies from purses, wishing wells empty, wishing for mercy Wishing for wellness never again car wishing for wellness is worthless I'm welling up while I be writing contemplating the man that be dying contemplating the man that be trying to die but dying to try the enlightenment. The big top is open, some people be scoping and hoping Searching for happiness like their eloping avoiding the beams and the ropes in. Clashing the glasses like toasting, celebrate life, as they were coasting hosting a party after their life, but no one be there because they be ghosting I'm setting my stall out as I be pacing walking a Fine Line between love and hating, Hating the fact that I'm having to walk the line without any patience letting the situation fester No techs upon my dresses, technically I’d rather be getting undressed and taking a long cuestas The aggressor the media faking, molesting in masks and contemplating moves they making carefully, but I care to free the awakened Like Robert DeNiro taxi be driving I’m ready for shooting and looting the place up, not give in a fuck, but striving for change re arranging the makeup, Just wanna be fucking the game up, so picture the image and frame up Enter the circus ring the horses dragging the hearses, then Tryna blame us Just wanna be fucking the game up, so picture the image and frame up Enter the circus ring the horses dragging the hearses, then Tryna blame us. Causing Kaos to brainwash but I be cleaning my mind like stainless steel I feel reflections in the knifes I see what really real is and now we be spinning round confused with all the fact as they be throwing the daggers in your back it seems like a circus act. I told ya, this life’s a circus still controlled by the hands of the Mursulis, if they be clowning around let's shut them down until the big top is surplus.

Ghosted for a while like I was Swazey on um. Clay moulding Mics to kiln and blaze on um.18 hundred Fahrenheit the minimum. 7x7 when I’m sinning on um 49 summers chilling on um catching sunrise. I’m baring everyday bar the next day. And on the next day I’m baring' anyway. And when tomorrow comes ill bar for yesterday. I’ll memorize my memories in many ways for solemn days. Replay them in my mind to elevate my ways. I'll crucify the crucifix like I don’t care. Until i see the sign i guess you’re nowhere. And even if i see it once you know I need to see it twice. Until that day I’m forging signatures for Christ I’m signing up my name in languages so check the way my fingers fold. Ten Hail Marys or some secret code? Covey 19 has got me sitting tight, A handful of gangsters 5G’s sight. My frame of minds slumped it ain’t sitting right. I’m burning up the post about the posts they like. Conspiracies s are fine but check the facts before they dominate. 3 sided stories to contemplate. Side 1 yours 2 mine 3 the true. Opinions are opinions I don’t give a kucf. Some see the shadows on the bridge and call them enemies. I’d rather look up to the sun and gain the energies. The vitamin D’s the ammo that I crave, dispel the demons in the mist then hit the rave. Crazy thoughts we have to send you round the bend, laying back and thinking where the sky ends, if I could reach the stars would they still be there? How many chemicals do we breathe in the air if I could life forever would I do it or would I decline, if I could live again how would I spend my time. I have too many questions locked up in the volts, its’ time for me to go and make the beat holt

It’s like I’m on a trapeze and I don’t wanna come down. It’s like my world is at ease when I’m flyin high. It’s like I’m on a trapeze and I don’t wanna come down. It’s like my world is at ease when I’m flyin high in my zone On these days I feel like I could smile in the face of adversity, laugh at the plans of my enemies, confront my inner self with the energy that if I battled myself in the mirror, I'd defeat me. Cause today I'm feeling blessed like I manifest a million pounds hugs and kisses, today nothings too ambitious I could drop the bowl and break none of the dishes, rub the magic lamp and grant the genie wishes make Stevie see I'm superstitious searching for the stimuli, while simultaneously working on my alibies , for when I bottle my adrenaline and grin, sell it in the supermarket next to purple gin for a crazy mark up, today I'm in it to win it , tomorrow I maybe out to loss so today I do as much as I can do, grip the bar step off the edge, and p lunge into the wilderness, take the safety off and release the net. Adrenaline rushing like roulette with all the bullets, squeeze and pull it, ricochet the temple create the mullet hair today gone tomorrow live to the fullest, pull the wool over the eyes who desiccate the forest to be honest I'm sowing seeds of sacrifice like Christmas on the cross but return with Medusa’s eyes I'm stone cold staring in the day as I banish night, cause I'm not scared when I see the demons in the DAY light. Gillespie status, dizzy when I'm grooving high, to many Tunisian nights I'm trumping all ya life all ya aces, kings Queens Jack's and 10s ,9,8,7s 6 to 1 up in the betting pen I'm selling odds, place ya bets on me, I'm the one to get six when I roll the dice in my cell IM cutting free. Grip the bar step off the edge, and plunge into the wilderness, take the safety off and release the net Today it's the trapeze tomorrow could be the tight rope in greasy shoes over a fire that's just stoked hotter than a liar that's plotting in heaven at the pearly gates awaiting his fate dispelled by his faith but for now, I'm like Montana holding double hammers or David banner sunbathing in the rays of gamma, grip the bar step off the edge, and plunge into the wilderness, take the safety off and release the net

Are they running away from the pain, by running and running and running the game All aboard the runaway train. She was 22 he was nearly 17, living the dream to be queen of her scene .Thought he was older the head on his shoulder mature then most that well that’s what he told her. She thought he was cute since day, Tryna find ways, to even say hay, Many a day, shed talk of the play, but never really, got things underway, a yesterday dream or so it would seem, not even the eye of the future would gleam. Dreaming of beaming and being his bride a modern day bonnie and Clyde shooting the stars as they ride together, stepping on clouds ever under the weather, prepared to be like the out casted forever ever ever ever 17 dreaming like al Pacino a top boy Kano a buy any means bro, Larger than life eternity sized forever biggin himself up like the guy Not Living out life on the limbo, never the down low, nor did he think so No1 principle, walk on the road like your shit is invincible, Biblical blessing were lesser then welcome, swearing to god there no point in helping. Turning round G.O.D so only dogs yelping. Always just did what he pleases, no time for Jesus, not time for sneezes. But his heart would always stay cold until the day hell freezes. They met on the day that he buried his friend crying with anger looking revenge, they got in his Benz and drove back to his ends, from that moment they more than just friends, pretending to be on the hush, keeping it secret felt like a rush but pushing his weight, while they on a date, had his enemies all in debate. Get him or get her, death on a Persian rug, with pools of blood like a blur a modern-day massacre making the news, revenge for the years of abuse. Maybe today maybe the next Rolex on his wrist counting the sec. How many days left with breath, living this life what you expect Like Sharon stone in casino blow up her nose like sniffing tornados, you know how it goes catching them raze on holidays up in Barbados, living her life like a legend, blind to the ways of where it was heading, friends in abundance feeding her hype telling her time to get rid of her guy, time to solo inherit the crown, time to slow done on the merry go round, time to regroup, take over the troops ,notorious time singing for gimme the loots , in cahoots with the devil, but bringing that heat on that level , the perfect plan in her sights but will it withstand the Fahrenheit. He hit her so hard she forgot how to cry, you see he discovered her plan that night, But running the road was more than a game, a tear in his eye as he took his aim. He Had to unload to keep with the code of the road defending his name ,Even though simple and plan, never love anybody again He let off his chamber 2 to the face as another shot rang through the place , shed ordered the hit while sipping a cocktail up on the beach with her mates so after the guns were blasting no love was left no love was lasting They died on the floor side by side ironically, now there like Bonnie and Clyde

Only G.O.D can judge me an honestly sometimes I won’t even agree, Opinions are opinions You make a couple mistakes, and everybody judge you. So go get the jury because I know i made a few. F the judges and the people in the gallery’s looking down at me making these mistakes infrequently I’m only human, as i get my rag and bone on, clothes are thrown on, flying high like I got my drown on, spray cologne on, close my ears and let the moan and moan on and moan on and moan on. Maybe it’s just lately, blatantly my molars have been vomiting, because I’m sick to my back teeth of commenting. Wanna remark from the start, Wanna try and diminish the finish. But here’s a riddle in the middle it’s a straight acquittal tell the jury ain't no time for sentencing and you can have that on the record thanks to Edison I'm wrestling with your opinions please stop the meddling I know you think it helps but that some bullshit medicine. I’ve played the lotto been to bingo but never been to bet Fred but i bet the day I’m dead my numbers will be red, ill head to the pearly gates, and beg for another day so I can spend my winnings in so many ways I’m only joking, but real talk life’s about decisions, collisions with ambitions, avoiding superstitions, my final tombstone, covered by inscriptions , made many a bad decision but avoided repetitions, maybe the prison window bars are scared with self-refection in limbo, sliced up like akimbo, ,Sliding doors like a Mo fo , 2 minutes late and your fate can be fucked like nympho, 2 minutes earlier your pearly whites are so bright because your smile ignites up your life, ignites up your wife ignites up the dynamite to blow spite and stress out of sight. You can judge me for who I am at present not who I was as in adolescents cause even G.O.D. turns crims in to revenants, laws breaches to redemption teachers, drug dealers, to quitting needle preachers, real haters to them love seekers, anti-war speakers. The fighting foetus to world peacekeepers, the dominant to the endearing, the blind eye never peering to the all seeing all hearing.

The prize fighters, so come and place your bets, come, and place your bets and see what odds you get. X3 I’m sitting in a dark city, where my bark ain’t pretty a marksman hit me with arrows of infinity.Now the holy trinity is on my case face, forever is forever is forever's in place ill state my case been around since the fats were laced, now is on a paper chase, 49 I’m running my own race at my own pace with elegance and grace, a little smirk on my face cause of my work rate now let’s debate my fate,, 2 steps from great, but a smile on my face cause my boots are laced, tighter then a pair of pliers in a nuns Vagina, so now I’m stepping to the place where I should resided. A rusty typewriter, with misplaced keys is how I conjure up these concepts to murder MCs just like in the cool breeze with a Covi sneeze creeping through the trees the evil dead movie. They say the meek shall inherit the earth, but you be really blessed if you understand your real worth that’s the real test if you understand your real skill set I know mine lyric quotably and beats to break ya f’in ,I got next I got now you got yesterday and yes I turn days into years for you to figure out my word play that I display every single day when I roll around the way

You see the sky's are closing in, where's the sunshine, where does it begin. You see the sky's are closing in, where's the sunshine. I just wanna see the sunshine in the sky. I'm sitting here alone, try a escape my dome, my thoughts rome around searching for a new home, new scenarios new dreams new scenes, New escape mechanisms for the laser beams, info red dots self-assignation plots, self-esteem suffocation pleasantries forgot, apologies are played out in the theatres of my thoughts, the audience is silent nobody talks, ushers selling program as souvenirs the curtain call is so close I can taste the fear, the stench of solitude settles in the stalls as the audience fades away the curtain closes to all. staring at the speakers as the 808 looms, transfixed the sounds engulfed by the boom, hypnotised by the highs I hear the clicks and open my eyes, as the MPC starts to rise floating round the room samples all doomed, twisted, and consumed by the shadows of the moon. Piano keys tip the scales, melodies are frail, I try to save the broken rhythms but to no avail Clutching the quarter notes, tryna catch the clef but as I stretch the baseline struggling for breath, Cardiac arrest now in progress, I’m that stressed I visualize this musically musical mess Now all Alone with the 4 walls, peering through the blinds where's the sunshine all I see the rain fall damp pavements paved with the same shit, reflections of the past dancing in the future mist. Todays the day I wished I missed off my living list, why can't I just borrow tomorrow today won't be missed. I know this feeling will just disappear like yesterday and just like today history will once again be made. Is it a fair trade to live your life on lower levels like the feeling of a rose when it loses all its petals? So you can see the sunshine on occasional days, and feel the warmth of its rays

Shut the fuck up about cancel culture, Sulkers giving me gout and an ulcer. Solved by keeping your hands off vulvas. Damn that’s vulgar, but you can smash sculptures. And shut the fuck up about The Joker. This film is shit, I shout from my sofa, Scowl ‘til it’s over, I’m bored Like a corpse in rest, so shut up, it’s for the best. And I don’t want to hear from you talking heads Why is Jordan Peterson still drawing breath? Shut the fuck up about the reasons for your debt And the new season of The Walking Dead Shut up about cryptos and NFTs Burning effigies is a better waste of energy. So please don’t share your plans and your schemes and no-one cares what happened in your dream Montener the Menace will enter your terrace. Tread on your carpet, ready to blemish Never embellish, if I said it, I meant it Cherish every sentence and shred ya like lettuce Relish the penance of emcees wetter than Venice Grunt like Jessica Ennis when playing tennis (huh) Wrong sport, fuck it, all the same ball park Contort my frame to the shape of a bull shark Leaving bite wounds In the place of a hallmark What you call art is as cringe as a stalled car false starts then used rap as a leaping pad You were all heart till I started keeping track now I’m leaving man's seething mad. I don’t cheat on Tan, but I could be your dad Hard to escape, like a fart in a sleeping bag After eating bad, cos emcees are needing gags. So walk with me as I wonder through the wilderness, wondering what happened to the stillness The worlds full of crazy swirls, what happened to the trees and meadows, mother nature is now a cracked-out architect creating ghettos, walking round the streets in miniskirts and white stilettos, I hear intoxicated echoes I’m like a hand grenade allergic to pins, I'm like a million cheater's chasing birds with broken wings, I'm like the suicidal thoughts of a man with no feelings, praying for divine intervention for the healing. Stealing breath from the tomorrows, to live life in the moment smashing mirrors, so I can multiply my opponents challenge myself, change me, change the world inch by inch I keep stepping till I hurl, walk into the whirled wind like the sickest breath in, spew out some syllables and call the world for sentencing. Life without parole time eternality, forever waling in the wilderness and begging for mercy

This time I be running in valleys of death never walking shadows are talking demons are stalking but living this life I'm calling contenders, never retreat or surrender, shutting um down, Machiavellian spirits are flying around. Angles are falling without any warning its good against evil and everyone's brawling. Everyone’s calling for change but stalling, trawling, and fishing out reasons for falling. But in control of my soul and I’m holding the key to my destiny chewing on coal, Spitting out diamonds rewinding time then reclining and finding. Mistakes that I made I would possibly trade and I’m starting again with this rhyming Pay attention to energy how it increases decrease in front of your frenemies, front of your family front of your friends, front of your gut when you walk in your end. I'm making amends like a seamstress, its seemingly stressful I feel this. Not giving a kcuf when I'm live-in the proof that I spit in the booth car I mean this. I'm tryna find peace for the soul, letting the e-go rot on the coals a burning desire to rise from the fire, because liars are taking their toll. I'm taking a stroll still dying for peace, well I’m trying at least, but for now. Still ripping the head off the meek and turning my peace sign round for the beast Still Looking around but I’m seeing no faces, still checking the time and no places, still checking the belt and the laces, still checking the pulse at it races. Taking stock of my life, a beautiful family and beautiful wife. A beautiful scene when I lean back and dream sometimes, I don’t want to open my eyes. Crying out tears like Midas, touching my soul is priceless rivers of gold caressing my cheeks, one day when I speak, I be vice less.