Sam Hart - Traveling Circus lyrics

[Verse 1:] (Redcloud) Handling the pandemonium for a moment Dude I'm a shogun focused on an open case and I'll close it Suppose sirROC had it loaded and co*ked, no not his Glock I mean decoded the lock and so that it's lowered a notch That's where we float to the top of the surface Perfectly serving a purpose, hemoglobin is curdling slow like a tortoise My word is bondage like PortisHead samples, no one deserves it But still I loop it, stupid ol' group, and my crew will seduce it and work it Organize, bang the organ and cry Put it aside then when it's right we'll toss it in the Akai Causing the critics to lie to themselves, hiding their welts And sitting silently they sigh but I'm just trying to help Settle scores like warriors born with torches and swords And bring a force so enormous it'll scorch through your shorts Open the doors matadors, it's a 4-minute war Hard to the core, from the lands, skies, oceans and shores [Hook:] (Sam Hart) (4x) West Coast, Syntax, underground hip hop artists We be the hardest [Verse 2:] (Redcloud) I hear you rapping with agony, your face is all burgundy What's the matter you mad at me? Dream about serving me? Word to Syntax academy, daddy, baddest vocab in the galaxy Or the sky or the sea - hotter than Mexicali be Hand it to me and I'll hand it back to the beat And add a rap that'll have you running like Adam and Eve Lada la dalada di, that means no battling me You'll catch a slap to the face of your pride beyond your belief Oh get it now that the getting's good, figured I wouldn't I would Figured I couldn't but could, sitting in soot Volcanic ash on my foot and the magma splashes my dreads I can't imagine my mansion, I know Mt. Shasta's my bed You do the dance of the dead and I'll sing the song of the living When the crowd's turning red overhead the pa**ion is driven It's even Steven from here to the friggin' valley that's hidden I really hope that you dig it, not perfect, only forgiven [Hook:] (Sam Hart) (4x) West Coast, Syntax, underground hip hop artists We be the hardest [Verse 3:] (Redcloud) First of all, Officer, I don't know how I got here That was Martinelli apple cider and not beer I'll take a sobriety test, pa**ing it all clear I could parallel a dump truck or a John Deere Loosen the cuffs, homie, it's bruising me up My momma told me that the LAPD was corrupt So you gonna let a brotha go now or what? I've got a show to do tonight, who's gonna hold down the cut? Floating on a tight rope, gloating cause it's true Never slipped, not even on cold morning dew Triple pit bull instinct with a righteous point of view Subsequently born for all of you, check it out now My liquid scriptures are aquatic with Cerwin Vega speakers Strapped to both sides of the gills for illest ability ever Macrobiotic I got it, I'm on it Sonnets of a somber Sunday afternoon, Traveling Circus for you [Hook:] (Sam Hart) (8x) West Coast, Syntax, underground hip hop artists We be the hardest