K-Rino - Welcome to the Circus lyrics
[K-Rino - Welcome to the Circus lyrics]
(Oh look Daddy, Daddy, the circus is in town)
Boy let me tell you something
I better not ever catch you at that circus
You understand me boy?
Welcome to the circus, no lions or elephants
Just a bunch of idiot
Rappers with no intelligence
Locally and out of town
Come see stupid by the pound
Might not have no dancing bears
But we got a lot of clowns
You can see 'em all around
Way too many fools to name 'em
Catch me in a cage with a chair
And a long whip tryna tame 'em
Men in pink gotta walk on
Glass, little bitty shirt, to the ass
If you wanna visit better come
And get a ticket hurry up before you miss it
Cause they're goin' real fast
See 'em close up they so cool
Superstars with attitude
Short skirts, too much make-up
Blonde wigs and that's the dudes
Is it? Hold up, what the hell? It's much too
Hard for us to tell
Step right up and see the female who
Takes her clothes off just to sell
Look at these fools on a mic in a
Room full of middle school
Children rapping dirty
On stage with their drawz showing
He's nineteen and that one's thirty
Fake thugs fake pimps
Artificial players bawl
Grand finale watch me line them on
A wall and spray 'em all
Welcome to the circus where
Every act is worthless
Cartoonish buffoonish artist music
With no purpose all I see is fakeness
Passing off as greatness
Followers and clowns sell-outs
Puppets and agents
Welcome to the circus where no
Male rapper shirt fit's
Cartoonish buffoonish artist music
With no purpose all I see is fakeness
Passing off as greatness
Followers and clowns sell-outs
Puppets and agents
All I see is people mindlessly actin'
Like who they tryna be
Signin' these dotted lines a be
Blindly draped in dishonesty
I'ma give them what they askin' for
When he can pass my door
Get outta pocket I'ma blast for sho'
I got a quick temperaments with
A bottle of no tolerance
Name's anonymous with astonishing
Flow dominance stop, think
You don't wanna war with a rapper who
Can chop a catastrophe in his jaw
When I hear it I'll be gettin'
So mad I lose it
He claimin' he better than any then
He has to prove it
See me on a street corner with a bag of music
I'm the leader of the anti-swagger movement
It's hard to get a grab coz I'm pass elusive
One minute in Houston, next in Massachusetts
(Parents?) pass fast to his gastric juices
When I blast every ribbon that
He has is useless
Got to wreck to put feminine boys in check
No smoke no jury no voice effects
How the hell you comparin'
Her bets to arrogant
Men packin' and kept him wearin' a dress
The hood following trends so
The youths is damaged
Subliminal low self-esteem seize our planet
While the debt at the
Degenerate park is piling
The slave master is sitting
In his office smiling
His mind is deep in a secret he won't tell
Ever wonder why the conscience
Artist don't sell?
Spiritual resurrection is what they fear
So when it comes to what I
Be thinking they must stay clear
They only release songs that
Corrupt their ear
Looking at people become products
Of what they hear
Boy let me tell you something
I better not ever catch you at that circus
You understand me boy?
Welcome to the circus, no lions or elephants
Just a bunch of idiot
Rappers with no intelligence
Locally and out of town
Come see stupid by the pound
Might not have no dancing bears
But we got a lot of clowns
You can see 'em all around
Way too many fools to name 'em
Catch me in a cage with a chair
And a long whip tryna tame 'em
Men in pink gotta walk on
Glass, little bitty shirt, to the ass
If you wanna visit better come
And get a ticket hurry up before you miss it
Cause they're goin' real fast
See 'em close up they so cool
Superstars with attitude
Short skirts, too much make-up
Blonde wigs and that's the dudes
Is it? Hold up, what the hell? It's much too
Hard for us to tell
Step right up and see the female who
Takes her clothes off just to sell
Look at these fools on a mic in a
Room full of middle school
Children rapping dirty
On stage with their drawz showing
He's nineteen and that one's thirty
Fake thugs fake pimps
Artificial players bawl
Grand finale watch me line them on
A wall and spray 'em all
Welcome to the circus where
Every act is worthless
Cartoonish buffoonish artist music
With no purpose all I see is fakeness
Passing off as greatness
Followers and clowns sell-outs
Puppets and agents
Welcome to the circus where no
Male rapper shirt fit's
Cartoonish buffoonish artist music
With no purpose all I see is fakeness
Passing off as greatness
Followers and clowns sell-outs
Puppets and agents
All I see is people mindlessly actin'
Like who they tryna be
Signin' these dotted lines a be
Blindly draped in dishonesty
I'ma give them what they askin' for
When he can pass my door
Get outta pocket I'ma blast for sho'
I got a quick temperaments with
A bottle of no tolerance
Name's anonymous with astonishing
Flow dominance stop, think
You don't wanna war with a rapper who
Can chop a catastrophe in his jaw
When I hear it I'll be gettin'
So mad I lose it
He claimin' he better than any then
He has to prove it
See me on a street corner with a bag of music
I'm the leader of the anti-swagger movement
It's hard to get a grab coz I'm pass elusive
One minute in Houston, next in Massachusetts
(Parents?) pass fast to his gastric juices
When I blast every ribbon that
He has is useless
Got to wreck to put feminine boys in check
No smoke no jury no voice effects
How the hell you comparin'
Her bets to arrogant
Men packin' and kept him wearin' a dress
The hood following trends so
The youths is damaged
Subliminal low self-esteem seize our planet
While the debt at the
Degenerate park is piling
The slave master is sitting
In his office smiling
His mind is deep in a secret he won't tell
Ever wonder why the conscience
Artist don't sell?
Spiritual resurrection is what they fear
So when it comes to what I
Be thinking they must stay clear
They only release songs that
Corrupt their ear
Looking at people become products
Of what they hear