[Verse 1: Bliss]
Step right up, take a ringside seat bro
At the Hip-Hop big top, midnight freak show
Where kids fiend rap dreams that seem majestic
Line up at the Zoltar machine to get big
And walk with giants to shake up the system
But behind the carnival curtain see the makeup magicians
Wake up and listen, hear what's not for the public's ears
Pinocchio poets played by profiting puppeteers
Talent sharks want blood, rappers hook them with the Gat talk
See a full fashion show, just look at the cat-walk
Corporate snakes, boardroom fellas
Clowns that rap about their wealth are the fortune tellers
From fire flow breathers, come and witness the illuminance
To one hit wonder disappearing industry illusionists
Ringleaders with whips, quick, the fifteen minute fuse it lit
My poems paint movie script imagery that's ludicrous
From Portland basements where the rapping is real
To sunset beat boxing in the African hills
I creep with a pack of dreamers who are deep in the mountain
The wildcat trampolinists who are keeping you bouncing
Under the circus my thoughts design the sound effects
Jonathan Cash who Walks The Line without net
[Chorus: Turntablism]
"We step in the booth and spreading the truth to these blind - blind rappers"
"Bounce without the gimmick"
"We step in the booth and spreading the truth to these blind - blind rappers"
"Bounce without the gimmick"
Step right up, take a ringside seat bro
At the Hip-Hop big top, midnight freak show
Where kids fiend rap dreams that seem majestic
Line up at the Zoltar machine to get big
And walk with giants to shake up the system
But behind the carnival curtain see the makeup magicians
Wake up and listen, hear what's not for the public's ears
Pinocchio poets played by profiting puppeteers
Talent sharks want blood, rappers hook them with the Gat talk
See a full fashion show, just look at the cat-walk
Corporate snakes, boardroom fellas
Clowns that rap about their wealth are the fortune tellers
From fire flow breathers, come and witness the illuminance
To one hit wonder disappearing industry illusionists
Ringleaders with whips, quick, the fifteen minute fuse it lit
My poems paint movie script imagery that's ludicrous
From Portland basements where the rapping is real
To sunset beat boxing in the African hills
I creep with a pack of dreamers who are deep in the mountain
The wildcat trampolinists who are keeping you bouncing
Under the circus my thoughts design the sound effects
Jonathan Cash who Walks The Line without net
[Chorus: Turntablism]
"We step in the booth and spreading the truth to these blind - blind rappers"
"Bounce without the gimmick"
"We step in the booth and spreading the truth to these blind - blind rappers"
"Bounce without the gimmick"
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