Circulation

[Raw J]<br>this youngsta told me hip hop music to him was magnetic<br>like the north and south pole contained<br>I`m takin headphones to the brain with the volume crankin<br>absorbin the surroundings on the last car on the bart train<br>them words on the tape soothed out<br>but the majority of the passengers moved out<br>when his eyes opened, mine closed<br>I`m on stage feelin like this mic ain`t on<br>how come the crowd don`t respond?<br>a poem without a home exhaled with smoke when I spoke this<br>made from a spirit not from earth guiding me when I wrote this<br>will y`all slump this?<br>hold each and one of my peoples in a circumference<br>paradox though<br>one speaker box rocks slow<br>watch the asphalt blow<br>to you my music sounds distorted, a mute maze<br>folks that looked like me glanced sideways<br>please notify or tell me<br>how our voices got caught up in this devilish geometry<br>cold circuitry put the latches on unbottled spirits<br>I could`ve rode to it, grooved with it<br>now can`t even stand it<br>all I ever tried to do was transmit what should of been demanded...goddamnit!<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Oatmeal]<br>and the loudest voice shall prevail, above and below<br>and more ground-hoggin it and sell your soul...i see too many<br>doin for themselves<br>can`t think for themselves<br>a victim to the gravy train on musical scales...<br>on musical shelves, low-budge ink smudge, hiss or not hip hop`s greatest grudge<br>but I was born to walk this earth in my own world but in your presence<br>break bread with bankrupt nobles or wealthy peasants<br>unwritten code holds the clues to those who keep the essence<br>cash the crop now we left to scrape the culture`s resin<br>sold my name, sold my thoughts 5 dollars a shot<br>no fame, hip hop scotch but a game<br>with these heads hard at work with a quirk to define<br>mentally out of shape leads to out of line--behavior, now that<br>that shit seems out of whack<br>you outta scratch, outta gas, do you plan to outlast?<br>out to rob or out to steal<br>out your mind, outta luck give a fuck the feenoms is gonna shine like this track here<br>captivating are those--who got good rhyme, good vibe, good flows<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Side B]<br>its only twice, in a blue moon precise that a tune sounded nice<br>fo` the price you paid<br>a pretty penny for plenty but not many sufficed if any...<br>we testifyin with mo` proof than Henny that-any cat-say there`s<br>no such thang as a muthafuckin feenom track that don`t<br>bang...cuz when its laid<br>its laced fatter than puma suedes<br>the package worth twice the price consumers paid<br>but we still underpaid, records underplayed, who didnt have<br>enough bread to spread the marmalade?<br>it`s like broke pimps with half priced hookers<br>we let it boil then steam like rice cookers<br>I stood alone slangin tapes in crowded masquerades<br>my nights spent swingin ball-point blades to cut wax<br>rollin dice with snake-eyed players then hit craps<br>with raps on slipmats we circulate at high velocity...<br>Ain`t tryin to cop, yall cats killed my curiousity<br><br>[Hook]