I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
And If my life was a fight, I wonder if I’d stay up (I wonder if I’d stay up)
Or would I hit the ground
I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
I got the champ where I want him I need one more round (One more round)
And I’m taking the crown.
I’m bout to rise up and lose this depression,
Used to think that wise up was the stupidest question,
Then abruptly about-faced and flew in new directions,
Consumed by what I knew and what you now know I was blessed with,
This gift with the text, this special way of speaking,
I’m a beacon in the darkness cause my deepness is exceeding,
What I’m seeing in these quote garbage unquote artists,
Some dope, most not improving, none go harder,
Some flow smarter, some don’t and some won’t ever,
No, never know, what it’s like to get a fan letter, Oh!
And so, I am the jewel in the trash,
Will I be found? Or is my future doomed to be my past?
Am I soon to be relapsed and retracing my tracks?
And not the ones I write, but the ones that take me back,
To my life before I rapped, at about the time I snapped,
Stopped caring bout my burning world and laid down in the ash.
(Hook)
I’m taking it, as if it wasn’t mine already,
There, I finally said it out loud I’m king ‘til my beheading,
And I’m Shaving the Sheep, leading the lemmings,
Master of the Mogwai , so I’m teaching the Gremlins,
I’m lethal, inventive, plus I think my speech is just venom,
I cash cheques for the text y’all got a freeze in your spending,
I’m a master of my craft, these emcees are apprenticed,
I should seize ‘em ‘til they seizure and I’m seeing a sentence,
Plus I’m Caesar when I’m speaking a sentence; I’m like a seer,
Spit flames, leave ‘em lightly seared, now my place is likely clear,
You’d be stupid, but you’re welcome to come fight me here,
On any day of any week, through every month in every year,
And since my ship is sailing in a steady gear,
I Guess I’ll steer, or float into this mist until I disappear,
So while I’m here the biggest difference made is in the mirror,
I went from young and dumb to being older than my living years.
I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
And If my life was a fight, I wonder if I’d stay up (I wonder if I’d stay up)
Or would I hit the ground
I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
I got the champ where I want him I need one more round (One more round)
And I’m taking the crown.
Now I’m finished with the spinning and I’m circling,
I’m beating on the champ’s head, I’m positive I’m hurting him,
The problem is: I’m worse than him; I’m going against the odds
Even though I’m working him, he’s still smirking at my shots,
Cause he’s virtually a God, more deserving of his spot,
My diversity’s a plus but his work has seen applause,
And he’s worthy of my awe, but I’m worthy of his throne,
And he’s wordy and I’m wordy, must be surely where we’ve grown,
But I’ve come too far to be force-fed defeat,
It’s a war, like horse-head in his bed while he sleeps,
It’s not him it’s the place that he’s in which I seek,
Business before friends, I need these ends for my seeds,
So it’s left, right, left, right, jabs and my hooks tight,
Something in his eyes don’t look right, look right,
Left, right, left, right, jabs and my hooks tight,
Something in his eyes don’t look right, goodnight,
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana
