Yeah you know this is inner circle ------- Danimate El reeeyy tu save Carabbian connection Yo tengo un relato veridico De la realidad social De lo
locked the doors and threw the key away There was nothing but my own reflection and the phone was silent, no connection I was turning just in circles
of the North, File past one, five and one, They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham, the EHS norm And they could float above the grass in circles if they
once, never wonder what they're worth, no The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle
never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle
for once, never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle
Whereas break beats have been the missing link Connecting the Diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas the quantized drum has allowed the whirling
smaller And everything comes back full circle, full circle Six degrees of separation, we all know someone else It all comes full circle, it all comes full circle
in my sauna Word is born I'm a livin' phenomenon Well, I'm a better brand 'cause I'm a Superman I run the block with my circle 'cause I'm Nubian I got
me So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea The other tear said we've got a connection I'm a tear of sorrow born of rejection I'm from the
feet connect Gang of 4, circle of sex In a vicious race to maturity They almost faint from ecstasy Sweat upon the necks of dames Loser in the circle
love for granted, Instrumental section on bridge chords, then intro repeat Watch the swans out on the lake, circle circle circle (circle circle) Talk and talk and talk around it (circle circle
'm missin in what you're sayin Cuz I'm not gettin the messages you're relayin [Bridge:] I cant hear you now with this bad connection Let me hit you back
They beep at me always I stop what I'm doing And greet them with smiles, I call, "Fill 'er up?" I wipe all the dead bugs And dirt off their windshield And connect
's high maintenance Sometimes a circle feels like a direction Up and down, still lookin' for perfection There's a lot goin' on but it all adds up to nothin' Sometimes a circle
We seek for ways to connect To a higher supreme source Those that hunger for knowledge Set their spiritual course Just as a mirror points at another
dick lick You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick? Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch, you heard about 'em Now open up the circle so the dice
fuckin' me? Bitch, get a grip, misery love company, check it Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin' a record Makin' the moves and connections
