Ste 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 who shake up the system But behind the carnival curtain seet he 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 catwalk Corporate snaes, 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 15 minute fuse is 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 trampoolinists who are keeping you bouncing Under the circus my thoughts design the sound effects Jonathan Cash who Walks The Line without net [Hook: Izm, Illmaculate