Art Hosken - The Emperor's Circus (feat. Max Blaze, Sunman & Voodoo Cat) Lyrics

Two-hundred thousand
Years of evolution of mankind
But man ain't kind
That's just something our yesteryear can't hide
Benevolence is something rare that i can't find
It's ant sized, and probably caught within a landslide
In the beginning we were all psychopathic
Sexual harassment and whipping slaves wasn't tragic
And they reached the masses
So we became puppets to masters
Told them if they behave they'll be saved by the rapture
That won't happen
You're a grown man so f*ckin' act like one
And if you's a real mc then f*ckin'rap like one
It's human nature to repeat our f*cking failures
In the bible it says love thy neighbor
So why invade them? Yes i'm hating
I ain't no patriot i'm all about the Benjamins
I don't need borders just the land to grow my medicine
The rebel scream you should let them in
Don't ignore them, credit them
Reinvent the wheel like Edison

Salto temporal, bienvenidos al japon feudal
Mi katana esta afilada, mi lirica es mortal
Monje shaolin entrenado por el Wu Tang Clan
Tengo tercer ojo para el rap como Ten-Shin-Han
Gomenasai, aqui que puto idioma hablais?
Si quieres ver mi gran espada llamame senpai
Arte bushido transmitido en verso
Miedo a morir con deshonor pero no a estar muerto
Sigo despierto, en esta debacle temporal
Representando, el samurai del rap de la ciudad condal

I've never been a king but i still got a dream
To end this regime with a f*cking guillotine
To set the world free
So everyone can see
If we burn the corrupt when it's dim
'Cause nothing is as it seems, and it seems
Just with peace we can get rid of this shit
How was that old quote from Karl Marx?
"History is a tragedy repeated it's a farce"
They can trick your memory but they can't hide the scars
If you believe it they'll even put a man on Mars
That's how history starts
When a winner wants it written, I don't trust
Any teachers, preachers, neither politicians
They praise the meanest villains, the biggest killers
Just like Napoleon
"History is a set of lies agreed upon"

Ready your bows
Nock, mark, draw, loose hunting the flow
Chock full of new recruits and troops
Steady the boat
Stock, spark, light the fuse
Now you're in debt to the vet
So subscribe to the alpha threat with the raw cassette, that's check
We'll bring the mate later with the tape translator
We embark, on an oversea sacking spree
In the dark, stoned militarily
Illusions, paint the greater picture
We richer
Looting Mayan signature craters of silver and gold Pichers
Sailing with cold shivers.
Tell these old diggers to grab the mast and hold pillars