[Intro – Crowd noise] (Shouting, laughter, phones, random chants) [First Voice – Biggie-style] Whole lotta mouths… [Third Voice – J. Cole-style] Only a few I really hear, though. [Second Voice – Ice‑T-style] Yeah. Small circle. (Beat drops) [Hook – Second Voice (Ice‑T-style)] Whole room loud, but my circle small, Tune most of y’all out, I don’t need it all. Eyes on a few, let the rest just blur, If you ain’t in this ring, you just background, sir. Walls might shake, but my core stay still, Voices in the back just part of the fill. I keep a small circle when the noise get thick, One, two faces I trust, that’s it. [Verse 1 – Third Voice (J. Cole-style)] I walk in, sound hit like a wave on stone, Hundred conversations try to climb in my phone. Screens blink bright, every ping say “look,” Every little laugh tryna rewrite my book. I feel my head start stretchin’ too wide, Tryin’ to be everywhere at once inside. So I pick three things I let stay close: Your voice, my breath, and the beat I chose. Everything else I let smear and fade, Like paint in the rain on a window pane. World still spin fast, but my lane move slow, Small circle in the center where my eyes can go. [Hook – Second Voice] Whole room loud, but my circle small, Tune most of y’all out, I don’t need it all. Eyes on a few, let the rest just blur, If you ain’t in this ring, you just background, sir. Walls might shake, but my core stay still, Voices in the back just part of the fill. I keep a small circle when the noise get thick, One, two faces I trust, that’s it. [Verse 2 – Fourth Voice (Busta-style: the chaos)] (Quick manic laugh) Everybody talk at once when I hit this spot, Thousand little “look at me” shots nonstop. Music too loud, gossip in the air, Somebody in the corner tryna act like a mayor. Flash from the phones, rumors on loop, Whole crowd pullin’ at you like soup. I’m that storm in the room if you let me in, Every word that I shout tryna live in your skin. If you don’t shrink your world when I start my show, You’ll hear my echo everywhere you go. I’m the noise, I’m the static, I’m the flood in your head, ’Less you build that small circle instead. [Hook – Second Voice] Whole room loud, but my circle small, Tune most of y’all out, I don’t need it all. Eyes on a few, let the rest just blur, If you ain’t in this ring, you just background, sir. Walls might shake, but my core stay still, Voices in the back just part of the fill. I keep a small circle when the noise get thick, One, two faces I trust, that’s it. [Verse 3 – First Voice (Biggie-style)] When it get too wild, I pick one thing, Maybe your eyes, maybe that bell ring. Maybe one mark on the wall in front, Little fixed point when the rest go stunt. Let the extras fade like a bad TV, Keep one small square where it’s just you and me. I don’t need every sound sittin’ rent‑free inside, Just the ones that help me hold my stride. If the noise talk crazy, let it fly on through, Can’t hit me deep if it don’t land true. My circle ain’t clique, it’s the focus I keep, What I water grow, what I starve go sleep. [Final Hook – Second Voice, ad‑libs from others] Whole room loud, but my circle small, Tune most of y’all out, I don’t need it all. Eyes on a few, let the rest just blur, If you ain’t in this ring, you just background, sir. Walls might shake, but my core stay still, Voices in the back just part of the fill. I keep a small circle when the noise get thick, One, two faces I trust, that’s it. (Ad-libs, fading) [Third Voice] Two, three things… that’s all I need. [First Voice] Turn the rest down. [Fourth Voice] You hear me if you want to… [Second Voice] Small circle. Big calm.
