Saafir - Real Circus Lyrics
I bought my ticket ten years ago when in demandWas the candy caramel. I submerged like aMurk on the mental. but it was hard to tell ifNails pitched on my tent on time, with the ringmaster- God - had a whip. hit me on my hip, now Im onA hop, but it dont stop. now I advise the wiseWhy, why did you let me out the flock? now imFlowin pro, flippin flu, germs wit a new permIm hittin different regions. its winter seasonTryin to forget the treason of my twisted sister, soI turn my face when rockin rollin in myst-icSo side show freaks cant peep the mask task-forceBehind the jacket, so Im packin not because imHard. Im paranoid, Im far away fromGod. he cant see me. I ignorantly thought he caught meDreamin, in comes the demon tryin to shoot meThat semen. one way Im off the brink, the detourWas unblocked. Im strictly on instinct, Im walkinOver barriers. Im spooked cause I keep hearinThe word spades. they tryin to pull my cardTheyre goin to get it, I wont forget it like anElephant, tiger, lions rely on the funky monkeyDyin in the real circusIm finally out of my cage, its been ten swings sinceI quenched the silence. sure to erupt eyes-lidsTill theyre queasy from the degree of the tilt ofA trapeze performer thats proven succession inThe progression of a juggler, vain slitter, my spearShifted. saafirs gifted like black santa. i wasBorn a flipper with sticks and balance beamsI learn to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher.Oh! here they come jay-z, 15 deepIn a clown car wit make-up, but I got make-upFor ya - wake up. I lay material like dogs upsideDown cakes. I give pounds to fakes so my cleetsStake claims, skills have belittled spittle. whatsComing from that grill - waffles, ya shit is awfulFurther lets implore for more speech reach backFor the cage where the elves are plottin schemesYou ask me to explain what I mean, I will inThe afterlife kill death, I verify the untimidBreath, Im trustworthy to the busting of dirtyThirty-thousand year old authentic, Ill win itJust as the thought has brought into focus comesThe real traveling circus.Im jumpin through hoops, can you dance like aPanther? I can. I pick my prey in shades ofGrey, but Im not color blind on the rhyme. theCircus is in my scalp. Im higher than the alpsIll make you break camp. I tame crews like shrewsI bust nuts without screws. can you do that - hardly.Ya too stiff malarky art kits, give up the drawingsYa never saw swings cling when the grip whipsThat makes you feel like the real circus.
