Текст песни Saafir The Saucee Nomad - Real Circus
Saafir The Saucee Nomad - Real Circus слова песни
I bought my ticket ten years ago when in demand
Was the candy caramel. I submerged like a
Murk on the mental. But it was hard to tell if
Nails pitched on my tent on time with the ringmaster
God had a whip. Hit me on my hip now I`m on
A hop but it don`t stop. Now I advise the wise
Why why did you let me out the flock? Now I`m
Flowin pro flippin flu germs wit a new perm
I`m hittin different regions. It`s winter season
Tryin to forget the treason of my twisted sister, so
I turn my face when Rockin Rollin in myst-ic
So side show freaks can`t peep the mask task-force
Behind the jacket, so I`m packin not because I`m
Hard. I`m paranoid, I`m far away from
God. He can`t see me. I ignorantly thought he caught me
Dreamin, in comes the demon tryin to shoot me
That semen. One way I`m off the brink, the detour
Was unblocked. I`m strictly on instinct, I`m walkin
Over barriers. I`m spooked cause I keep hearin
The word spades. They tryin to pull my card
They`re goin to get it, I won`t forget it like an
Elephant, tiger, lions rely on the funky monkey
Dyin in the real circus
I`m finally out of my cage, it`s been ten swings since
I quenched the silence. Sure to erupt eyes-lids
Till they`re queasy from the degree of the tilt of
A trapeze performer that`s proven succession in
The progression of a juggler, vain slitter, my spear
Shifted. Saafir`s gifted like black Santa. I was
Born a flipper with sticks and balance beams
I learn to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher.
Oh! Here they come Jay-Z, 15 deep
In a clown car wit make-up, but I got make-up
For ya - wake up. I lay material like dogs upside
Down cakes. I give pounds to fakes so my cleets
Stake claims, skills have belittled spittle. What`s
Coming from that grill - waffles, ya shit is awful
Further let`s implore for more speech reach back
For the cage where the elves are plottin schemes
You ask me to explain what I mean, I will in
The afterlife kill death, I verify the untimid
Breath, I`m trustworthy to the busting of dirty
Thirty-thousand year old authentic, I`ll win it
Just as the thought has brought into focus comes
The real traveling circus.
I`m jumpin through hoops, can you dance like a
Panther? I can. I pick my prey in shades of
Grey, but I`m not color blind on the rhyme. The
Circus is in my scalp. I`m higher than the Alps
I`ll make you break camp. I tame crews like shrews
I bust nuts without screws. Can you do that - hardly.
Ya too stiff malarky art kits, give up the drawings
Ya never saw swings cling when the grip whips
That makes you feel like the Real Circus.