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Saafir - Real Circus Şarkı Sözleri
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. |
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