Saafir

Saafir - Real Circus lyrics

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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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Author: Jeremy Jackson (5), Reggie Gibson

Composer: ?

Publisher: Qwest Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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