Real Circus Lyrics by Saafir

Real Circus

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.