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.
Ptsi Şub. 09, 2009 10:18 pm