Real Circus Lyrics - Singles - Saafir

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.