Saafir Bent LyricsArtist: Saafir
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Iâ€™ve been down this corridor -
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter damn,
Too late Iâ€™m spoiled, I need the napalm
I got it, I shot it in my left sector,
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the floor
The foundation for creation - mateâ€™s blend
The pleasure dome into another roam -
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
Thatâ€™s rarely sober. but thereâ€™s no tracin
I see the place in the flow. Iâ€™m beyond dawn,
No Iâ€™m not in the lawn under pawns -
Donâ€™t rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls through eyesockets. Iâ€™m currently current
Currents of electricity; they canâ€™t get wit me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
Never spin hoâ€™s on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - Iâ€™m bent.
Second scene: Iâ€™m the star in a step show
Around corners, the coronerâ€™s office;
Where my rep grows. Iâ€™m on some sort of drug
Like the president, itâ€™s evident that Iâ€™m noid,
A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
Iâ€™m lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
Itâ€™s a sport for me to take another life on landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by god.
Itâ€™s my job to resign frauds,
The odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
Itâ€™s blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
I donâ€™t feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
Doesnâ€™t heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
I never pull out for suspense - Iâ€™m on a bent mission.
Jack cousteau couldnâ€™t take it no deeper -
Iâ€™m a resident in davey jones micro-locker
Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
Mad dog, a taste, never had hog Iâ€™m droppin
The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
Treasure through measures in bars - Iâ€™m bent.