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