Текст песни: Saafir The Saucee Nomad - Bent



I`ve been down this corridor

Before you enter you have to bring

Back the creator of winter damn

Too late I`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 mate`s blend

The pleasure dome into another roam

A walk stalked nightly by the ogre

That`s rarely sober. But there`s no tracin

I see the place in the flow. I`m beyond dawn,

No I`m not in the lawn under pawns -

Don`t rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.

I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -

Balls through eyesockets. I`m currently current

Currents of electricity; They can`t get wit me

Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.

A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,

Never spin ho`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 - I`m bent.



Second Scene: I`m the star in a step show

Around corners, the coroner`s office;

Where my rep grows. I`m on some sort of drug

Like the President, it`s evident that I`m noid,

A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.

I`m lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,

The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport

It`s a sport for me to take another life on landing,

Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.

It`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 -

It`s blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.

I don`t feel the vibe, abstract art the veal

Doesn`t heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.

Swinging on a duet with the bullet.

I never pull out for suspense - I`m on a bent mission.



Jack Cousteau couldn`t take it no deeper -

I`m a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker

Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:

Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I`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 - I`m bent.

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I`ve been down this corridor

Before you enter you have to bring

Back the creator of winter damn

Too late I`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 mate`s blend

The pleasure dome into another roam

A walk stalked nightly by the ogre

That`s rarely sober. But there`s no tracin

I see the place in the flow. I`m beyond dawn,

No I`m not in the lawn under pawns -

Don`t rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.

I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -

Balls through eyesockets. I`m currently current

Currents of electricity; They can`t get wit me

Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.

A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,

Never spin ho`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 - I`m bent.



Second Scene: I`m the star in a step show

Around corners, the coroner`s office;

Where my rep grows. I`m on some sort of drug

Like the President, it`s evident that I`m noid,

A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.

I`m lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,

The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport

It`s a sport for me to take another life on landing,

Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.

It`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 -

It`s blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.

I don`t feel the vibe, abstract art the veal

Doesn`t heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.

Swinging on a duet with the bullet.

I never pull out for suspense - I`m on a bent mission.



Jack Cousteau couldn`t take it no deeper -

I`m a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker

Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:

Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I`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 - I`m bent.

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