Текст (слова) 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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