Saafir

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.