Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad Album: Boxcar Sessions Song: 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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"Bent" appears on "Boxcar Sessions" in 1994.
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