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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 
That makes you feel like the Real Circus.

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