Saafir – Light Sleeper
i know i’m an emotionally disturbed
person
people think i’m talkin’ to myself
when i’m
rehearsin’ on the rhyme. a mass
productionist,
a mass production matador, pan it
more to
the left, there you go. minimize the
synthe-sizer wiser when i wind up for
the pitch, but i don’t pitch a bitch
’cause
sales get derailed and towed an
abundance
of cash. damn, i let it go. he was my man.
i tried to trust him, but i busted him
twice
in my trash can and i’m askin’. i don’t
need
psychology to see, the dichotomy in
me.
knew something was fishy, but i’m
better than
wishy washy or topsy turvy. it kinda
irked
me that i caught him sleepin ’cause i try
to be wide awake, but ye slows it
down
so i can’t dilate and show that i’m
bigger
than that. but i also have to consider
the fact that opposed to him not
being
the right peeper, i’m a light sleeper
so what does it mean when i reach
maturity
and still see that i’m not the mayor of
my
mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.
at least i have a swing and a few
things
on my mind, it’s never a good nighty
night
just a rise ‘n’ shine. why’s the rhyme
so important. why do i have to be so
potent and blow the mic a flow
without
chokin’ – i don’t. i’m arrogant and
outspoken
mouth no token i’m just a roust about.
i have a house and clout but i don’t
come tight
but it’s routine since few fiend for true
hip-hop. it’s a trip when i drop my style
and forget it and forget where i got it
from and how i got ’em sprung
’cause i’m
stuck on myself and i depend on my
luck
and wealth for health matters so i
don’t
explode with stress i’ll serve you an
elf
platter they’ll tell me my shit is fatter
than the first but i’m a light sleepin rapper in a hearst
i don’t wear sarongs in my songs.
i diss
the skirts in verses an i used to
measure
my demeters with clever panometers
but
i bounced like a pogo and i’m solo
with
the hobos. a nocturnal colonel in a
journal
i put fly kids’ eyelids to rest a detour
for deep sleep when i freak beats i snap
like a defective contraceptive and my
sleep
will be light, so you’ll know that i’m
tight