No Return
Saafir Lyrics

In a slow silent walk I hear tha Violent talk I hear them talk half Asleep as they stalk what the man Is in this moon I'm punctual
As I walk, I can hear the violent talk of those who are half asleep and stalking their prey. I am punctual, like the moon, always there, and harbouring a deadly intent.

Like a star I've harbored Death that stale taste embraced by my Breath such mysteries in kissin these She devils tell me ya pretty by the Lamp in your attire nutthin at stake
I, like a star, harbour the taste of death, embraced by my breath. There are mysteries in the kisses of the women I am with. They flatter me, telling me I am attractive, but there is nothing at stake.

I must vampire her retire mint funds I switch the essence when I found Out my girl was not a blesson
I must take her money and retire, like a vampire. When I found out my girl was not a blessing, I switched my focus to something else.

Hatred seeps in she sleeps in my Man draws what's wrong? I'm taking Life long leaps my freak was late by The hour she's in the shower with Him grim thoughts to nightmares
Hatred seeps into my mind as she sleeps with my man. I am taking life long leaps, and my lover was late by an hour. She is now in the shower with him, causing grim thoughts and nightmares.

Women in millions when they sleep Will reep the broth wraped in Mummy's cloth a blurred touching Who feels that delight I'll have you On emotions walkin butt naked down Streets at night stripped of Your stripes around ya mind a vine Of thorns terrible beauty
When millions of women sleep, their dreams are filled with broth wrapped in mummy's cloth, and blurred touching. I wonder who feels that delight. I could make you walk down the streets at night, naked and vulnerable. The thoughts of your mind are like thorns, but there is a terrible beauty to them.

Still born the spirit of pity whispered But lyrics middi blistered into babies These shady ladies be hatchin hades You'll burn no return goin crazy
The spirit of pity was stillborn and whispered away. My lyrics are being blisters into harsh reality. These shady ladies bring forth hell. There is no return from burning up, losing your mind.

Unnatural vices are fathered when Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season Pry treason out the mask upon the hills Where every little creek is shot with Silver bullets that is no problem I Have a barrel of assorted verbs let me pluck-one
Unnatural vices are created when the mind is dried up, and treason is revealed by taking off the mask. Even the tiny creeks are shot with silver bullets. That is not a problem for me, as I have a barrel of assorted verbs to choose from.

Fuck you much too dwindled and harsh Dead on white and cloudy clear Saafir Oh I'm ya son I'm told oh you mean the One that turns copper into brass asses You got a weak chassis ya blood owns No bones on the cash the selling of Ass pockets dribble chestnuts and I'm that pimp chimpmunk soakin sponge Ya funds up I still roll with game
I am harsh and blunt. I am Saafir, and I am told I am your son. The one who can turn copper into brass asses. You have a weak chassis, and your blood owns no bones. You are constantly selling yourself, and money seems to slip right through your fingers. I am like a pimp, soaking up every drop of your funds, but I still roll with game.

But lane changing slowly irritates the Fuck out of me comes my confusion my mind With images voices from my education Said to me he must be killed sticks And stones break him off touch his ash No more hate puddles covered with Glass the aborted birth from a burning Bowel in a distorted earth woth Phrases I fell mazes concocting they're Not going to feel me I got cockblocking Jumping off a bridge Reg a fool I'm cooler Than pool I'm deep deeper than a dimple But my smile is not so simple
I am irritated by slow, steady changes. My confusion is caused by the images and voices from my past. I am told that someone must be killed. Sticks and stones will break them off, touching their ash. No more hate, and no more puddles covered in glass. There is an aborted birth from a burning bowel, in a distorted world of phrases. I am stuck in mazes, trying to concoct something that they will feel. I am trying to block anyone from getting ahead of me. I feel like jumping off a bridge, and Reg is a fool. But, I am cool, deeper than a dimple. My smile may not be simple, but it is genuine.

Impervious insert this shit you got to be High to fade me fuck it let's go crazy
I am impervious to criticism, and you must be high to try to fade me. But, screw it, let's just go crazy.

Don't you stare at me don't glare At me what do I see a wound we Have the exhibit of pain rugs wit Bloodstains neckties and fangs eyes Brains I'm coverin roads like Vogues
Don't stare or glare at me, as I see the wounds of the past. We have an exhibit of pain, with rugs stained with blood, neckties and fangs, eyes, and brains. I am covering the roads like a fashion magazine.

Drink the flows I'm telegraphing This punch the hunchback of Oakland unloadin on the spokin Unconventional the stench of the Arouses the nostrils of the hostile I'm strange in my untried game But I'll get the same response But arise the paralyzation has been Lifted Ponce de Leon couldn't find This flow a fountain that spans Beyond the mountains of a man's Limitation comes the unhygenic Schizophrenic I'm shittin in it Don't phase me could it be that I'm Goin crazy.
Drink the flows I am offering you. I am telegraphing this punch, and hitting the hunchback of Oakland. I am unloading on the outspoken. There is a stench of arousal from the hostile. I am strange in my untried game, but will get the same results. The paralyzation has been lifted. This flow cannot be found by Ponce de Leon. The fountain of creativity extends beyond the mountains of man's limitations. I am a schizophrenic, and I don't care if my actions don't phase other people. Could it be that I am going crazy?