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Saafir

Reggie Gibson, better known as Saafir is an emcee, producer and actor from Oakland, California. He is also a member of the rap group "Golden State Project" (formerly known as Golden State Warriors) with Ras Kass and Xzibit. After moving from Fresno, California (the "'No") to Oakland, he lived with Tupac Shakur and became a dancer for Digital Underground. Saafir took part in one of the most notorious Bay Area rap battles, when he and members of the Hobo Junction went against Casual and members of the Hieroglyphics Crew. The battle took place live on KMEL. There has never been a real decision as to who won the battle and there is some debate as to whether or not Saafir was using pre-written raps. He first appeared on Digital Underground's The Body-Hat Syndrome … more »

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1999

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Slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic 
Sensational recreational narcotics 
I thought I lost it but I found it 
Temptation marches along till I'm surrounded 
Inspired by fire the sensual illusion
Caught between the crossfire anger and confusion
Howl at the moon black blanket that's starlit 
I'm rarely romantic plowing through tramps 
And harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted 
Not to be taken for granted 
My past has come back and haunted for real 
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses 
I pose with babies breath 
Be afraid a place where magic is made 
I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades 
I'm creepin' over the fence crawlin' through your back yard 
My mind states intense 
Savage penetration on the rocks with a twist 
Now scream and shake your fists
Cause dreams are made of this

For real the opposite transmit telepathic 
Roamin' the flats with automatics and back packs 
Doin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's 
Nigga please, you artificial 

You dropped somethin', it's your heart 
An' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence 
It seems to be absolutely mandatory, 'cause you be manipulatin' skin 
But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image 
Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that 
Stay back at least 150 inches, 
You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense it 
With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches 
Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps 
Swingin' sleep out your mouth 
How long you been hibernatin'? Too long! 
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon 
Droppin' grammar like a judges hammer 
I feel you mark, feel me feel your chart 
You gotta be real an you gotta to have heart 
You gotta to be real an you gots to have heart 

Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirl 
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors 
Shift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape 
When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates 
Sound break, concord, eye of the condor 
Hand skills of a saboteur, your in for 
A war that pours coarse of molten into cords 
Strung by the young ones, put me on tour 
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores 

Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon characters 
Grafted from Africa, in this game you got no stature 
Not even a factor in this 
Whole shit makes me yawn 
Snatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality 
Have ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban 
Fallacy with no antidote, in this ? your age get broke 
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never rumin' 
Silver spoons crumbin' from flavor 
Soon there will be no overseer to save ya 
When I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12 
National ? Soldiers, leakin' a swine 
A snake with no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you 
You'll see blue, the fake,
A quick death is your fate 
Now, I got shit to do

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