Light Sleeper - Lyrics - 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" with Ras Kass and Xzibit. Born in Oakland, California, 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. Saafir admits that during the battle he simultaneously used premeditated and freestyle rhymes claiming during lyrical warfare a true combatant leaves nothing to chance making sure his opponents face heavy artillery and an arsenal of weaponry.

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 *** '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 *** 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