Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep Dreaming, artist - eLZhi. Album song Lead Poison, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.2016
Record label: GLOW365LLC
Song language: English
Keep Dreaming |
Yeah, It’s like everyday I wake up to some new bullshit |
Somebody got something to say about me, ya |
Ayo these niggas want to take my spot but you know what I tell them? |
You know what I tell them? |
Keep Dreaming niggas |
Find your own way |
Don’t worry about taking mine |
A-yo yo we are going to do it a little something like this |
Because I just want to inspire y’all for a minute |
So you can see where I’m coming from |
Check it |
Thanks to the snakes who sat in, high grass |
Or rats in fly trash |
I can handle curve balls without batting an eyelash |
Players should focus on their own paper in my class |
You will find anytime that I’m tested I pass |
So how can you harm me? |
When your legacy has no legs, and there’s no arms in your army |
You hoped I answer when death knocked or when death called |
You haters can suck a right and left ball, «F» y’all |
Im from the city of crooks, gritty and nooks and crannies |
Where you hear they took the panties, pocket books from Grannies |
Im just a rare breed |
With the faith the size of a prayer bead |
Who stepped it up, not knowing where the bottom stair lead |
Became the best ever at rap now that the bear’s free |
At an unfair speed I spit something sharp then the air bleed |
Take the brain inside you head honcho |
That’s sicker than Griselda Blanco |
Or OJ in the Bronco |
Or Eastwood in a poncho off A Fist full of Dollars |
Rolling with mob ties who can’t resist pulling collars |
Keep dreaming niggas |
Yeah, just let me inspire you |
Pay close attention to my essence |
It only come every once a millennium |
A penny from my thoughts may just enrich any city slum |
Out in the Deep, east of the D, that’s a way though |
Got a line for the Mason Dickson, a bar for Barbados |
Y’all wasting diction |
On fabricated tales laced in fiction |
Such as cooking up base addiction |
Dodging case convictions |
With guns, a Rollie and China White |
Im just being me, super fly TNT |
Y’all Napoleon Dynamite |
Y’all suck at this and know y’all need to stop |
Probably got some bottle to pop |
Sitting at the top of your bucket list |
So we shouldn’t be allowed versing |
Who disagrees is on smack |
Like a parent when he child cursing |
Im wild, and you’re the mild version |
I quiet a loud person |
Then inhale a cloud and get lifted like I’m crowd surfing with a falcon |
Get off them lame guy’s jocks |
I bury 'em |
In the same-sized box they put theyself in |
Keep dreaming niggas, yeah |
I just want to Inspire you |
To look from a higher view |
That’s what I desire to do |
By pushing this fire through |
I put cities on the map and make places budge |
Give you a sentence iller than a racist judge |
From a case where you can trace his grudge |
With the same mental plane as Aristotle’s |
Pushing off different runways than Paris models in Ferragamo’s |
So I be rising pretty far when I drop this |
Landing on everybody topless like eyes in a titty bar |
I’m different, I ain’t only out to see paper |
Y’all rap, I’m spitting game at mother earth to reshape her |
And run this planet in Jehovah hand, I hope you overstand |
You don’t want to see no pause to these bars |
Think like a sober man |
The clincher is that my pen push out poison the way a cobra can |
Biting on a Doberman Pinscher |
I venture off into to similes |
Your excuses is useless as photographic memory with dementia |
Who cares about how you stack chips or when your plaque chips |
They play your shit |
Skip tracks, then play mine until the track skips |
Keep dreaming niggas, yeah |
I just want to Inspire you |
To look from a higher view |
That’s what I desire to do |
By pushing this fire through |
(Sounds of walking through puddles) |
Yo this is uh cloud verse, the second verse |
It’s like… |
Every day I walk around with my head down |
'Cause I’m afraid that it’s either gon' throw shade |
Or rain on my parade |
Or stay close when my plane was delayed |
For many hours |
And when my ex was vexed |
For not giving her any flowers |
It killed my buzz before I’d had drunk |
It was just my luck when it snuck in class |
I thought I had passed |
But I was flunking senior year |
It disappear |
Reappear |
By it being here I find myself beneath a blue sky |
I’m never seeing clear |
The forecast says tomorrow may be sunny |
Bet money it be like today and the one before last |
It pops up to basically end my fun |
It be catching up when I walk or chasing me when I run |
Even keep me up during bed hours |
Always seeming to creep inside my dream when asleep to give me lead showers |
Then I awake to see it laughing up a storm |
It be there when I perform |
And my reception isn’t warm |
It even showed up at my rebuttal, it wasn’t subtle |
Instead, it poured down on my head and left a puddle |
All it do is rain rain |
Rain rain on me |
So I try to maintain or keep a sane brain |
Wishing I can leave it all behind |
On a train, plane, automobile |
But I ought to know the water gon' spill |