| In my dreams full screen themes and brainstorms
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| Thoughts out of line, humming the same song
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| In my dreams, fourteen wishing the pain’s gone
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| Grand-daddy saying: You’ve gut to stay strong
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| In my dreams, we’ve never left home, it’s all love
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| Never left the kind of folks I call blood …
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| What began as a youngster’s small grudge
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| Made kids run on the streets and bust slugs
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| In my dreams, missiles and bombshells
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| The type of fucking dreams, my man Sadam sells
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| My heaven, beyond hell
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| In my dreams I listen to things my mom tells
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| Walk in my dreams, talk in my dreams
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| Find my outlines in chalk in my dreams
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| Had to escape from New York in my dreams
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| And everything’s grimy and dark in my dreams!
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| In my dreams I wished I could freeze the time
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| My dreams revolve around beats & rhymes
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| To spit the realest shit MCs can find
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| And watch the industry that l leave behind
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| I rather go back to making demos than cutting records
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| See, my music is more than touching methods
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| In my dreams my boys will recognize the effort
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| A record-company is nothing but a shepherd in my dreams
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| A nine to live, a nice whip …
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| A few mouths to feed, waiting for the right pitch …
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| I ain’t trying to front player, l like this
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| Since they claim my songs are too incisive
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| In my dreams, true love and friendship lasts
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| Fuck the loot I’m finna spent it fast
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| On ice and fur-coats and expensive ass
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| Dreams l’m seeing through plexiglass
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| In my dreams I rock rags, avis & clarks
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| Just one in a million, playing my part
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| In ciphers with Dolo, trading our hearts
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| On the concrete-jungle: State of the Art
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| In my dreams, I kept it real a long time ago
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| Before there have been NT3's and them cyber-hoes
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| Before kids knew KRS in ldaho
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| Before making my first tape in 94 …
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| In my dreams a human out of flesh
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| Forgive me but I refuse to be the best?!
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| Rasul, disillusioned and depressed
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| In my dreams I pop a deuce in your chest …
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| L’m slill slinging rocks in my dreams
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| Still the school of hard-knocks in my dreams
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| Still them big guns and cops in my dreams
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| Hip Hup got me shadowboxing with my dreams |