I'm a lyrical ace, splitting them flames
Blow your headphones, rhythm and ba**
And girls love the badboy sweet boy
Dress fly but I've got a criminal face
Oh my d-d-d-days
So fly, sitting in space
I really can't wait till the day
My vid is on ba** MySpace with a million plays
Might end up with a battery in your mouth
So they can see how lithium tastes
And I've got a digital camera flow
Point and shoot, quick flash
Whiplash, stick it on Face-
Book, take a look
You been on my page? Search for Dream
I'm sick of my face, sick of my face
Other MCs be an*log TVs
So watch me switch off the signal
Like "welcome to the digital age"
Welcome to the digital age
I really ain't bait, women'll say
"Hmm, nah I don't recognise face
Your name's Dream, I don't know you
But I swear Ca**imo's one of Griminal's mates"
Ah, babes, give me a break
I can't bait myself up, my girl will see
So as soon as a camera comes out
You won't see me like William's face
You won't see P like William's papes
Not William Wiley, William Great
Why am I still talking about William?
"Nah, don't worry, you're k**ing it mate"
Brilliant, safe, I mean it, cuzzy
But it don't get me P like money
I still ain't gone from the coins to the notes
Even though I destroy with the flows
Avoiding the blows, no
Gonna catch four in the nose, bro
I'm already pro, so check the whole grime scene
You won't find a boy better known
No, no, not Jme, Skepta or Wiley
Cause I'm [?] I've been blessed with the rhyme scheme
The rest are behind me
Too raw, the kid's deep, more than six feet
More like Sydney, next to Kylie
So if there's a lyrical murder
I bet you could find me
Holding a blood-soaked mic next to the crime scene
(He did it!) Yep, cause I've been f**ed
Ever since the times of So Solid
I was so on it, I picked up a pen
A pad to write some notes on it
Then I began to enter the land of grime
And it's quite a sick place, and now I've had time
To design a mixtape, releasing one shortly
Vocaling the most of beats at 140
Beats per minute, I need to be one of the scene's beginners
That heats and eats up the streets for dinner
It's a culture from the streets of Great Britain
A dream the king's living, there's much more talent he
Needs to take with him, we need to stay driven
Trident blames grime but if it was beats they were k**ing
We wouldn't need all the prisons
I'm that intelligent
Rhyme is strapped with venom in my pen
I'm f**ed when I write, no celibate
Typing, I'm a developing virus
I'm that sick
You'd think I inherited meningitis
Or inherited elephantitis
I'm that big
I won't ever stop writing, something like Ghetts
I'm fed up of grinding, something like Wretch
Forget about violence
But forget about that if anyone tries it
My mentality's more like
Nah, forget about Trident
Siris, wet him and dry him
Split him in two, Jekyll and Hyde him
I am the grime scene saviour, high top fader
High like planes, I'm fly like paper
I'm a baider, liquid sky room raver, 5-0 evader
Fight with a saber, I'm Darth Vader
Fight with a laser like it's quaser
I ain't gonna act like I know Keyshia
I know Faye but I don't rate her
But I do know Charlotte, Grace and Cara
Regime barrer, blazing harder
See me with Siris chasing stardom
Mr Miyagi, blatant parrer
English mother, Jamaican father
On mic, releasing flames and lava
Baiding master, racing faster
Get the biggest MC you know
And Dream will stand eight feet taller
I'll take it all on
When I line up a nine, line up a knife
Line up a mic like choose one for me
If you choose number three
You'll live to regret that, no, forget that
You won't live, you'll be dead
Leave your eyes and your face ripped
No stick but you'll get clapped
Just know there's a time and a place, prick
Cause I ain't holding a nine or holding a knife
I'm holding a mic and when Dre spits
I'm totally grimy, face it
My deep style of combat
I can achieve with a pad and a pen
What you can achieve with three knives and one gat
So stab me again
Come back with an M16
I'll just come strapped with ten 16s
More bars getting rapped than a vending machine
Hard to attack when I'm barring and that
Armed and I'm strapped, the harmfullest raps
Start spitting crack, on the pengest lean
Like it's been on the pengest weed
So attempt with me
And I'm taking away your heat like Trident [?]
You're drying and cracked lips
But I've got so much presence
You might think I'm back with five other ad-libs
Why all the acting? Quite unlikely
Arrive with the MAC-10, beretta in your house
But I bet you that it's never coming out like Halo 4
Say no more