Crashing through gla**es, my mind pa**es like smoke from crack gla**es
All i do in cla** is write pa**ages and stare at a**es
I'm spacing out like Armstrong, throwing long bombs of poetry
If i spoke potently through a mic in the dark, would you know its me?
I open spit dope, my quotes are Edgar Allen Poe like
Standing on the tallest mountain, shouting rhymes loud with no mic
Flow like ocean waves, and stampedes of buffalo
Rappers don't care these days, they just want enough to blow
Money and cars, the Sun King is the biggest star in the galaxy
Realism is dead its all fallacies
Looking in the mirror, clearer visions were obscure to me
So i verbally stir words, be the earliest bird murdering
Everything thats heard and seems unconcuringly stupid
I pick up the quill and thrill, go back to the real music on the block
The gunshots still echo in my ears
Writing rhymes on the tissue that wiped away my tears
Writing rhymes on the tissue that wiped away my tears
Life is but a dream, mother f**er wake up
Some people bring you down and rain cloud on your parade
But sometimes you need aid, in order to get those dues paid
I'm through saying i'm playing
With attitudes of laying in the shade you turn Grey
And have no sense of staying
By the sides of those who need you
The one who feeds you
Love and happiness, your soul turns see through and deceitful
Please do, listen to me as i speak
Because without knowledge of self, your whole mind will turn weak
So i say things with no fake, waiting till the hole breaks
Is like looking in the devils eyes, witness sin as your soul takes
I role breaks for love, hip hop is my pa**ion
Satisfaction my pleasure, trying to keep my seat belt fastened
On the highway to hell, no tolls or bridges
Writing words on the papers, with no leaves or ridges
I told stories to Gods in my dreams, so it seems
The cake is really not that strong enough to taste the cream
The cake is really not that strong enough to taste the cream
Life is but a dream, mother f**er wake up
Swagger on zero, f** being your hero
I chill with Good Fellas and Godfathers like Bobby DeNerio
Focusing on a potent dream i use to joke and scheme
Wrote books to heighten my clout, use my wings and spoke to teens
To spread love on the bread of life, i knew cats that were fed with life
Dogs who abused d** and laid in bed with wives
That were not theres, no cares in the world, no reason to
Being bruised to the point of no need to be abused
I read the news and see d**h and distruction, child abduction
I'm too busy focusing on dick suction and quick seduction
I use to flip the subject get disruption, verbal eruption
My pens are too nice for your obstruction
I'm drinking the pain away, not dealing with pain today
Hope my brother doesn't make the same mistake throwing a fresh brain away
I'm still insane and play the game and say i'm changing pace
But i'm still in the race, i'm writing rhymes with that angered face
Writing rhymes with that angered face
Life is but a dream, mother f**er wake up
Life is just pronouns
You decide how it go down