Brother Ali - Dreamin' lyrics

[Intro: Gift of Gab] Oh my god Go to sleep rhymin' And wake up rhymin' Just can't turn it off man I'm just thinking too much Just, I just, I just wanna take a break for a second But I can't I just can't flow without it man it's like Oh my god [Verse 1: Gift of Gab] Rhyming and dominate prominent ominous flows Ominous rhyming and shining the time it is club Diving and hiding they thriving it's marvelous so Obvious y'all be as down to this party in y'all Intimate sentences entering infinite kaka Tangents and ligaments bend and extend in your chakras Didn't and getting and sitting and chilling and filling And spilling it, filling it illigent. This is how it goes Dropping a bomb on a comet; a saga is shaking Father the stopping and polish it all in a breaker Fall on a stopper, and follow the dollar I'll fake ya Although I'm all about Wallace's balling I hate ya Balling your comets are falling all over your acres Swallow your shower of pollen in operative papers All of em slaughtered the rappers and taught of the master Be caught in catastrophe, come get and hit with power pulse [Hook] And the pain in my head And I've never Never, never Felt so alone My mind can't stop Can't stop My mind can't stop Can't stop And the pain in my head And I'm dreaming [Verse 2: Del tha Funkee h*mosapien] Ding dong, That's me at your door Sir diesel the sandman, gun atcha jaw Uncut funk the bomb set to detonate, exclusive Sure to shake it 'til you're lucid Persuade ya, remind ya' that whining about loneliness Never get you to the zone you wish Dzl, my rhyme be the sign of the times No matter the dateline I'm the grapevine For the plot line just hit the hot line If you on cloud 9 I'm hitting the turbine You can't outshine the sunshine, bottom line From the starting line make it as clear as crystal Lime All the way to the finish line It's a system wide pimping on the pleasure principal Is it you? You can't pimp me I'm an O.G Serving you the cold heat, time for you to go to sleep [Hook] [Verse 3: Brother Ali] Very seldom seen sleeping Deep in a dream in the steam of the evening Too much food for thought I keep feasting Beats that need beasting, C's that need teaching Inner city peeps need reaching Not hoing I'm heaving and freedom is the reason D.C.'s teens in the street keep me grieving Tears on my cheek Yet we keep believing Every weekend another funeral procession Creeping all down the streets and families weeping Peeps need healing, anger's seething Wanna grab a piece of that heat And get even The tradition we're steeped in breed beef And try to teach peace and make some new vegans It's too frequent, living conditions is indecent Future been bleak, man quit reaching And all I got left is my speaking About these inner visions I be seeing Till I can touch and feel I'm not ceasing Never stop rhyming, never stop dreaming [Hook]