Have you ever had a dream?
Were you ever inspired enough to develop a scheme?
Have you ever had a dream?
Is it just for the love, or is it all for the CREAM?
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Have you ever had a dream?
Ever wishing you could make it so you could taste that green?
Because I too have a dream
And I've made it clear since the age of 16
Bust this, bring the ruckus
You're spitting straight bupkis
While I'm literally delivering straight poetic justice
No Janet Jackson
I split distractions into fractions
Better learn to do the math, son
And get on your Isaac Newton shit
Who is this
Nigga that spits flames like a Koopa, bitch
I'm a new face
That's soon to be the next big thing like Blueface
Squeezing the microphone like it's toothpaste
White shit all in your boo face
And she lick it up
Hot beats, I rip it up
Mumble rappers, give it up
This is the
Lyrical shit
Over your egotistical shit
That shit's satirical, kid
Better make yourself invisible, bitch
Like you Sue Storm
With that voice sounding like a newborn
Cause my shit's like food porn
Mouth watering
While it's harder than
Parents losing to their child in an argument
Harder than trying to get into Harvard, and
Harder than trying to find a cure for the Parkinson
While your shit's softer than the Backyardigans
I'm on that 90's shit
Rappin like it's 96
You rappin like a whiny kid
With a tiny dick
Sit in a corner somewhere
You can't compete where you can't compare
Ya'll some fuckin Winnie-the-Pooh ass niggas, I'm a grizzly bear
Good morning, the sun rises to greet ya
To bacon and eggs, you say I'm ready to eat ya
Out the door, a new day is ready to meet ya
Along the way, life's lessons destined to teach ya
Along with new problems ahead
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's what Nas said
In your Honda Civic, journeying around the block
To your job, you gotta punch in at 9'o clock
Got the coworkers greeting
While attending business meetings
Working hard for them new Jordans that you were dreaming
About having in your possession
Show them off? No question
Meanwhile the boss was talking about recession
People going broker than bones
Can't even pay their student loans
And not even the bills to their house or their phones
But you was never aware
You was just daydreaming 'bout some J's to wear
When out here's an economic nightmare
Lunchtime came and went
Three dollars and eighty cent
While you're eating, ask yourself: Have you ever paid your rent?
Back to work, continue the day
Boss called you to his office, he's got something to say
It's much, much more worse than just docking your pay
You were itching to buy the Jordan's, now there's just no way
But wait, it gets worse
Back home, you just got evicted
Unemployment's a disease, and you've just been afflicted
Had everything planned out, but this you never predicted
Life works in mysterious ways, whether pure or wicked
I kick flows that's naughty
I pack punches like Karate
Blows rupture through your chest like a shottie
Won't hesitate, I
throw elbows like Muay Thai
Leave their nose redder like the Kool Aid Guy
So what you wanna do
I got the mindset like Kung fu
Niggas with egos
I flip 'em like Aikido
Styles sharper than Kendo blades
I'm rhyming like them old days
Anyone know somebody better than him? No way
With the one-two
Can't see me like peek-a-boo
Only time I'm caught slipping is whenever I'm dodging you
Topics, I'm like Taekwondo
Warrior like Alfonzo
Ain't no escaping when I hit you with a combo
To me you're stepping? I'll break your back like Wrestling
What the fuck you expecting? What the fuck was you guessing?
That I won't break your shit like it's MMA?
Nigga, you trash like the Sacred Fist, Kensei
Bow to your sensei
I'm Bruce Lee, bitch you know
I go on and on like backflips from Jeet Kune Do
These niggas is psuedos
They pussies like putos
While I'm out grinding, tryna get pockets fatter than a Sumo
You know that I'm likely
To hurt niggas that bite me
But on the other hand, I'm chill like practicing Tai chi
And play shit low-key like a ninja
The masked avenger
Lyrical swords slice contenders
I injure
With rhymes from the Shaolin Temple
Shout out to the Wu, can it be all so simple?
Simple like street fighting
I keep rhyming
While you mumble rappers keep lying
I'm mixing flows up like Kajukenbo
And killing beats, no matter the tempo
Careers? I end those
Or for a better term; discontinue
Who step into my venue
Game over, there's no continue
