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Formula & Kredit {Dreams} *Dope*
IP:
First Is Me. . Then Kredit. . You Can Tell When Shit Switches. .
Long Day, Working, Slaving, Time For Sleep Mind Is Weak, I'm Ready To Find Dreams Mystique I'm Now In Deep, See Myself Walkin' A Desolate Road Peppermint Dro, Never Had That Type Of Blunt Befo' Old Man, I See Walkin, Kinda Stalkin, I Shift Quickly Thas The Enemy Of This Non Reality Based Dream Seamed Together, It's Like I'm Sleeping With A Quilt In My Head Man Said He Was, Built From The Dead, But Started To Tilt N Spread Toxic Fumes, Stockin' Tombs, The Fuck ?, I Knocked This Dude But He Rocked Me Few, Then His Perfume Entered My Cacoon Yes, I Was Now A Butterfly, I Wonder Why, What A Predicament Bustin' Out Of This In Incriments, Suddenly I'm Insignificant I See Myself As A Youngest Child, Runnin' Wild, But Strangely A Petite Lady Tames Me, Arranges Me, Then Lifts Me From My Family Then My Brain Is Like A TV, I Switch Focus, Channel Changed To Me With A Flannel Chain, That's Insane, Handle My Name Boys Is Walkin' Up To Me, Talkin' Bout Roughin' Me, One Sentence Ends There Exsistence, As I Witness Them Vanish Like Folk Witches Now, I'm Turnin' Over, I'm In A Tree, Lookin' Down Around Me Nobody In Sight, Crying From Fright, Dying Tonight ? My Mama Found Me Now I'm Havin' Flashbacks, Ready To Die ? Somebody Asked That Masked Axe, Murder With No Blood On The Weapon That This Ass Has I'm Startin' To Sweat And It Seems Like I'm Convulsing, Eyes Come Open Words Can't Come Out, I'm Chokin', But I Slowly Drift Back To Floatin' I Lift Facts While I'm Smokin', Yes I'm Back In Dream's Darin' Dimension Carin' To Mention, That This Prevalant Resident Has A Sudden Evil Nemesis See Now I'm Being Scripted, Into Another Unknown Circumference He Has Nothin', He Raps Somethin', But Has Drawn Blanks Like No Ink Runnin' head to pillow, instead, in bed the fellow dozes off - thinking on his own behalf of all the bellows, the laughs, and storybook endings that he himself could have he follows a path, the glory and story behind his thoughts, caught smack dab in the middle the riddle is simple, he loves rap but it's tough to pull strings, when you're playing second fiddle sits and twiddles his thumbs, someone in front, seizing the moment at once, while his patience rides thin ..wild spin begins in his brain, his fame, autographs, where he signs his name big, in hopes of big names signing him sliding in are his hopes, fantasies of folks, giving respect that affects his morals and doubts ..blossoming out, his skills flourish and lash out - but how can he rap about reality, when he doesn't know what the wrap of reality is about? here, the esteemed have a theme, where thoughts all suffice as nice escapes and remedies.. ..of a life where rap is a dream, and the dreams fight with only an alarm clock as its enemy. ** How Bout Reviewing This Shit. . Maybe Quote Some Lines. . We'll Love You Forever And Possibly Offer A Piece Of A Pie. . Whaddya Say ? **
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