Gift of Gab, Del the Funky Homosapien, Brother Ali - Dreamin' lyrics

[Gift of Gab, Del the Funky Homosapien, Brother Ali - Dreamin' lyrics]

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

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

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

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 OG
Serving you the cold heat
Time for you to go to sleep

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
Seeds that need teaching
Inner city peeps need reaching
Not hoing I'm heaving and
Freedom is the reason
DC'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

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