Joell Ortiz - Dream On lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Dream On lyrics]
They consider this shit backpacking when
A nigga just love rapping club packing
Word flipping acronym acrobating
Verb spitting and nouns only your mind fathom
Synchronize with the drums on
A Illmind's pattern
Long as I got this beating heart
I’m ripping beats apart
I ain't know myself when
And still piece of art
No frat boy, no skinny jeans
I’m more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In ’86 spitting free in the park
I’ve been patiently waiting
Busting my brain and creating this
Album making a statement's
An understatement
I’m taking rap flow to a plateau
These assholes you clap fo’
Just can’t go they mad slow this fast forward
Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
I’m baffled by the skill
You niggas lack though choruses repeating
It's boring whatchu speaking
I’m at war with all you heathens
I’m a warrior emceeing man I’m killing ‘em
Niggas tiptoe around me, bunch of ballerinas
I see ya’ll calling out of
Work with the coward fever
Shit, I wouldn’t want it
With the Yaowa either
Nigga line a hundred niggas up and
Watch a hundred niggas drop
In a hundred different spots
Bunch of Dalmatians
I play this fire in my drive
When I’m riding through your block
Lifting everybody up call that salvation
I deliver you from evil when you’re
Listening to yo’ speakers turned up
Like the club
Yeah I get in with my sneakers and my workout
Feel my dick through these Adidas sweatpants
I don’t dance
Two stepping with a liter of whateva
But whateva though I’m clever
So you never know
When I’mma leave kick a better flow
Dana dana dana dan
I’m telling ya’ll it's about to go down
A nigga just love rapping club packing
Word flipping acronym acrobating
Verb spitting and nouns only your mind fathom
Synchronize with the drums on
A Illmind's pattern
Long as I got this beating heart
I’m ripping beats apart
I ain't know myself when
And still piece of art
No frat boy, no skinny jeans
I’m more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In ’86 spitting free in the park
I’ve been patiently waiting
Busting my brain and creating this
Album making a statement's
An understatement
I’m taking rap flow to a plateau
These assholes you clap fo’
Just can’t go they mad slow this fast forward
Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
I’m baffled by the skill
You niggas lack though choruses repeating
It's boring whatchu speaking
I’m at war with all you heathens
I’m a warrior emceeing man I’m killing ‘em
Niggas tiptoe around me, bunch of ballerinas
I see ya’ll calling out of
Work with the coward fever
Shit, I wouldn’t want it
With the Yaowa either
Nigga line a hundred niggas up and
Watch a hundred niggas drop
In a hundred different spots
Bunch of Dalmatians
I play this fire in my drive
When I’m riding through your block
Lifting everybody up call that salvation
I deliver you from evil when you’re
Listening to yo’ speakers turned up
Like the club
Yeah I get in with my sneakers and my workout
Feel my dick through these Adidas sweatpants
I don’t dance
Two stepping with a liter of whateva
But whateva though I’m clever
So you never know
When I’mma leave kick a better flow
Dana dana dana dan
I’m telling ya’ll it's about to go down