T.P. Allstars - Dream On (Norske Byggeklosser) lyrics

Deeper than life, deep with the mic
Sleep with the strife
Son of light, vision and sight
Listen and learn
Time turns inevitably, days are golden
Incredibly sharp on swollen mics I be holding
Rolling with silvan creatures
Through foreign lands
Planning my strategy on esoteric diagrams
My words fall into the bronze river
My arctic presence let alone
Makes the world shiver

Still waters run deep
The world still revolving
Be involved in this industry
Still eating beef without the gravy
Still mortals are bombing in
This oral warmachine
Still bodys of dead rappers are
Plundered on the battlefield


They still accuse me of greed
But Norway´s most selling rap-artist still
Never saw no green know what I mean? Keep on
Whining while I´m rhyming and when I die
My voice will still live
Inside your soundsystem

I don´t give a fuck about you
But I bet your girl missed me
It´s that Spanish kid, zip-code's 2050
Trees can´t lift me or none of my spicks
We supply fiends with a fix
Fe's with our dicks
It´s me with these six until
I lay down the pen just because you rap too
You can´t say you´re my friend
If you´re gay I offend
I´m the very long-awaited
Between MCs the most hated, I still made it

Wanna move against my team? Dream On
We don´t care if you got a
Bigger crew to lean on
We stand on stages you never set your feet on
Word be bond, we be quick to turn the heat on
Wanna move against my fam? Dream On
We don´t care if you got a
Bigger crew to lean on
We stand on stages you never set your feet on
Word be bond, we be quick to turn the heat on

Opaque the cleanest MC with
The dirtiest sound
Choke the mic and chastise it
Emphasise heavy shit that knock you down
Ralk about my walk majestic
Fat bitches dream of my dick
But won´t ever test it
Mess with muddy-agressive who oppress shit
Stress it, impress with spitting on nitwit's
I can´t quit it now
This is TP´s area and time
All those who are late will left behind
(we won´t rewind)

Complex mind, test me any given time
I´m on some next shit
But I´m living my rhyme
Droppin heavenly lines when I´m on the set
Minimal, mineral, TP-conglomerate
Come one, come all you kids, brawl with this
I´ve got nails and coffin-lids
For all you skills
You´re gonna fall like this
That´s all I´m saying
Too many of you young kids
Think I´m only playing

You best believe this rap
Shit don´t come easy
Why you still wanna get up in this, beats me
Tee´s beats be years of work
In front of the board
Sorry, but I never felt what Money record
I summon the board and did
It with the best again squeeze it out
And split it with the rest of them
We put our lives down with
Ink from chest to pen
And if you wanna bring it
Don´t roll with less than ten

Tyranny Productions, Tee Productions
We seperate the mics from men
Tyranny Productions
Tee Productions the crew who don't
Need no further introduction

Praise the product, TP everlasting
Forever with the diamonds, so fantastic
Six times mic-gems and we passed it
Flying through the industry
Dropping off classics

Your ass get spilt with
Orals from these bastards
Why you so bitter?
You should hide your raps
Away like kitty-litter
Be a quitter and give up
You´re stuck on the bottom
You´re rotten, but I´m happy you suck

So what the fidduck
Soon you all see the Trini-star
Cleaning out this game like a mini bar
Give me head in the car
I hope this boo is yours
Catch me at the club smuggling
Booze through the doors

Juggling crews with brute force, on floors
Sets and walls fools wet their drawers tryin
To set the scores i hear the war´s ended
You tore the walls of Jerico
But, your horns are blowing foul
Tunes on my stereo

Who´s bringing Norwegian Hip-Hop
To the people
Tyranny Productions in control
Now prepare for the sequel