Dream And Imaginate

Check it out, uh, uh Why so tough? (Yes, great brother, we swear) (The best star rappers on the dance floor) Why so tough? (Yes, great brother, we swear) (The best star rappers on the dance floor) Why so tough? (Yes, great brother, we swear) (The best star, the best star, the best star) (The best star rappers on the dance floor) I'm so bold, it needs to be told If I was in magazines, I'd be on the centerfold I'm like a model, your hoes want a photo of the soldier Put me on a poster for some exposure I try to hold a poster, but I can't maintain When I release strain, them old niggas can't tame I'm pouring like rain, so you better run, go find a gun I'm feeding on the face of a death drop You can't hide those heads, my rap's a cast of tabs Like crab eggs, hedging in bets, killing off rappers like some flesh I let my flavors spread on soft meat When my flows increase, your cape deal with the heat Either face defeated, can eat while the wax is weak Like an animal, get cannibal dentists in my kitchen After I feed, niggas gonna need some sticks We swear the best star rappers on the dance floor (Let's go, sir) (Yes, great brother, we swear) (The best star rappers on the dance floor) I build a rhyme state to make the crowd shake (So what?) Niggas yelling in the front, your bitches scream, "Brother" When on arrival, a power recital is way vital You give up your title to come chill with this idol Rap recital, a hundred proof over Hennessy I'm making tendencies and control flows Like entities, into these styles of the nova Holding my folder, I move a chump like a Motorola Yeah, I hold the pen in motion because you know it ain't no stopping I got this rhyme dropping for all them niggas jocking Yeah, my flow is powerful and I'm expecting For you to start disconnecting yourself before you wreck yourself Rhyming with all your mic, testing me, even breaking fingers trying to write But you can't keep up, you follow the path I'm stepping with my ballpoint weapon in your face I'm wrecking, collecting the dough When I'm dissing flows, I pass 'cause I'm dismissin' Like a snake hissing and spitting at they ass If they can't last as long, you rhyming against me S-P-I-T, that's wrong, you're gone From this weariness experience, I leave you shook You're wackin', lil' suspences I rip All up in, then I win 'cause I got the power You lost an hour, take your shit to the shower Have no fear, drop no tear 'cause I'm here The best storm rafters on the net, rise, go, storm! Yeah, straight rub 'em where your brush will wear The best storm rafters on the net, rise, go, storm! It's the Waskos, I hit it up each day Beats lit up by Jay, makes it easy to say that I adapt With the dopest rappers that I know And I'm the flavor of the year 'til the second it stops So how do you count all the props we collect By the dips where we're living? But, uh, don't even sweat yourself All in my biz, you'll get wrecked yourself Now on the real, I'ma tell you how I feel I never get wack in rappin', damn it, I'll just quit So no young Mac can say that I got wack in shit Sad fact, most rappers are rollin' off fast I gotta ask why after one jam, you don't last Is freestylin' over beats like this one a hard task? If it is, go back to real rap school, kids And I'ma show you how to get the props you wish you'd get And I swear on a stack of dope rappers I done slayed And all of the rhyme books under my belt in the days that I wrote If I get one fan, then you can quote my devoted dedication For that one to stay dope with the dope-type shit I put that on Waskos, we gonna hit SoChic In my head, this is deep, so deep, so deep I don't care if you peep the plot Play my tape years later after you bumped it a lot Then my raps'll bring you back to the exact same spot Rhyme travel is possible, believe it or not Follow me there and I'll take you where you wanna go underwater Deep in the woods, if so, into space Zoom past comets in a race against time Then juggle a thousand stars like rhymes Happen in the middle of my room, the walls wiggle I looked at the ground, it's twiggled Like tits on a dip, everything in the room jiggle Trapped in liquid TV makes me giggle, ha ha hee hee I slap an MC with much raps 'til he collapse That's my only intention Then jump through a hole in the ceiling into another dimension like pooh Looks like you seen a ghost, I got you spooked I control the mic like a psychedelic rock 'n' roller, that's right The walls are closing in with spikes, so don't fight I curse everything you write Then beat you with the Bible 'til you see the light Here I come with the cold showstopper Hip-hop opera, 'cause fat lips proper True hip-hopper, fly rock dropper I gives a mad f*ck if my shit hits a flop Uh, 'cause I got flavor like Flavnocker F*ck around with the lip, your ass'll end up in the meat locker 'Cause I'm the chief rocker, I never eat no beef or no pork Or no ox or no type of ham, because I bust up on the mic I come fresh when I'm at the jam and I like To just kick the rhyme and flex, I'm not tryna come complex In comes the poetical, the alphabetical assassin I fly like first class, so fasten your safety latch Your attention I catch, I'm the big thing to have in the rap since the motherfuckin' scratch Shit, is it like that? Man, this shit got me all fucked up Let me just do this, let me do this Yo, like this, here we go Oh, hazy, fuzzy, blurry is my vision Rhymes go astronomical, through my dimension Or another chronic poor, 'cause y'all the smoke has arisen But it headaches, success is still hittin' Put me on my good foot, Whitney, it better get right Leggo with me, Troy Tone Boy, y'all rest, we got the fight Yeah, I'm faded, can't believe I made it, brain cells evaporated I just can't think, I try to create a decent style of flow But shoot blank, all this dank got me walkin' off the plank I'm walkin' off the plank, goddamn, my breath stink My eyes are wide open, I can hardly even blink I'm startin' to think, this shit is gettin' over my head I turn off the light and see some shit in infrared Yo, yo, yo, yo, this the blue light that we light with (Hahaha) Uh, what? Yeah, that's it, that's it Broke up, sleep with shit My earrings (You like to exaggerate, call me in the hood, child) Make a whip (You like to exaggerate, dreamin' of ma- Imagining) (That shit's fake) (Dreamin' of ma- Dreamin' of ma- (Like to exaggerate, dreamin' of ma- Imagining) (Yeah, I go, yeah, I go and bust a flow with that nigga) (And, and imagining) (Baby, let me get up on the mic, I'm the executioner) (Tootin' on the burner, too) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Scream, rubble) (Yeah, yeah) (Scream, rubble) Oh, you gotta clap your hands, you gotta get up and go (Yeah, scream, rubble) (Yeah, yeah) (Scream, rubble) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, you got to get the f*ck up, buddy You got to put your right hand up and pull your fist (Yeah, yeah) (Scream, rubble) Yo, you got to get the f*ck up, baby Get the f*ck, ha Niggas is all nasty, they be 'bout to get pissed You got to get the f*ck up, buddy You got to put your right hand up and pull your fist You got to get the f*ck up, buddy (Yeah, scream, rubble) (Yeah, scream, rubble) (Yeah, scream, rubble) (Yeah, scream, rubble) Oh, you got to get the f*ck up, baby Niggas is all nasty, they be 'bout to get pissed They be blazin', they be blazin'