Lyrics:
In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he used to bomb
Fromm BK to the Bronx
And it's
Block Beaters
Make my dream real
Bl-bl-bl-bl-block Beaters
Moving at the speed of sound
With my head up in the clouds
Moving at the speed of sound
a million miles aways
Gotta wake up from your sleep
Gotta stay awake to dream
Gotta open your heart and believe, oh
'Cause this is life
It's harder
Untouched by grace
Fallen are the messengers
Hymns of the profane
Unheard by the pious
Revere the inverted hypocrite
As we breed to the sound
Wake up with some money in my pockets
Arnold & Son on my watches
I had a dream that I was swimming in the ocean
Mojave Desert, Testarossa driven in
million voices are silenced by the sea
Twisted dreams and broken doors
The bloody face screaming for one punch more
Somebody answers baby somebody calls
You can hear the steel ball
got something, don't it
Makes your rent paid
Makes your loans go away
Makes your heart hurt
Makes you lay around all day
Makes your dreams small
reason you bitches want a Birkin
How the hell his nails painted and his niggas might murk you?
Made a million dollars cash in a bank I ain't go to
Seen
It's oh so late, are you asleep?
There's not a sound, so it's time for me to dream.
The window pane, late city scenes,
So far away from where I
to this everlasting sound
Crossroads with a million signs I never leave the line
The reason's given daily by two little hands in mine
Punkrock shows
I'm a song that was a dream
Someone had me every night
And I woke up by a scream
To stand up for the fight
My spirit's made of noise
And my body's
stage
I sang my heart out day by day
But no one came and no one stayed
So I cashed the check and went away
Once upon a bed of nails
I laid and each pin
dreams by the old ferris wheel
Beside her body she no longer feels
Everyday she's got nails in her head
All around she sees the dancing dead
The walls are
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
We walked a million hills
I must have died alone
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
the fingers
The sound was horrible knives in place of the fingers
Do you believe people can dream what’s going on
can happen do you believe in boogie man
It’s
Dragon Zord
Written by David
In the city shines a light
From a beacon in the night
Summon power brave and bold
Dragon Zord a tale retold
[Verse 2]
the dream alive
By always hitting snooze
I have a fear of speed bumps
but I'm slowly getting over it
This verse is not worth listening to
So please don't
me to my mind where I can be myself
Can you hear the beat coming from my plastic heart?
Millions sounds and thoughts are getting crushed
By my very
connects Def Jam
You pushed over five million SoundScan
And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen
Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons
And we
and a brand new sound
What you want? ya niggas ain't ready for war
Cuz it take ten more, before i get raw
Hardcore, off the wall hip hop
Nonstop, settin up shop
them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
Worth millions still back your
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