Dreams

Have you ever had a dream that, that, um, that you had, uh, that you had to, you could, you do, you wit, you wa, you could do so, you do you could, you want, you wanted him to do you so much you could do anything?

Kid
And I’ll be coming around that mountain
I be coming round when I come, I be coming round with my drum
I be coming around with my tongue and my tongue be drumming
It got me hotter than the sun be, and I’m on that green is gumby
And they say my shit is bumping, and they tell me that I must be
So much more than the status quo cuz I got that flow that’s oh so cold
Yeah the most so hot when I hit that spot
And the most so sick when I’m on my shit
And the most so tight when I’m on my mic
From the words I write, believe the hype
Girls don’t know where I flip my tongue, dyke
That’s why they go to my Face, Skype
Making more buzz than zeitgeist
Chain-wearing, I’m beat tearing
Now all them wanna fucks the Kid, mic
And everybody wanna ride bike, just cuz they hearing my price right
Just cuz they heard my flow nice, I don’t even really want them like that
Psych, I love this shit, I live for this, ain’t never heard no one sick as this
Cuz I’m past the flu, and I’m past the new
Setting pace for the race for the number one place
So we all know I’m goin’ blow up
Cuz every time I show up I show off
I make them hits, no I’m talking real hits that’ll cut to the lip, like
Like when Ashtray, a Don’t Be a Menace to South Centralban, amikor megütötte a nagymamáját, kiütötte a seggét, és ő csak felpattant, és ránézett, és azt mondta: “Még mindig úgy ütsz, mint egy kurva”, igen, és aztán átvágtak a következő jelenetre
És én átvágtam a következő jelenetre, and I cut to the next rhyme
Feel like I be in my prime but on the real, nigga I ain’t even hit halfftime
I’m still on my way up, escalator, death to haters, mental labour
Working on mine while you working on your’s
Put vocal chords on chords and soar
And I’m the Kid, I guess these my chores
I’m the Kid that they adore, I’m the Kid that press record
And I’m the Kid that’ll spit that reckless infectious shit
Got you tripping and thinkin’ “How the fuck this kid ain’t famous yet?”
Man I don’t know either, shit man I should act like Bieber
Nah maybe I should rap like Bieber, nah fuck that put another quarter in the meter
Just wait, my time is coming, I’m just perfecting my flow
This all it is, I’m make it… kid