Dreams

Heb je ooit een droom gehad dat, dat, eh, dat je, eh, dat je moest, je kon, je wit, je wa, je kon zo, je kon, je wilde, je wilde hem zo graag dat je alles kon doen?

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
Van de woorden die ik schrijf, 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 tijditgeist
Chain-wearing, I’m beat tearing
Now all them wanna fucks the Kid, mic
And everybody wanna ride bike, just cuz they hear 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 griep, 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, in Don’t Be a Menace to South Central, toen hij op zijn oma sloeg, sloeg hij haar verrot, en ze sprong gewoon overeind, en ze keek naar hem, ze zei “You still hit like a bitch” ja, en toen gingen ze naar de volgende scene
En ik ging naar de volgende scene, and I cut to the next rhyme
Feel like I be in my prime but on the real, nigga I ain’t even hit halftime
I’m still on my way up, escalator, death to haters, mental labor
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 ik weet het ook niet, shit man ik zou moeten acteren als Bieber
Nah misschien zou ik moeten rappen als Bieber, nah fuck dat stop nog een kwartje in de meter
Just wait, my time is coming, I’m just perfectioning my flow
This all it is, I’ma make it… kid