That's What Dreams Are Made Of

　

there is a time such as this that I don't really give two s***s

busting out in the rap scene like a circling tornado fiend

everyday there's a new Jack swing as suckers hide from me

Society something stuck in side of me brothers tend to hide from thee

yet I tend to disagree can post it on my homily for what one is willing to achieve

yes I confess always got something stuck up my sleeve living out my legacy

with happier times of what one is willing to achieve come and sit next to me

these are hard times you see living in a world that do what they please

start spreading its disease you will be a pacifier b***h with a switch

suckers want to beat me bust up the economy take what's inside you see

so come help yourself like your a caged barbaric Keebler Elf

put that book right back on the shelf let things surf

East Coast West Coast still in the zone just after watching Home alone

old school new school that's how we rule help to bring home the family jewel

you still after me it will end in such a catastrophe yet what are we willing to achieve

knocking the boots that is our right even over the edge at the dull of night

we all need to stay strong like Rodney King & Lynn Swan

　

suckers want to battle me but I bust up the beats to compliment me

the devil is inside you playing second fiddle while i'm out there stuck in the middle

Hotel, Motel & Holiday Inn let the battle begin bring the noise with all your toys

both girls and boys holding your own with your haned on the phone i'm full grown

I'm a man with the plan working on my tan you understand

50 cent hasn't made a dent to what i got in mind you see

I'm the over weight lover still undercover waiting to be discovered

so pull your sheets over bring all your friends over and recline at the sofa

some folks want to steal your dreams in some twisted schemes falling apart at the seams

got to move ahead instead girls be out giving head suckers get a face full of lead

out in the streets where people meet we got to come clean some head getting a bit mean

the moral of this story is to wake up in morning glory hearing this dope joint swing

　

Rap is heavy with beats from my head down to me feet taking it to the street

loli pop in your mouth some suckers tend to b***h and pout but you got to get away

free style on your turn table dial taking a lesson from Grand Master Flash who is so fresh

Suckers on stand by watching b*****s flock just to get high reading Catcher & The Rye

roll up this is a hold up ain't nothing funny but the sound of the money

nothing phony I came here to get down got one foot in heaven but the others in hell

start ringing my bell (Word) I exist as a vapor then I am no more

got to grab some lotion off of Petty Coat Junction so what's your function

learning a lesson in confessing leaves you second guessing

so follow your dreams and eat some delicious ice cream my beauty queen

got to wax that a*s fine right from behind peeps do shine got me in a bind

every day I'll climb up the ladder raps getting fatter enough of this chatter