And you're sure to get dropped like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not
the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man Okay, hello it's da martian, space jam Jordan's I
'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like e-double I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was
This is the girl of my dreams Ay, is she good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? Ay, should I try and get some help? (repeat 2x) Verse 2 Oh
, yea, yea Got a dolla and a dream Yea I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Yea I got a dolla and a dream,
, to those who claim they know Below the streets that steam and hiss, The devil's in his hole Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days Oh to touch the dream
'm sealin your casket SHUT! Too many problems followin me sayin that I am the +King+, I am a +dream+, I helps my game My street niggaz feel it, it's self
and I ain't hit you with half of the rhyme just yet Niggaz wonderin why I be callin myself the King Shh, I'm the King Who you ever seen that's doin it
proud of what I did, and if I could go back in time I'd try to find another way instead of packing .9's Toting K's and holding MAC's But we know time
if there's a winter storm And I'm there to keep you warm In whatever shape or form Baby girl gotta put me on (Mad Child) It's been ten years runnin'
of us became sleepwalkers followin' dreams Solomon Kings, that's why we like diamonds and rings Pussy and CREAM, with vanity is what it could bring [Hook x
a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's
of gods seed With royal blood flowing thru her jeans Answer would come to her in her dreams The child you bare is a king He's the heir Magnificent chair
our existance Chorus It's a blessing... to struggle It's a blessing... (repeat 2x) Yeahhyeahhh, it's a blessing, just a blessing It's a blessing... *
window See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods Neantha's, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams They gather in teams around jacob's
night, leavin' my head with migraines It's the atomic age, we either smokin' chronic or sage The blood of Jesus, Decepti-concept Martin Luther King had a dream
s real, it's real It's real, just sing it when it's real It's real, it's real, it's real, it's real [Chorus 2X]
' Battlin' in the street, whatever, check this out, yo [Killah Priest] It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite I rock the Star like King