Sweet Dreams

[Hook] Close your eyes I want to ride the skies In my sweet dreams (x3) [Verse 1] Close your eyes, close your eyes The way i'm killing niggas should be no suprise I go inside a booth with the coldest lines and froze the mic The room and the closest guy So niggas wanna think that they can flow and try but don't provide a quotient of so sick lines To add up to a 8th, when i go divide skill niggas don't stand up to the one known as I Go provide the dream im the architect whos heart connects the part then I start to get a sharp respect for bars in my art and wreck the hardest repping stars with my marksmanship Im part of death our wrath is Swift imagine this im slapping a pacifist till hes mad and hits back then i slash him quick and then he goes down under to the black abyss In my dreams [Hook] [Verse 2] Emerge to make a surge and the earth to quake an urgent pace beserk in a certain space and certain Time I work to alert the fake I come with your death clock like murder face I've sure to wait on purpose Secure your wake so brace yourself cause you earned the place im a bird of prey learn to pray before I rip out your vertibrae I heard today I'm the coldest umm opposed to some a poet supposed to run And show the dumb hoes that im dope as none im doper so sure im the chosen one i open suns and hold them im cold enough I froze the sun showing you your hope is none flow so notable make a nigga say "i quit" on my AI shit every day i spit Inception yo agressive flow is futile wrecking those from head to toe in booths ill bend a whole contenders soul and smash it and burn the fragments of his life to ashes Madness in the mind of me The Higest Beast who rhymes with a silent beat I kill air any nigga want to die just speak and realize in a minute theyll be quietly desposed i reap beats and reload and Each feat brings me least 3 feet clos-er to my dreams i seem to be dope and hit a nigga with the bankai and bleach flow your Dreaming saying we even who gave you info i take up the first 3 levels and leave you rappers in limbo [Hook] [Verse 3] Do you belive in nightmares? The psychic hold that I propose to strike when my mic is hold to wipe your whole device 2 times the fold Bluetooth when my eyes closed impaired Right there now that's abstract I swear that I'm passed that Because I'm present in the future I'm the future in the present with weapons in my possession as raps that take over yo girl fucking taking over thurough Fact take over the world map atlas Slaughtering the faggots while I'm conquoring the planet im an officer and dammit command tracks At last what Left here Is nothing much but this text here its text book they get left back when im right back at it next year i strike hard when lash back Send em to the hazmat clinic with stabbed ab in em Then i bring em back and give em a cracked back with a fucking track that kill em when I latch that venom in they theigh B so E-vil an AI supirior to you infiriors and fake guys I take my verse serious and make time to slay My work period with A line Anon nigga you know its me I openly oppose with my poetry i own the street compose then corrode a beat I hope you understand your not over me Quick to kill still but im slow to speak my foes are weak and know it's a hopeless feat to try to step I put your ass where you supposed to be like goodnight mutha fucka go to sleep