Dream On

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] They consider this shit backpacking when a nigga just love rapping Club packing, word flipping acronym acrobating Verb spitting and nouns only your mind fathom Synchronize with the drums on a Illmind's pattern Long as I got this beating heart, I’m ripping beats apart I ain't know myself when [???], and still piece of art No frat boy, no skinny jeans I’m more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D In ’86 spitting free in the park I’ve been patiently waiting Busting my brain and creating this album making a statement's An understatement, I’m taking rap flow to a plateau These assholes you clap fo’ Just can’t go they mad slow this fast forward Thinking [mind of mine] be skipping pass those Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show I’m baffled by the skill you niggas lack though Choruses repeating, its boring whatchu speaking I’m at war with all you heathens I’m a warrior emceeing. Man I’m killing ‘em (Samples) [he’s back give him room to breath] [Ortiz don’t confuse him with these other cats] [The best across the board ] [New York] [When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak] [he’s back give him room to breath] [Be proud of me and coming up in rap] [The best across the board ] [When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak] [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Niggas tiptoe around me , bunch of ballerinas I see ya’ll calling out of work with the coward fever Shit, I wouldn’t want it with the Yaowa either [Man y'all don't hear me tho, Alopecia] Nigga line a hundred niggas up and watch a hundred niggas drop In a hundred different spots, bunch of Dalmatians I play this fire in my drive when I’m riding through your block Lifting everybody up call that salvation (Samples) [he’s back give him room to breath] [Ortiz don’t confuse him with these other cats] [The best across the board ] [New York] [When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak] [He’s back give him room to breath] [JO E double L O] [Another Yaowa chant when I touch the mic] [When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak] [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] I deliver you from evil when you’re listening to yo’ speakers turned up Like the club, yeah I get in with my sneakers and my workout [attire] Feel my dick through these Adidas sweatpants I don’t dance, two stepping with a liter of whateva But whateva though I’m clever so you never know When I’mma leave [that cadence and let Cadence] kick a better flow (girl voice) Dana dana dana dan, I’m telling ya’ll its about to go down