"Dreams in Reality" genre: Rap
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	CD: MOU: Masters of the Universe Credits: Lyrics: General J.O.
	Lyrics Mixing and scratching, it’s now time for action Hear the crowd clap and shout from obvious satisfaction Give me two fat records and a microphone Scribble down some lyrics and get in the zone It’s my turn now, you best get off the stage Here’s some food stamps, go collect your minimum wage My style is pungent and funky just like sage Unskilled rappers faking jacks got me raged We can go one on one, put us in the steel cage I’ll take the microphone, you can have the twelve gauge Like Jordan and Iverson on the basketball court Style and confidence are the qualities I exhort But I’m not violent kid, I’m the positive type, Like when I’m rapping this shit in your ear, on the mike Cause this is my solo debut, to the haters, fuck you I’m a rookie just trying to be true But I’m hungry, no doubt, just like a pack of wolves Money’s like raw meat, I’m gonna eat till I’m full So I can’t stop until I own a chromed out Bentley An Olympic sized pool with three girls to stroke me gently Right now though, I live in Walnut Creek, you see Working hard, to make ends meet, you see But I got big dreams about leather clad whips Iced out jewelry, fucking R & B chicks Armani suits, and a Cartier wrist watch High-res TV’s and sound system: top-notch Vacation trips to this spot I know in Prague Where girls dress in high-heels and bikinis to jog But dreams and reality are two different things Reality is dull, but in dreams, you’re the king Just kicking it on a Sunday afternoon Sound system booming, filling up my bedroom Electric relaxation bumping from a Tribe Called Quest AC on full blast; it’s scorching hot outside my nest Neighborhood serenade is playing, my favorite song Ice cream man came through, got my Icee and I was gone Stepped back in the crib, got on my swimsuit Called my homey Kinesis, put my music on mute He told me about a party going on at one Bring my homey K-Lo and be prepared for fun I asked about the females, what’s the ratio like? More than enough, pack enough shit to spend the night I hopped in the car, drove at a rapid speed Picked up my boy, K-Lo, we were off indeed Popped at the house, I was playing the Roots loud, K-Lo smiled as he saw something astute, now He pointed at three girls in their birthday suits, I said damn, as I put my music on mute I’ll take the left one, she looks pretty cute Hope you brought your motherfucking Trojan parachute No doubt dude, I ain’t with no HIV, you see Safe sex, Rolex, cashing big checks, Driving a Lex, going from ex to next, eating Tex Mex and rice Chex is the best We exited the car as we entered the party, I picked out the first girl I thought was looking naughty Just when I got down ready for penetration I heard the morning talk show on my radio station Like I said before when you dream, you’re the king But in reality, you’re basically nothing. Like I said before when you dream, you’re the king But in reality, you’re basically nothing.

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