Mr. 17stones - Dream (feat. Teo) Lyrics

I'm back in it, they want me to give em something different
As if they heard versatility didn't beat statistics
Mind ya business, I'm a little off balanced
And yall a little too challenged to challenge the kid that goes the distance
They like what is this, he usually spits that quick shit
But now he's got this style that makes it easier on my listening
Theres no convincing the convinced, it ain't farfetched
I'm set apart from the rest, but this issue I must address
I dream, That one day we all can rise above
And stop hating on each other and start showing love
I dream, that promoters a start throwing shows
With talent in mind, instead of money and ratchet hoes
I know, a little much for me to ask fo
Like arguing with a bitch, and not being an asshole
Just go about your daily baby, imma do the same
Ignoring lames at any cost, cause I'm too boss for games
They in my lane, I'm passing on the left side
71 North, on my way to the westside
Let the whip slide, cadillac mackin
Assassinating these rappers, they fanny pack fudge packers
Sorry for the lashing, bashings a passion of mines
With lines in my mind, that makes me wanna slay anyone trying
Denying the fact that most are wack and just wasting their time
I continue to kill what I love like a passion of crime
These muhf*ckas aint even rapping, they just jabber jacking
If we'd to short their air supply, they'd be asthma tackin
I guess even the average rapper can imagine happening
Til they notified the king returned, like I'm back in Akron
With no rehearsal my bar level universal
It's nothin personal, but once we start it's no reversal
I hope you ready, don't come at me weak spittin commercial
You should fire management, decisions faced and Lee can hurt you
My lyrics virtual, I turn em to reality
And while you sleeping, catch me up and charged like a battery
I dream, the music came with technicalities
And some of these artists with wack songs end up casualties
Serving zombies in my basement, from the wasteland
No talent, throw replacements, in the waste can
Swear you one of the hottest, you ain't even making toast
Lying bout ya bread boy you ain't even half a loaf
Crown Royal flow, bout to over double dose
Catch me viral in the lab, whipping up the antidote
Oouu in the meantime, let me think of a mean rhyme
That completes sides in the f*cking crowd, like I read minds
Since knee high, wore mouth to mouth like a revive
Ain't no weak side, no penetration and sneak blinds
When the sparks fly, no catalog match my archives
17, Teo bitch, this the dark side