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from Dream Warriors - Subliminal Simulation (2003)
(feat. GangStarr)
[Chorus] The life you is walking through Such a bitch Day in to day out the same old thing kid [Verse 1: Spek] Bring me to the end and I'll be me Open up your eyes wide so you can see It's thick to be me How I kick my rhymes down pat Within the circle how we do When we kick that fact But where's the meaning? I take it one night by one night But where's the meaning? I take it one day by every day I pick a rhyme I chose and put it number one inside my placement So look to find the signs inside my basement No tears Sell us full of samples with ample time to loop It's just the beats from the dead from my head with my troop And it be cool if all the time was like studio time But days are long enough for Spek with the rest of my time I think I'm manic depressive and not agressive enough You can try to be hard but damn you still won't be rough Life is whack for the ?? life is phat if you flow Life is waitin' for a deal when you like got no dough [Chorus] [Verse 2: Spek, Lu] In the middle of my nights I check my late night flicks I'm up at night trying to write and late night I get my kicks That is I'm out to get my main feature The low budget picture in my room and in between I write scriptures Picture this the day's just a claender's notch And every kid becomes the one who wanna ride it on the crotches And when I'm finished when my flick is almost done When my rhyme is half done When I check a late re-run I lose to the groove soul sounds soothe me well Sometimes my mind wonders sometimes heaven could be hell I pass the fools who has never known my name When I think about the deal sometimes I need someone to blame I add members to the show who knows a fan For the ones that wanna capture the essence of level To the hip-hop their directions they groke Who's representing us? the critics holy smoke [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lu] Place text in images replacing old versions Documents displayed as homemade Glue without a clue you your loophole is deckin' in the halls to ring bells In fear of losing clientels My work place is infinite But can't plan it like my screens appearance is translusive But with a hard ??? I display I cruhser critics As easy as... Skip this step if you wanna Control key available to only keyboards you can't afford Q he's the shift he's the roller Can't understand your education is basic (science) So many words and everything is being said Yet people get pissed When people wanna your way but not their way so which way's the right way I'm going hungry in the belly of the beast That uncleans the serpent I walk like the lion I'm a leash [Chorus] |
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from Dream Warriors - Subliminal Simulation (2003)
(feat. GangStarr)
[Chorus] I've lost my ignroance and don't know where to find it So I search (search) furiously I've lost my ignroance and don't know where to find it Yet I search (search) furiously Stop this and lock this in your trophy case Cause this one is built for the whole human race Was INI the only one to experiment Was the noise I organized ignorant (no) What is it then it must have been the pen Or the vibes I send or the time that I spend Thinking and sinking into the sink Don't try to swallow this because it's too much to drink Because [Chorus] But why do you search for ignorance (I don't) You can be a dummy Mr. Will (I won't) What is it that you seek then Soul in the hip Getto is the grip so the beat won't slip Or slide or do a dive into an ocean of lyrical audio And here's a plate of video I search and disperse so verse rehersal is universal Like nova is nobel when I am flowing over ruffell and boulder I admit my style and wit is a homicidal tool I'm seeking knowledge like a student in school [Chorus] We don't know We don't know We don't [x7] I venture through darkness with power eclipse Soul for my guidance my conscence equiped Opens my thought my neighborhood compels me The contract swells the head I feed on my own so here we go into a cool down The fool found a sound but there's not enough to go around So we searchers and searchers we searches in ignorance The outcome of distortion is the evidence Pre-dominant pre-dominance is how I stand Phenomenon one phenomenon two (come come) I seek and I prosper my journey is endless Keen is my eye sight analyze Reality fantasy fantasize [Chorus] |
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from Dream Warriors - Subliminal Simulation (2003)
[all vocals by King Lu The Philosopher]
[Chorus] Baby used to be a California dream Baby used to be a California dream Baby used to be a California dream But eventually everything becomes a dirt pit In a showroom frame I attract another hit If you run to the sun, call Lu, then you trip I think it's time for you to retire, you skipped That's what you get when you suck to much sess You get penis end, like the girl in the tight dress A mess hall, we all in your balling There's no where to run when the roll is calling May it be me, cause I flow from within girls Tell me I'm a hoe, drop the stereo and we can flow Loop like cause this might be magic Watch it might engulf you and catch your snatch There it is, what it is A house is in the middle of the street To swallow my gift is a feat But I hate to see without eyes When people try to sabotage But I'm quite sucesful at espeanage Try harder man, come on harder Cause if you don't, then come on, why bother You're in my air evaporate at a rate greater than wait I'm changing fate Hey, look I made ya look Who's in the kitchen cookin' chicken, mama Exscuse me baby I don't mean to interupt But my mind's corrupt now that you got my interest up You're best I edit the wish bones before I credit Cause I must show my versatility facility Peep me like tom Must you, I bust you I smash you into dirt and leave your crew laughin' at ya I'm coolin' like Laverte You're hurt if I'm leavin' you [Chorus] Plot thickens When reflects is flex like the sex faces Into private places It's me baby (is it you Lu? really really you?) Touch me and tell me if it's true Did ya miss? (yeah, I miss. Did you?) Yeah I miss Then commence to kiss kiss give me sugar Cause you be the bonafied baby booger You know, we go togeter like a gun and a trigger (yeah right, then who's this? I can't beleive this. I thought I was the World to you. Shit, what is this?) Come on baby, you're trippin' to illusion conclusions You think I would want that old broken down car Now who picks me up when I'm down Come on, who puts a smile on my frowm Come on who makes mmmmmm (you crazy) So then let's blow this joint with God speed Cause you know, I've got the remedy for what you need Twelve inches of steel, spinning wheel Cause you can't fight the feel when I'm in Better turn the volume up to ten, and dim the lights Cause tonight, you're takin' flight Ah, but the next day somethin' went wrong Huh, she slipped Found a note, must've fell from her coat Said I'll meet you at the Eaton Centre at a quarter to eight And don't be late Okay, so I thought about the shit that my mind was going through Took two ???? pills and then called the crew My crew said "chill King, we'll fix it, don't sweat it" "bother you? don't let it" I got it [Chorus] But that's what you get Like a need a mostly dream Like a dream, you sit inside a pit and you fiend Now pain, pick axe and shovel, I digged and I gotta get out, I gotta get out, gotta get out Of this pit, I'm bigger than her But my chest is crushed turned to mush For real If I ever shot myself it was just to get the feel So suicide was out of the question Did I mention I didn't get a tricycle, thanks to Mr. Trojan I'd be walking around like these other brothers, trippin' Aimlessly, like a record skippin' But once bitten twice shy (dry your eye) Once bitten twice shy (dry your eye) Once bitten twice shy and I won't lie MC's that think I didn't evolve got something comin' I sleep with words and verbs is my pussy Fattened like a cat, got your tongue you dirty rat There's some wisdom in retreat, think of that Your impact is hollow and you follow and submerge Now people pull your card, you're livin' on the verge [Chorus] |
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from Dream Warriors - The Master Plan (1996)
(feat. Kandu)
You want bigger and better and higher and larger and more shit Peaches and cream To each man his dream Harvest crops and props Teaches teens how to throw dice and pick locks I wish you knew the issue It's all wallet, politics Done it, done it Seen it, seen it We seen it done No opposition to none Cause they remember that story Bout him puttin some fools hand in a blender Cause first things first Gotta hold his down like (?) purse And school his team like Vince Lomardi No noble cause From sea to street Entrepreneur genius They try to take him under federal conspiracy laws Probable cause Damn, that's Rick the man With the master plan [CHORUS x2: Kandu] Somebody told me to deliver this message (pass it on, pass it on) It was the 7th of July 7 years have moved, like out of place So we rushed it Watched us run straight to the front door Took 4 steps, then he took 1 more He rocked timbos from his ankles to his big toes Wouldn't get caught without the flyest of apparel He knew the scooop on everybody from me To Geraldine Ferraro First love was a Ferrari He played more games than your average Atari He said call me Big, but really I ain't the (?) Dips call me often And pops call me Junior Lo-co, at times I am the cream of crops Ripped clean of props Had the school imperials On his materials Everybody jackin so you know the scenario Cause if he heard word Well, not a word he'd utter If he spoke fast not a word he'd - stutter He never slipped into the pit of a gutter Cause cousin's butter You know there ain't another brother - similar He got into the scene with open hands And his love goochie Got him the booty But no (master plan) [CHORUS x2] Lookin at the sin, advance spin Reminds him of memories Of when he can't rest til he buries these So he remains alone in his room When his head hits the bed He sees visions of being dipped I guess you know a good thing til you lost it Tossed it The limelight of paparazzi Get a grip, don't trip Then cause if you trip You slip and pinstripes wasn't his shit So I guess he got a reason So he grabbed the number 9 To define gettin even His definition was this A death wish, kiss Tish And told Cha-Che to hold the mayo Payo, payo was the sound of the oddo But little did he know another brick would be his motto (ha, ha, ha) In the wall, stretch limos And rose of eyes, in disguise Like stain glass windows With more flowers than I've ever seen Got the Visine for this thing You know, easy come, easy go You may think it kinda strange Since the beginning God's been giving in to angels But take back [CHORUS x2] Pass it on |
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from Dream Warriors - My Definition Of A Boombastic Jazz Style (2006)
What the fuck is this?
My definition of a boombastic jazz style Here we go, are you ready for one other? Dream Warriors' noise is new discover all Once again with a new blend, so telephone a friend (Yo, dude, I just got this new song, it's dope man) Compact disc to the prime is optimist Fans or friends, I'm universally cosmic Concrete jungles abound Stand by the speakers You're smothered and covered up in the sound You stand strong, as you pump your fist I'm talkin' all that jazz Now, what's my definition? My definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition When I kick rhymes, there's somethin' said to do damage Skin so strong, even Superman needs a hand So bob your head-dread, as I kick the funk flow This rhyme is subliminal, yet, you don't think so I walk with a gold cane, a gold brain, and no gold chain Behind the truth lies, there lies a para fix In the mix is where Dream Warriors go Define if you will but I know so, there is no definition My definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition Rhyme, though I know it's a flow, it's just like a poet Your definition of me is definitely wrong Why must I try to lie and build an alibi? When all you ask is just for me to be me Replace a replaceable, replacement with this Relax, relax, relaxation boombastic My name is King Lu (Mine is Capital Q) Bags of mostly water search to find my definition My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this (My definition) My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition I sought beauty through the dust of strife I sought meaning to my music addiction Arise, awaken, we have need to reverse A plague has befallen us, no time to rehearse This rhyme speaks, it's speakin', has spoken This rhyme will not change things It needs to be changed in a hearse You find caskets in my rhyme baskets of rhyme Your definition can define, then, what's my definition? My definition, my definition My definition is this (My definition) My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition Yo, where'd everybody go? |
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from Dream Warriors - My Definition Of A Boombastic Jazz Style (2006)
What the fuck is this?
My definition of a boombastic jazz style Here we go, are you ready for one other? Dream Warriors' noise is new discover all Once again with a new blend, so telephone a friend (Yo, dude, I just got this new song, it's dope man) Compact disc to the prime is optimist Fans or friends, I'm universally cosmic Concrete jungles abound Stand by the speakers You're smothered and covered up in the sound You stand strong, as you pump your fist I'm talkin' all that jazz Now, what's my definition? My definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition When I kick rhymes, there's somethin' said to do damage Skin so strong, even Superman needs a hand So bob your head-dread, as I kick the funk flow This rhyme is subliminal, yet, you don't think so I walk with a gold cane, a gold brain, and no gold chain Behind the truth lies, there lies a para fix In the mix is where Dream Warriors go Define if you will but I know so, there is no definition My definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition Rhyme, though I know it's a flow, it's just like a poet Your definition of me is definitely wrong Why must I try to lie and build an alibi? When all you ask is just for me to be me Replace a replaceable, replacement with this Relax, relax, relaxation boombastic My name is King Lu (Mine is Capital Q) Bags of mostly water search to find my definition My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this (My definition) My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition I sought beauty through the dust of strife I sought meaning to my music addiction Arise, awaken, we have need to reverse A plague has befallen us, no time to rehearse This rhyme speaks, it's speakin', has spoken This rhyme will not change things It needs to be changed in a hearse You find caskets in my rhyme baskets of rhyme Your definition can define, then, what's my definition? My definition, my definition My definition is this (My definition) My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition Yo, where'd everybody go? |
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What the fuck is this?
My definition of a boombastic jazz style Here we go, are you ready for one other? Dream Warriors' noise is new discover all Once again with a new blend, so telephone a friend (Yo, dude, I just got this new song, it's dope man) Compact disc to the prime is optimist Fans or friends, I'm universally cosmic Concrete jungles abound Stand by the speakers You're smothered and covered up in the sound You stand strong, as you pump your fist I'm talkin' all that jazz Now, what's my definition? My definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition When I kick rhymes, there's somethin' said to do damage Skin so strong, even Superman needs a hand So bob your head-dread, as I kick the funk flow This rhyme is subliminal, yet, you don't think so I walk with a gold cane, a gold brain, and no gold chain Behind the truth lies, there lies a para fix In the mix is where Dream Warriors go Define if you will but I know so, there is no definition My definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition Rhyme, though I know it's a flow, it's just like a poet Your definition of me is definitely wrong Why must I try to lie and build an alibi? When all you ask is just for me to be me Replace a replaceable, replacement with this Relax, relax, relaxation boombastic My name is King Lu (Mine is Capital Q) Bags of mostly water search to find my definition My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this (My definition) My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition I sought beauty through the dust of strife I sought meaning to my music addiction Arise, awaken, we have need to reverse A plague has befallen us, no time to rehearse This rhyme speaks, it's speakin', has spoken This rhyme will not change things It needs to be changed in a hearse You find caskets in my rhyme baskets of rhyme Your definition can define, then, what's my definition? My definition, my definition My definition is this (My definition) My definition, my definition, my definition My definition is this My definition, my definition is this, my definition Yo, where'd everybody go? |
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