Alot Of Dudes Think I Dont Know Hip Hop And Shit, But This Song Is About My Dream To Make it And How I Prepare My Self, Must Pee
Sneakyness Aka Lyrical Assasin
Whats Good?....Ya Boy Sneakyness Reppin Connectcut To The Fullest....East Coast Hip Hop All Day, One Of The Upcoming MC's Proving That We're Coming Back....Listen To The Music Yall...1
Lyrics
Hip Hop To Me, Is Like Bangin Ya Dream Chick//
Cuz Everytime I Spit, Fire Comes From These Lips//
Its Always Been My Dream, To See My Shit In Stores//
Between 50 Or Me, Ude Probly Like 50's More//
Thats Thing Bout Rap, Cats Dont Know Whats Real//
Peepin Shitty Flows, Then Go Out And Steal//
Thats Not The Fuckin Deal, U Gotta Think Strong//
Thats Why I Make Songs, To Teach U Right From Wrong//
Everyday, I Pray My Shit Doesnt Fall//
Like The Twin Towers, When Spouses Got That Call//
Livin It Up, When I Walk Through The Halls//
Yea I Fuckin Rap, So Theres No Need To Stall//
In These Lyrics, I Spit Subliminal Laws//
To Protect U, From Coverin Up With Gause//
Forget About The Flaws, Im Here Standin Tall//
Waiting To Get Noticed After A Long Pause//
Chorus: X2
My Dreams To Make Hits//
My Dreams To Stack Chips//
My Dreams To Never Come Across A Snitch//
My Dreams Very Rare, Like The World Of Art//
And Thats How I Felt From The Fuckin Start//
I Became Alive, Survive In Hi-Fi//
Thats Why Before I Spit, I Look At The Sky//
Tryin To Realize, That I Needa Make It//
My Flows Gotta Hole, And My Souls Vacent//
When I Write My Rhymes, Im Always Pacin//
Cuz Im Worried, If Heads Will Continue Hatrid//
I Gotta Get Over That, Be Real With Self//
Get Shit Off My Chest, Be Safe With Wealth//
Now Everything Is Just Truth Or Tell//
And I Never Know When Honesty Is Being Held//
Its Felt, MAd Heads Try To Fuck With Emotion//
Thats Why I Come Through In A Forward Motion//
Cuz If It Wasnt To The Point, Ide Drown In A Ocean//
Filled Of Crime And Time Of Godly Focus//
Even With Cash Offer, I'll Never Confess//
I Needa Take My Time Like A FUckin Test//
Chorus: X2
My Dreams To Make Hits//
My Dreams To Stack Chips//
My Dreams To Never Come Across A Snitch//
My Dreams Very Rare, Like The World Of Art//
And Thats How I Felt From The Fuckin Start//
