I be dream chasen, racing, writing these raps like there so fast, its pacing
All hate to pac man, 2pac, eminem, lil wayne, cause without you given me hate
I wouldn't have gotten this far, no love for the believers, there stuck in their own dreams day dreaming.
Can't you see that your not gonna get far without buying a pack of six pack cold hate instead of a 2pac cd.
All my haters keep hatten while I creat heaven on earth like michael vick created history last season. No dog fighting, no raciest comments, he mad blacks and whites know that their both the same by race or relegion. Dream all you want but you'll just fall on your back rolling around like your on fire, your on fire to falling while I'm cooling down to the top while I pop a cap in ya ass, and as a cop takes me away just remeber who brought you to where you where.
The difference between death and taxes is death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets.