Lyrics:   Life movies in the mind, a requiem for a dream, a moment in time, where living freezes, and  tension eases, no death, no diseases, fresh air, stress releases, let this be the topic of my thesis,  with all this reality in my face, I constantly mind travel, to that other place, where I supposed to be, no poverty, 50k in the stadium, all eyes on me, after parties, rubbing elbows, hob knobbing, private luncheons, on lavish sprawls, and every hottie 18 and up, throwing me their drawls,  I got it made in the shade, like Special Ed, or Richie Rich, if life is one, I love this bitch, get up real early, don’t want to miss a minute,  go hard ‘til the early morn, like I’m in the race for the pennant.
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Lyrics:    This can’t be real, this must be the Matrix, I move like the One, through time and space with, ships that’s well equipped, full wet-bar GPS navigation chip, trips from state-to state, country-to country, place-to-place, you see my face, on magazine covers, bill-board signs, papparazzi camped out, everywhere I dine,  my time has reached fruition, got personal chefs in a marble and granite kitchen,  finally got my scratch, cause I been itching, twitching, and fiending, to reach this scene, and  I’m here feet firmly planted, supernice grill ice, karats like bunny rabbits, more fetti, than Michael, Reebie, LaToya, and Janet, feels like I’m in the control of the whole damn planet.

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Lyrics:    Wipe my eyes, pinch myself, I’m tripping I got to be, all this me, cause I emcee, interviews in Rome, photo shoots in Milan, blinker on left lane, Enzo Blazing the Autobahn, I had breakfast on Wilshire, dinner on Collins, they ain’t even made categories for the way that I’m balling, drop-top helicopters flying into New Orleans, any chick I point at, 10 minutes later, I’m scoring, 24-7 Rock Star, not a second is boring, ignoring all rules, cause I literally make them, haters ankles broke, cause I shaked them, and baked them, money by the pile, I bag it up with a rake and, this is the life, righteous, untrife, I ain’t making none of this up, and ain’t giving none of it back, tech writer plus 10k, that’s the show tax, DALGOZ, DREAD Beats, this is history on wax.