Artist: Pharoahe Monch f/ Talib Kweli Album: PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Song: D.R.E.A.M. Typed by: en13712n@gmail.com Pull myself together, put on a new face Climb down up the hilltop, baby - ooh, I get back in the race Cause I've got dreams, yeah, dreams to remember Yeah, yeah, I've got dreams, oh, dreams to remember Help me out [Pharoahe Monch] Yo, my destiny rules everything around me, dream, get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Everybody put their palms in the clouds, get your hands in the sky So it's not a problem to feel, y'all Even if I was broke as fuck, I would lend you my last so you can holla at me still P.M.C. in the place to be on the m-i-c still spitting that real Yo, you know the limericks are limitless, not limited in sentiment but increments of infinite potental in the scenes You could benefit from getting off of the Internet For just a minute, it's a simple song You could sing or Memorex, I meant, mimic it When it hits the spirit it pulls the heartstrings Infamous and kindred, it's intrinsic when it's still in us From the Genesis when we remember to dream, just... dream That means you I've got dreams to remember I've got dreams, yeah, dreams to remember Help me out, yo [Pharoahe Monch] Yo, my determination runs every aspect mentally, I'm no dummy This scholar got skill, y'all Can't take what I visualise from it, you pull the wool over my eyes I swallowed the red pill Even if I was broke as fuck, I would lend you my last so you could holla at me still Everybody put your palms to the clouds, get 'em up in the sky So it's not a problem to feel Welcome to the Age of Aquarius in the stages of various schemes Precariously I escape when I dream Each scene should win an Academy, put it up on the screen My strategy: Pharoahe's "The King of Queens" who fiends for teens to view it as the new theme music Use it to shape their futures when they daydream to it Never elusive, never claim stupid Lucid, boost your recruits when you sing to it and just... dream That means you I've got dreams [Talib Kweli] You know I'm down right excellent, about my scrilla, get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all I got you strung out on the music so I'm sort of like a dealer to a junkie Swallow that pill, y'all Sometimes it rains in Southern Cali and Philadelphia "ain't always sunny" Just keeping it real, y'all Talib Kweli in the place to be, yeah, you better believe Come on, you know the deal, y'all Five o'clock in the mornin', just gettin' home from last night's performance When I'm dead tired from tourin', I hit the coffin I'm like a vampire required to stay dormant Out of the range, the sunlight with a doubt it'd remain I used to smoke so much weed that it clouded my brain I took a break, had to find life's meanin' again without the smoke in my lungs I started dreamin' again (Word!) I dreamed of candy-coated cars and panties that go with bra's Hurricanes named Sandy, I'm floating on "Noah's Ark," what? Police'll bleed blue cause he staying true to the uniform Dennis Rodman in North Korea looking for unicorns (That's ridiculous) The truth is I'm one of the best and when you snooze that's when you meet the cousin of death So when I say I never visited the cousin, I don't sleep I stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep (Dream) Hey! I've got dreams to remember I've got dreams, yeah, dreams to remember Help me out, y'all I've got - dream - dream - dreams To re - mem - ber I've got... Yeah, dreams To re - mem - help me out!