Artist: Cunninlynguists f/ Tunji, B.J. the Chicago Kid
Album:  Oneirology
Song:   Dreams
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

{28 seconds of lullaby-like intro}

[Intro: B.J. the Chicago Kid]
Made it this far....

[Chorus: B.J. the Chicago Kid]
Yeah, I know it gets hard 
but we made it this far
and we never gonna stop
Even when we reach the top (Even when we reach the top)
I said I know it gets hard
but we made it this far
and we never gonna stop
Even when we reach the top of our dreams

[Tunji]
I'm tryna reach the top of my dreams
That's why I'm mapping out the script and slowly plottin my scenes
They never get the picture, even when they're watchin that screen
That's why they underestimate me, cause I'm not what I seem
I'm quite different, entirely focused on making wise decisions
I'd rather risk a huge mistake than spend my life wishin
I try to deal with every problem with the right vision
'Cause when you're gone, it's just that coffin that you lie stiff in
Six feet under, makes me wonder
if I could go back in time and try to fix each blunder
That I made when I was younger, way before the hunger
Before these groupie broads was tryna save a brother number
Uh, see I'm achievin every part of my goals
And I'ma stay the same, no matter how far that I go
I think bright, even though inside I'm dark and I'm cold
Feel the pain in my heart and my soul - but I'm livin my dream~!

[Chorus]

[Natti]
Yeah..
At last rap has its, Dr. Parnassus for the masses
Livin a dream with the atlas as my mattress
Livin a dream cause the rent is fantastic
Haters get evicted on a daily basis
Middle finger notice waved in they faces
Let the door hit 'em where the Good Lord split 'em
PSP players you missin the big picture
Get a million-inch screen let your dream be seen
The world is a stage let your dream be scene
Backdrop and props for the finer things
Enjoy the spice of life on your fries and wings
and wash it down with something imported
If domestic ain't the best at making you feel important
Aim high, poppin bottles will get boring
I can have caviar dreams and, champagne wishes
or a catfish sandwich with Champagne the stripper
It's my dream

[Deacon]
Listen, claim a victory for enterin this world Earth
Then play your symphony from city to the rural dirt
Beyond hurt, invert your neural confines
I hit the lines like I'm runnin in the combine
Intramural of the mind, drink ya night caps
Dream big nigga, play that shit in IMAX
My dream theater's a perpetual climax
Make miracles, give me water I'll give you wine back
For troops in Iraq, Haitians in the Carib' 
or my Arabs, who keep the faith and wear it like a scarab
Dreams prepare ya for livin, they hold the key to life
Gotta be the sheriff when you have 'em try to read 'em right
Don't be impressed by things that haunt ya when you sleep at night
Just rise above it, right in public, catch an eagle flight
Tap that passion that's within ya and just let it breath
I heard it whisper words of wisdom would ya let it be, please.. 
Let it be...

[Chorus]

[Outro: B.J the Chicago Kid]
Top of our dreams! (of our dreams)
Top of our dreams! (Top of our dreams)
Top of our dreams! (of our dreams)
Top of our dreams! (Yeah-eah yeah, yeah-eah yeah)
Yeah-eah yeah, yeah-eah yeah-eah...