Artist: CunninLynguists Album: Oneirology Song: Predormitum (Prologue) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] I had a funny dream, the other night I was a-floating on a cloud {DJ FlipFlop cuts and scratches} "It was all..." <- B.I.G. [Natti] I am floatin happy not knowin nautical course Tie a wristwatch in slipknots and dock at my porch Time is of no essence, the presence becomes presents Peasants become pheasants and soar past acceptance Current currencies worthless, fodder for feedin purses with iron clad words I solder together verses I'm trippin like I'm eatin the fungi Leavin me, cornered like the pus that crusts in one's eye [Deacon] Listen, there's no light, just never-ending night and the weather's like a hurricane when land is in its site The sand within my hourglass could vanish any moment and I'm tryin to read the signs within the symbols and the omens From the motions of the sea, to the color of the dark This ocean of my dreams was more than cover for the sharks Recovering these parts is like discovering my art I wonder as I wander through my heart [Kno] Cause it starts a dream defferred, a clipped wing on a white dove Seems absurd, a smudge on a white glove Not seen nor heard like screams from the night's lungs Cling to words so much that you won't budge Fiends in herds who yearn for them white crumbs Gettin high like the city sky when it lights up That's what the night does, it hits your mind with the right stuff To keep you blind with a slight buzz [Chorus] Along the many paths, I found my way Waiting to walk some inside {"It was all..." <- B.I.G.} Along the many paths, I found my way Waiting to walk some inside {"It was all..." <- B.I.G.} [Deacon] The mind is like a puzzle that could never be completed We scuffle through its pieces, strugglin for peace it's hard for us to sleep and even harder to awake The image in my mirror's gettin harder to relate I see me harbouring my hate and bartering with grace But I couldn't be farther from my faith, or my face Through this waste of my mind, may I find direction I'm a waste of my time if I don't find its lessons [Natti] So all welcome to this generous helping of self-reflection Night thoughts brought to life with incandescence As the twirls on the tip of our index Staring into space, one's vision is endless [Kno] But glaring at the ground you can SEE where the end is [Natti] So just close pupils and +BE+ pupils and listen [Kno] The headset's your desk the test is what's missin [Natti] Dissect these notes of quotes of keys written [Chorus]