Fluent

Fluent - Dreams Come True lyrics

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I think they breakin all laws

When they break down the doors

And ass kisses get appalled

When we fight for a cause

And when we spit for some fame to make a name for our families

Then I get blamed for motivating planning its insanity

Please be advised if you live your lives as one big lie

You might as well try a new method of opportunistic

Like flows gets drifted from speaker boxes

My most inter inner visionary symptoms are mystic

I demystify mystery with an intensity

That renders me incapable of anything my obsessing needs

But its healthy to flow over beats that you know

Because you spilled you before were only so-so

Now to let ya'll go it but

One word of thumb

Rule of law

Writ of Habeas

You are a slave to this

Jay Z tripled his words

Sean Combs built an empire

How long will they stay standin after I set a new standard

Fluent is like Mandarin Chinese fortune cookies a sentiment statement

I don't know you

You are just my acquaintance

Me and my few apostles or you can call them accomplices

We all go all out insomnia with a blunt or a bong to hit

Put on your winter gear cause drama drops like cold thermometers

Everyday new phenomenons for us to later dwell upon

It takes years to get where ya peers at

Hopefully in the aftermath you up your current habitat



[Hook]



That been said

I gotta write for my life

Every night I know I gotta wake up to the same sights

I also know that fame is more than sellin out stadiums

And I hate radio-actives so don't call me uranium

Trainin my mind to break on through

To the other side where worlds collide and dreams come true



Pretty much what I'm gettin at is I'm hotter

New age Marvin

Nobody listens they want new age garbage

If I cared about ya gun I'm come see it for myself

Don't wanna hear it I'm near it everyday

Everyday it's felt

So take these broken strings

I need your ears to come and hear me

Once again so I get signed in my crimes

New Jersey Underground Compilation not fakin

Pure lyrics you heard the clip but now you are waitin

To be taken to higher levels or lower than the devil's throne

Watch how I just got in the zone

So prepared to be blown away

Stay ten steps back from the caution tape

From the caution tape I make walkin away a big mistake

Keeping it trill is no debate for this new Yankee Southerner

New to dirty Jersey from dirty places under ya

It's that raw regulatory combusting and rusting windpipes

Who try to imitate and infiltrate my hind sight

I got so much sick shit I've been quarantined

Got so many radical followers I'm like tyrannical regimes

I wonder how can I pull the world over fake emcees eyes

And the rug from out from under

If I was ever considered rap I'd give all the money back

If I every spit some wack shit that's an impossible act or feat

So set discreet up to the mic battling and travelin to venues

To let ya'll know what's happenin



[Hook]



Could never phase

I save my ideas like Memorex

I wouldn't stop flowing if I was brain dead in a fender wreak

Intersect pin arrest for a little offense

Little regrets I didn't again but I flipped out like tourettes

Cursin the police with a short leash and long wood

Impose phantom patrols who stealth without a pulse

Undetectable unreceptable unexpectedly being expected by a suspecting executive

Effective immediately your gonna need some special abilities

When your whole body is filled with an organic breathin utilities

Speed and agility leave when they're filmin me

Come back with unreason and artillery

Camouflage mystery mirroring your misery

Writing the recipe of destiny as I hold history

With gavel in hand

I travel the land

Reduce mountains to gravel

Gravel to sand

Take my hand and decode the Fortran

It's more than the simple things you see that's important

Never believe what you hear only half of what you see

Cause more than a hundred percent of TV doesn't apply to me

Revolver un-holstered spitting rhymes like lead

Any down talking head gets knotted in his own dread

Bad Samaritan trash from Maryland

I lack melanin but I command and conquer like Americans
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