It's all about a Dream

[Karim-Rap-4-Life]

It's all about a Dream

2012-07-25

Verse One:
I suppose my life, walking on the street fame
Getting so much money for spitting the game
You see my face, in the 1st page of the magazine
Take my PIC, stepping out a black Limousine
Mr. Rap 4 Life, surrounded by No Body Guard
cowards are jealous, coz found me so hard
Never respond to, parties full of puppies
I Mr V.I.P killer, I hate the devils copies
See me in a Nice hat dress garbed in black
When I get mad, all you hear is Click Clack
I got peers and Enemies, that’s very must
But if they snitch, I know how to blast
You know, it’s easy to make an attack
Can’t blow me up I’m “sharp as a tack”
Under my clothes, find an Anti-bullets vest
This is how I do I should protect my chest
And you know Every lassie is looking for me
If she rung my door I would tell I’m busy
Karim_Rap_4_Life has passed this days
I became an antipathy for the love Chase
When someone wanna a confrontation
All I serve, is the wild vibration
In the windy night, I’m Walking on the street
Hustle 4 Life, supply nothing but defeat
love to smash, every business they propose
If They Wanna negotiate, of course I oppose
It please me, to go them bankrupted
Did not you notice that they’re corrupted
I swore to apply plans for the vengeance
I’m blood-headed and never get me convinced


Verse Two:

Now common baby are you ready for my preview
I look, to the world through my rear-view
I say Politic is so freaking sneaky
That made the situation is going freaky
Here Corruption dominated the employees
I have been waiting for a job for so many years?
That damn thing disgust karim-Rap-4-Life
Make him being The Gang with a curving knife
All I see, is cowards on the benches
They got Fortune, Cars, keys and mansions
On the devils plans they argued to be fraternal
As still The V.I.P killers it won’t be eternal
All time hanging with Mercedes Benzes
Can you tell me what they do on conferences
They lie, pretend, promise, and deceive
Got youngsters on the street, dying of grief
Catching every victim, I let it serious
All they got, is tortured from the genius
You know It’s the Anti-traitors campaign
constrained and hold in the house of pain
I was supposed to be like the horrific Jigsaw
A lunatic making a massacre with a chain-saw
They gonna Curve, When rage flush in my nerves
you know that’s what a coward deserves
Now don’t worry, I got garbage for the Rats
Fake love story, and I won’t tell how it starts
The blood flood they get when I flurry
Begging God for safety, running in a hurry
Jimmy This is called the Rapper’s nation
Revenge notion, no pity just extermination
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They’re lucky I’m not a president
it would be another faces, another affairs
no damn criminal figures on the chairs
I’m mad I’m mad yeah alright
I love to reside on the Rap’s side
I’m the Rapper that they love to hate

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