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I'm "The Dream" Hakeem Olaijuwon Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Posted at the bar with a lean spittin' bars
Hittin good green I smoke Dutch Master cigars
Playin golf the only time I'd ever be sub par
This shit remind me of the ninety-eight Chicago Bulls intro
From the first few notes you should know what you in fo'
If you don't, dial four one one I got the info
Catch the tempo, bless ya mental, its quite simple
Step on stage, blow the speakers like a twelve gauge
You know what T.I.M.E. is - that's word to Flavor Flav
Free the mind of the slaves, the allegory of the cave
No cap, I'm Steve Rogers, I can do this all day
I amaze - I'm the illest like I caught the black plague
AIDS, an ankle sprain anna cold all in the same day
Spread it to your brains in the sickest of sound waves
The light skinned Ving Rhames, all you chumps is small change
I shine like the sun you could never eclipse
Get caught up in my orbit like planetary ellipse
The Alchemist, my hand holds the pen that writes the script
TIMEisINFINITE and you don't even know the half of it
But f*ck that, my thoughts are too advanced for all you suckaz
So kick the bucket, you aint ready to bring the ruckus
Step up to the plate and I'm swingin' like Kirby Puckett
On a quest for the ducats and quite frankly I love it
The Peter Parker author with the verbal parkour
Web Slingin' like I'm Spider-Man, spittin the hardcore
Abolish Venom and Carnage, admonish a Secret War
The Endless Waltz, Wing Zero, Epyon, the encore
I got more bars than arms on Doctor Octopus
Marvelous, hip-hop artist rhyme novelist
When I die, mummify me in a solid gold sarcophagus
Inscribe my name on an indestructible obelisk
It's obvious, niggas can't f*ck with me lyrically
Yea you might rap but you ain't on the same tier as me
Thinkin' that you nice like that, considered heresy
It's clear to me you specialize in myths and conspiracies
Stupid muhfuckas can't comprehend the rhyme
Step ya sorry game up, or get left behind
Those that understand, I'm steady blowin' they mind
Cuz I flow like water refined into fine wine
I rock the microphone like a certified geologist
A black star, I should be studied by astronomists
Fuckin up your brain like the worst trained lobotomist
No, I'll never stop 'til I conquer all the continents
Compliments to homies that I came up wit'
Accomplices in crime know the glove don't fit
Apocalypse to lame ass niggas that talk shit
Incontinence for shitty ass rappers who flow piss
They don't make 'em like this no mo'
The last of a dyin' breed, the dragon, I got the glow
Peep my flow and get caught up in the undertow
You should call me Lupin the third - I steal the show
This is the result of a thousand open mics
Fake rappers clear the way yo, exit stage right
Please, you not the prototype, yo ass is over-hyped
Frontin' like you bout that life, I know ya type
Meanwhile, I set the precedent, effortless, gotta represent
Melanated excellence, prevalent in my element
Elegant, intelligent, my word is simply eloquent
Now if you aint fuckin wit' that you must be celibate
You might catch me chillin on the front of ya stoop
But it don't matter who be tellin' it, I am the truth
Need proof? I hop in the booth and switch suits 
Clark Kent turns to Superman and bursts thru the roof
No need for a secret identity, Time Infinity
A child of hip-hop, shit is really instilled in me
Intoxicate your soul like spirits at a distillery
Unless you Biggie, Smalls, y'all niggas be killin me
I got skills foreal what the f*ck you thought it was
I'm lightyears ahead of you niggas so call me Buzz
Marijuana buds get ingested in my lungs
You thought u was dope like me? You on drugs
You little bugs are annoying like some gnats
You won't start a revolution like Nat Turner, that's facts
Even haters tell me "this shit slaps" and give me dap
No cap I run laps around these cats that cant rap
I'm all that like throwback Kenan and Kel
Stay Fresh like the Prince of Bel-Air I will prevail
I gotta excel, I'm off the scales, I'm hot as hell
Burn an L and a cool jay then proceed to rock the bells
I'ma rap until the beats run out
Make sure my presence is felt 'til all da stars burn out
Lame's takin' the wrong route they steady chasin' the clout
That's not what I'm about, no doubt, I hope they die out
I grab the microphone, get in the zone and go in
My freestyles are lethal plus I'm nicer with the pen
I relax and take notes, I master the art of Zen...
Matter fact... f*ck rap, I'll become a monk at Shaolin

Muhfuckaz wanna play but I aint with that shit
Lemme get right real quick, hold the mic with a vice grip
On point like an icepick steady makin' ya mind flip
Impossible to forget showcase intelligent wit
The Inner Mind's Eye is Infinite, I never quit
Know the flow is legit hip hop this shit is lit
I exist despite the haters hopin' and wish that I slip
So either f*ck wit my shit or hop up off of my dick
Bitch shut the f*ck up you aint fuckin wit this
Steppin to me you need an army so go run and enlist
Throw hands swell up ya lip and have you talk with a lisp
I hope you drink piss and then choke to death on your spit
Don't trip, if its all love we be smoking a spliff
And if you got lungs we can burn bout a zip
I never puff anything that isn't considered piff
Twist it up, blow clouds and disappear in the mist
I'm on the rise, full of pride, no surprise my prominence
Its uncommon how I compose my prose that's common sense
A king like Tutankhamen my aura is hard to miss
Dumbass muhfuckas will struggle to get the jist
Like I speak in Sanskrit, write rhymes in hieroglyphs
I continue to evolve as the sands of Time shift
You been lookin for a real lyricist well this is it
T.I.M.E. The Inner Mind's Eye is Infinite

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