Lyrics:
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king
The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
wit a plex roof
Smoking the best blue
Dream me and my team
Switchin' scenes up on that jet blue
You flex jewels I set cruise to the next moves
By
staying by myself when I realized that they was faking
I know
It's gone' feel like a dream whenever I make it
And I go
I keep seeing these demons in
is no end,
No longer bound by a keeper of skies,
An absence of light, shadows the earth
Self resurrection brings a new frame of mind.
Our thoughts
Your friends are gone (gone)
One by one
The shapes are shaped (shaped)
Bit by bit
You blind your eyes (and)
Remain silent
You think the killer
Will
from the others I had seen
Who'd-a-thought he was the answer to the nation's dream?
At first he didn't seem to be intelligent at all
Each time he'd
Benin’s in the
Guinness book of records
And all of them cultures there
They had a Griot speaker
A storytelling musician poet
And history keeper who had
I tried to slip my snare
I was caught and dying there
Some acrobats came by
Cut the snare and caught my eye
So I joined their merry band
I learned
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
(2x)
[Tech N9ne]
Yo, yo!
I'm a Regime original
My flow's aqua
She give me
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
Honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My shape's earthless
I came to earth's surface
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king
The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I
the cut with my shooters) grrt, bah-bah-bah
Thirty clip hangin' out the Ruger (brrt)
And I got a clique full of shooters (brrt)
And I'm in your dreams
a book by it's cover though Not every nigga that might kick it is a brother, no
Fool me once, fool me twice, then it's worse for you
Killer Mike, Last
I'm geaked off the Yayo, I told her stop playin', you know that I'm him like Big Yavo
I'm a young migo, got killers on payroll, cross you cross
free ?
From this hell Hole
And can breath a little
Speak a little
Dream a little
And they afraid cause they are weak
And our freedom can
Be their killer
Who be the dream killer
I follow the lead Ima lead niggas
I mean shit seen king did it
I don't know what I need
But believe in the dream cuz' I seen
good don't it?
Sorry I don't need a hype man, if I do just give me space
Imma pace maker, peace keeper, one tapper, so dapper, when I wanna be
Who are
of ancient stone
lead me to a vision, an unreal hall
And they appear in front of me
lightened by a mystic flame
A new dimension I have to face beyond
heart why you steal it away
Take all the memories and I seal it away
All these years went by and you still look the same
Feel like I'm on the bench but
Them partners stuck in my head
I still got dreams bout the feds
My cousin know what he said
Them niggas know how to play it
They play wit Doe then
You know I keep a big bag, I burn flags, got enemies
Got plans I lay 'em out from A to Z
Got dreams, don't care 'bout what you say to me
Got dreams
sparrow in his wing
Dancing by the river, diving in the wind
And I choose your eyes for their wonder
Cause it's you, the guardian of my dreams
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