It Was All A Dream

It was all a dream. I used to read Word Up! magazine. Salt-n-Pepa and

Heavy D up in the limousine. Hanging pictures on my wall. Every Saturday,

Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl. I let my tape rock till my tape pop.

Smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on private stock. Way back when I

had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match. Remember Rapping

Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha. You never thought that hip-hop would

take it this far. Now I'm in the limelight because I rhyme tight. Time to get paid,

blow up like the World Trade. Born sinner, the opposite of a winner.