American Dream [Remix]

Yeah, I see that racing and it might be that bitch
 Punched holes in the wall, damn, you heard? (Wu-Tang)
 Let's get it (Busta Rhymes, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
 Plus I'm rollin' with the best motherfuckers in the game right now
 You heard? (Block McCloud!) Come on!
 We got the illest team
 We swarm like Killer Bees
 You can chop like guillotine
 'Cause only I'm a living dream
 Can-I-Bus is in me
 I Bust-A-Rhyme, deliver C's
 Best believe it, baby, I'm a living dream
 Check, see how the streets will get you stopping and looking (hah)
 When I'm in the kitchen seasoning the concoction and cook and look
 A lot of you niggas trash like it's hard just to step it up
 The guru with a gourmet, a scientist and a chef in a
 A restaurant for the heat and a deli that'll always serve the hood
 24 hours, feeding niggas the hors-d'oeuvres
 God rap prophecy, Bust Rhymes the Great
 Prepared a full course meal, juice leakin' from the steak
 Check, acting like you ain't knowing, you niggas must be idiots
 Yeah, I know my name already, Bust Rhymes and affiliates
 But slip mode in this bitch, the alliance is kinda serious
 Damage e'rything in the building regardless of where it is
 The way I saturate the street, I'm only saying
 I rapidly feed the hood like I'm a fast-food chain (huh)
 No need to ever question why the hood love me
 Got the aliens and vegetarians, feed you if you hungry
 Debauchery
 Ain't no peace in poverty
 Keep watchin' me
 Blow your ass up like Blockupy
 Know your psychology
 Nigga don't lie to me
 Disaster strikes, yeah, that's prophesy
 Theocratic liberal faggot right-wing fascist
 Democratic crack addict
 Politics is a language
 54th Street downtown
 Maroon Lincoln Navigator
 Music is loud, the usual crowd
 The center of attention is where all the energy is directed
 It's deceptive so I stand corrected
 Top tier rated review
 Same as you, say it ain't true
 I put a nigga to shame in the booth
 Difference between me and them
 Fingerprints and dick size
 Bad Leroy Brown spaz like Spetsnaz
 Lumberjack on steroids
 Break you off with my bare hands, boy
 Sledgehammer to the groin
 So many ways to control the human animal
 Whole strategy's to make the world more manageable
 More or less, best protect your neck, guard your chest
 The war of attrition
 Them niggas starved in the trench
 Only the strong survive
 You know the monster's always gonna try
 Those with a conscience probably gonna die (die, die, die)
 We got the illest team
 We swarm like Killer Bees
 You can chop like guillotine
 'Cause only I'm a living dream
 Can-I-Bus is in me
 I Bust-A-Rhyme, deliver C's
 Best believe it, baby, I'm a living dream
 Hot tub
 Hubs guard the watchdog
 The watchdogs watch the socks boil
 I got them ox tail plates and now you hail-marble topsoil
 Your plots foil like wetlands from onyx soil
 I broil flocks
 Smoke silver like an Arctic fox
 No bark but shots don't hard compress the rocks
 Watch the target burn through your chest plate
 Dextro metal face, my scripts broke, penetrate
 Clicks go, fist throat, separate, wrist throat
 Butterfly shank you lightweight
 I lift scopes in a sworn ceremony
 Master next lift ropes
 Attorney stiff as soul, cough as I row
 To assist to lift your soul
 Skip the fragments of your skull
 Detroit Piston man a place to Indiana brawl
 Scuba dive a landing strip
 Mess all the walls and
 Put 'em to sleep since I'm slept on, yes, y'all
 Oh yeah, I'm the big conquerin' lion
 From outta Mount Zion
 My things is like two pins made from Wolverine iron (yeah)
 You had dreams, I was down with the Mayans
 I hunt witches, chop heads off Medusa (uh-uh)
 Can't block out McCloud, he a crazy producer (yeah)
 All my homies stay tight like me and my Hoovers
 Bang out, that's young nigga shit
 I don't hang out
 Might see me after Ma saw at Jimmy Kane house (woo)
 I'm gifted, stay away from wood niggas and stank bitches (uh-uh)
 Jesus feed your whole team with two fishes
 The angel of rap destroyed demons and death wishes (yeah)
 Even my homeboy act very suspicious
 La Fontaine on the track, little brother, come get this
 Mos Def with the Clan but I'm Common with kisses (what?)
 And I'm 50 when it's time to get down in the ditches (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 We got the illest team
 We swarm like Killer Bees
 You can chop like guillotine
 'Cause only I'm a living dream
 Can-I-Bus is in me
 I Bust-A-Rhyme, deliver C's
 Best believe it, baby, I'm a living dream