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[Intro: Sampled singer, (girl)]
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ooohh.. ooohh... (You go girl)
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If they could only be real (Buddha, Buddha, wake up)
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If they could only be real (Buddha, baby, wake up)
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If they could only be real (Buddha! Buddha, get up!)
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If they could only be real (Buddha, what's the matter!? Get up!)
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If they could only be real (Buddha! K-Blunt, Spiritual, he won't wake up!
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What's the matter with him!?)
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[Buddha Monk, (sampled singer), {Drunken Dragon}]
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In the land of the dreams I visualize to stay alive
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Thirty-six brides and a mansion that stands high
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Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
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Diggin in my stash, shit is movin too slow
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Time to re-up, so I could live up, the lap of luxury
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Thirty-two g's and a beam, that's a man's dream
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There's gonna be a lot of cuttin ass tonight
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Knowin that you might be that nigga that has to pay that price
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The desire of my trust, it was just a fuckin lust
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(In the land of my dreams) there's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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In there any shape of figure we could ever trust?
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{No! only in the land of the dreams.}
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[Chorus: sampled singer]
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In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
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In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
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In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
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In the land of my dreams (If they could only be real)
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[Buddha Monk, (sampled singer)]
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Life's a scheme, false covenants and shattered dreams
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Crack fiends, my third eye's seen
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Now this is Hell, now beyond us, thinkin Jeffery Domer
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If that ain't the devil, Brooklyn must be the Bahamas
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My drama's my crazy encounters with eight-five guys
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If I take his life, then he'll take mines
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Powerful mills for blood spills and spine chills
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Chicks fuck for crack deals, when they can't pay bills
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That's real, like the AIDS epidemic kills
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Good for burnin sensation, but you get no fire chills
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Just back drafts, you could learn a lot from a dummy
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The brother that pasted is that brother that will last
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Relax, black, focus your mind on refinement
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Only then will your powers just be climbin
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(If they could only be real)
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Sisters, don't be so quick to put your shit
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lettin everybody hit it, equality's your limit
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(If they could only be real)
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Reserve the best part for you and me in the bed scenes
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{Why?} You're in the land of the dreams
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[Interlude: Man, (Woman)]
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Umm.. excuse me, Miss Chambers? (Yes, Mr. Chambers?)
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How you doin, my love? I got remorse, I ain't feelin it.
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I can't feel that. The son is Allah. He's in the sub-conscious
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state of consciousness. (For real?) You know what I'm sayin?
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He's livin, as he's prayin it, as recorded by my head nurse.
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He has a lot of core system brainal activity. He restored a life.
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(What is this?) He's doin it, but he got shot by it. There's
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nothin more that we can do about it. Let me assure you that there
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is a team of specialists, by his side at all times. (Please, Jesus,
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don't take my baby.) If he can't, we've gave him the best we've got.
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(Please, don't take my baby)
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*chorus x3 in background of interlude*
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[Buddha Monk]
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Nightmares of bein gunned down by fast foes
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Shows no escape, I awake before my fate
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Take precaution, when walkin the streets I can't slumber
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Knowin somewhere lies a bullet with my number
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Paranoid, can't avoid, what my life is due
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My mind is strapped, monitored as ICU
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Flashes of purses, I'm runnin wild, hearin nurses
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Conversin my mental state with my Old Earth
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and I can't assure, here baby boy's gonna be fine
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Stuck in a coma, only speakin with one mind
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The dream reoccurs, no sight of my assassins
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in this mug, bloody visions of a gat and a slug
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Schemin for cream, in a reality it seems
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to be my mind, duckin death, in that land of dreams *echos*
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[Chorus x2]
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Land of My Dreams
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