Cipo - Blue Dream Lyrics

In a alleyway with drug buyers
The sun lightin' up more northern cali trees than brush fires...
Hit the valet with a bud of violet
Most of my team keep something loud on the humble quiet...
Complimentary after dinner shots of the grappa
My pallet's positively past your peasant's pick of pasta...
Nightly visits kept my pockets lightly breaded like the calamari
Drizzled light with lemon, side of marinara...
Proven I'm hot like cashed in stock options
Movin' on blocks like crackheads pop lock-in'...
Asian ladies in the park throw hadukens
My eyes are Asian too I blaze the bark from the future...
Scientific... I'm living high end, terrific
No weight is on top my shoulders while others tryin to lift it...
You a little bit off like Mayan predictions
Everybody lookin to talk,no one eyeing their diction...
The truest form, rhyme pure, precious like a newborn
The uniform compliment the type a color shoe on...
Picture my squad tryna fit in like a shoehorn
Now that's richer than grey poupon, you hot switch to lukewarm...
Like pot a joe left for too long fore gettin poured
Cip got a flow that execute more than prison wardens...
Only official minds graspin the reel
So stand clear I'm aimin darts like a javelin spear...
And that's real...

Speak in code to avoid Attica walls and sing sing
Like my man how do ya call bringin them thing things...
On to new ventures
Like upgrading to the Lincoln from the blue Sentra...
It's all favor for a favor, mind stay in tuned to the bank ledger
Later see me slide in the ride like log flumes and Great Adventure...
My rhyme scheme's a hip hop plot and a rap plan
That divide teams, shut down shops and jack fans...
Mind of a pharoah staring at flatlands
Envisioning sculptures that'll outlast time and pass man...
Blazin a quarter and steaming the roach it's all haze
Playin the corner I've seen em approach in all ways...
I don't care about ya likes and retweets
Just put one in the air like the nikes on my feet
Ya force likely retreat, tap dancing to trap beats...
You need a catscan dog, performance was mad weak...
Cream of the crop, Sutherland from the screen as it drop...
Roll a bubba spliff, ain't seen a seed since a tot...
To do numbers, we ain't needin a lot
But I'm tryna indulge like Rueben Studdard at the cheeseburger spot...
I ain't lookin for problems just profits to get my dollars up
When I drop gems open ya mind and soak the knowledge up...
I breathe deep, reach chi, and silence rumbles...
Like high priest monks freezing time in violent tumbles