"Big Dreamers" lyrics - STATIK SELEKTAH

STATIK SELEKTAH

"Big Dreamers"

feat. Reks

Yeah I like to start by thanking KRS-ONE
Criminal minded R-E-K-S, I have my eyes wide open
Nah mean Statik selektah
Watching the cars go by
Spark I was like, I like that joy like there
I'mma head to that joy right there
Big dreamers (uptown) Remember the days man

Yo, skies the limit homey
It's your life go live it homey
Roll that dice and go get your money
Get your game on smash
Piling big stacks briefcase, full of that cake
Move fast, homey. big dreamers
We all seem to be big dreamers
Sixteen I would spit venom at sixteen
'Cause I was dreaming, the whips leaning on probably driveways
Third period teacher wanted me out of my days
Bobbing through the hallway till that new whoop
Cesar cut polo hoody in that dark blue
Timberland trying to play with that latest trend
First time I heard juicy, had to let it play again
Even through the street corners in laying off like bodega's
Getting shine blinded by the light we were so Vegas
We were so major even though the low wages
Bobbing in the mirror, pretending we were on big stages..

Big dreamers, we all seem to be big dreamers
Wanted it all, all we wanted it all
Because we big dreamers
Me and my homies were small
We kept our eyes on the mall
Big dreamers till my rim spin
And my swag right cuz my gear fresh
And my mama got a crib of her own and shit I'm grown
So I'mma keep big dreaming, I got got gots to get it

From my bedroom I could see the skyscrapers in 'em
Guessing if I'm closer, I can see my reflection
Within 'em reflected I can see my self in 'em
Sitting in the penthouse, sitting on a million
Big dreaming everyday like a civiliain, waiting one my superstar
Shooting star feeling
Killing times is creeping in line on park benches
Watching people passing back and forth endless
And it is a feeling when I get when they pass and fall 'em
As they had a chance to beat the heat calling
Opportunity knocked because they kept ignoring
Focus on my pad as the ink kept pouring
Giving up linguistics former to my dialect
See the big picture like I am X.. I am Reks
One in the billion on the yellow brick to all
Join the Fellowship of ours spit it all for the calls

So the little engine did what he could
Since they couldn't decide that he would
Since they wouldn't get up out of the hood
Move like he hunted
Cop the cd burner and moving by the hundreds
Whenever they was getting blunted he would take the highway
To make the high stay like a newport hunted
The sun didn't shine in his summer
But he kept reminding to his brothers
His time will do numbers, working 9 to 5, 5 to 9 on his grind
Kept his mind off his tummy, eyes on the money signs
By the time this touchy earlobe be back on my grizzle
By then I'm hoping this miss and that I don't miss you
That little engine and I can I will do demand, grant forlies
Design line and fish you and expand rubber band equal
Leaked through the leaflets of sheets for my people.. continually