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Dreams Jordan

"Yeah, yeah, wassup, this is Jordan. I'm not at the crib right now. But if you leave your name and number, I might back the square and page you. 888-555

insane, feelin that bass, pushing that 808 Mama what's my name, ride this train, FM make ya shake that thang, I wanna hear you scream, AMF burn ya lips like gasoline, Feelin so good like I'm in my dreams

[Jay-Z] Uh, the Mike Jordan of rap, the Mike Jackson of pop The Mike Tyson of street, Airs with no socks The Hugh Hef of the game, yeah it won't stop

time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan and I

Smart folks don't need to put no cursing in they rhymes So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin' My lifestats makes Jordan's six rings look common Ya

Hey alright That killer's overpaid I never liked avenging angels How good are they? That killer's got it made Who's got the stones? Who's gonna be

nothing while all the wine and hope Are like a hill that you will climb slow for something you could Not ever have And when you said 'now the dream is

In light of my present mess In light of my mental weather's turn In light of all the crash and burn I'll open my mind as wide as ever The line behind

long Remember why you're not along You choke You take the dive and wonder why You never elevated You swallow Your sky is dry You're passing time alive And medicated A sublime death dream