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Featuring T3, Young RJ and Guilty Simpson (Hook) Dream team you're better then you listen them Nah dawg, ain't no fuckin catching them, Niggas talk tall and can't act for them I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them Just speak on it dawg, yo, it's decadence You're running with raw, it's decadence You can't see us, it's decadence We the realest around nigga, respected yea (Verse) I'm out of order my buy, my bipolar dissorder Lord of the horror that killed Dora and that fuckin explorer I turn the sword into a man alughter, I'm buying stroker I drain the put on this trap then rhyme Oprah Up in this you penalized, we flyin vultures In a desert with seven limbs, no signs - hopeless You never wins, I'm better than ever been, They say I'm going broke now, I've never been a wind, Our buddy dudes, they hit their hollow chins, We the tightest, word to James and Titus I offer this, minus the riders Ocaidas with Mike's lip, I cause crisis Songtexte(Hook) Dream team you're better then you listen them Nah dawg, ain't no fuckin catching them, Niggas talk tall and can't act for them I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them Just speak on it dawg, yo, it's decadence You're running with raw, it's decadence You can't see us, it's decadence We the realest around nigga, respected yea (Verse) Ball in the corner pocket, aiming like I'm shooting moving targets Underground like the black market, Rocking stones not colognes Onyx joints, wear black diamonds Don't wanna live up on hollow points, Rock don shit, Gucci shades with the night vision So even when it's dark I'm a technician Slick game keep it raw like a coke line Beats by Jay nigga you can smoke mine In my own lane never do it like they do Sudden some whatever I touch down like ey you, Paid dues, official like a may do, RZA, dealer, I'm from the same school. (Hook) Dream team you're better then you listen them Nah dawg, ain't no fuckin catching them, Niggas talk tall and can't act for them I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them Just speak on it dawg, yo, it's decadence You're running with raw, it's decadence You can't see us, it's decadence We the realest around nigga, respected yea (Verse) Peace to the villa, all the way back to H pilla, face scylla Grade A spitter, Patient as a grave digger, Meaning I wait for a sound then I react why you're playing around then I Produce the hit the way I do it, you won't know if it's beef or making music, I got your number homie, tailor suited I measure your arms before I slay a Judas I take em through it, I'm Samuel as hell for folk fiction Burning ales in hell then exhale Then I give em hell like hell and twist wings Brainstorming while you try to send sale. The rest fail, tryin to derail the hustle, I got a candle unleashed with no muzzles, Your whole team's on the bubble, And we're buzzin em, giving them trouble We leave em searching to the rubble. (Hook) Dream team you're better then you listen them Nah dawg, ain't no fuckin catching them, Niggas talk tall and can't act for them I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them Just speak on it dawg, yo, it's decadence You're running with raw, it's decadence You can't see us, it's decadence We the realest around nigga, respected yea Aus Songtexte Mania