Field Of Dreams feat: Paris Wells

So I guess I gotta...
Yo, eyo,
I spit like an M16, I let them all know they can
have it
That flash of magic, with an imagination to match
it
So catch it, it's classic, but it will not be
contained
In an industry man made, cause it runs through
my veins
It pumps through my brain, through my name,
nothing will change
Don't make me huff and puff and turn this fker
to flames
But enough of the games, my shadow is a tidal
wave
My idle, there's a brighter way, fight for it night &
day
I've built fires inspired to keep my hands warm
I've hopped through hurricanes
Step-step through sandstorms
I've climbed cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming
Even walked on water, just to be here this
evening
So, here we go again, I gotta prove I'm no
magician to you
Rabbit in a hat, rappers is clueless how I kick it
This is blood, sweat & tears...
Flesh & bone a better way
A brotherhood of hope, with a megaphone at
heavens gate
Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead
Cause' there's no way, you will march on top of
me
Not how this is going to be be
Lift my feet, raise my head
Love & sweat & tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
{So I guess I gotta...}
Walk my way instead
Yeah, check it out, yo.
Well he's still kickin' it so beautifully
Bet he's re-writing the odds
Cause he knows it's not the dog in the fight
But the fight in the dog
And the kid couldn't spell for shit
But could draw like a photograph
Fk a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a
poets class
Caught a flow & wrote the flavor that
archaeologists artists audio appropriator
Ghost rider, flaming chopper, corresing the night
Chasing the glimpse of a forever fading the red
sun horizon
He just lights up the skies (lights up the skies)
While running through this circus
With the heart full of good vibes (heart full of
good vibes)
That's pumping through his circuits
Live wire, high flyer
Spit fire round his lungs
A war torn mustang, through an empire of the sun
Catch him diving in his rhythm
Rhyme & gliding in his vision
Manifest music momentoes to remind him of his
mission
He just rolls like a bowler
A soldiers forward composure
With butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his
shoulder he says...
Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead
Cause there's no way, you will march on top of
me
Not how this is going to be be
Lift my feet, raise my head
Love & sweat & tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
{So I guess I gotta...}
Walk my way instead
Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead
Cause there's no way, you will march on top of
me
Not how this is going to be be
Lift my feet, raise my head
Love & sweat & tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
{So I guess I gotta...}
Walk my way instead