Let me take you back in time, homie back to when rhymes, really had a meaning not just for macing them dimes, when kids weren't lying about packing them 9s, & freestyles meant a lot by stacking them lines, snapping them spines was put in a lyrical form, you ask what happened to mines i'll leave you lyrically torn, a miracle born & yes i'm from '94, put it to your chest if you test because your rhyming's poor, you wanna' battle son that's what the fuck the line is for, you on my side that's what you get behind me for, keepin' it real i get straight to the point, you're like a weed sack rolled up i'm baking your joint, take it don't point dog we only tell the truth, government got you controlled behind a cel or booth, toast to the dead said Det to the G, for pioneers & rap legends that be resting in peace.

What happened to Hip-Hop classics like C.R.E.A.M., what happened to music that had something to mean, what happened to gangsta' rap that had the lean, it's something i seen only in my sweet dreams, what happened to original like in the 90's, what happened to lyrical instead of just rhyming, now everyone's critical & everything's green, it's something i seen only in my sweet dreams.

I guarantee drake weezy & kanye, don't give a damn about their fans in their vans they be gone ayy, & that bitch tyler never created nothing, he's a straight up liar dog why you bluffing, you fools never gave a shit about your fans no credit, Det get you wetted don't forget it i said it, i move peeps for weeks like i'm telekinetic, 'cause me & the microphone are still magnetic, i never let it be how it is, i'll show you how it was with the blaow when i'm buzzed, when bloods weren't telling eachother waddup cuhh, you rolling with crips but you a blood whaaah, money got a strong hold on my people look what it does, & liars conspire when they fuck with the fuzz, flows so deep couldn't reach with a sub, like back in them times when we were crackin' them mugs.

What happened to Hip-Hop classics like C.R.E.A.M., what happened to music that had something to mean, what happened to gangsta' rap that had the lean, it's something i seen only in my sweet dreams, what happened to original like in the 90's, what happened to lyrical instead of just rhyming, now everyone's critical & everything's green, it's something i seen only in my sweet dreams.

It's goes 1 2 3 & to the 4, the Detonata' make you drop it low, not a n aristocrat just sick 'ol rap that flow, & when you plant it in the underground that shit grow, that shit blow like the winds that blow your house down, & i don't care about hoes they can go arouse sound, 'cause my music is like sex to ya' ear, who's getting big now i'm next in this year, major labels son that's like sex in ya' rear, so i keep it underground 'cause the end ain't near, this is dedicated to rappers who think they i'll, we go ballistic in my district your ass get killed, dedicated to Pun Biggie & L my favorite artists, ima' do it for you keep it true where the heart is, Guru Eyedea Pac Heavy D & J Dilla, ima' keep it illa' hope you feel me like i feel ya'.

What happened to Hip-Hop classics like C.R.E.A.M., what happened to music that had something to mean, what happened to gangsta' rap that had the lean, it's something i seen only in my sweet dreams, what happened to original like in the 90's, what happened to lyrical instead of just rhyming, now everyone's critical & everything's green, it's something i seen only in my sweet dreams.

Only in my Sweet Dreams.