I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
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the clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
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people dont talk about keepin it real,
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(it's understood that they actually will.)
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an intoxicated and stimulated MC starin in the trees
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paranoid or caught in the breeze,
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watch them flee,
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hip hop pets take a walk with me
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And what you'll see is a land
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where the sand's made of crushed up wax
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and the sky beyond you is chrylon blue
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and everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
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MC's have left materialism behind them
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Meanwhile I just grip my mic and
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hope me and my team make it through alright
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because say what you will and say what you might
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but dont ignore who it's for at the end of the night because...
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(Chorus)
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This is dedicated to the kids
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dedicated to where the music lives
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dedicated to those who are tired of the same old same
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dedicated to the people advanced in the game
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what's real? is the kids that know that something's wrong
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what's real? is the kids who think they dont belong
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what's real? is the kids who have nowhere to run
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who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.
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I've seen a lot of shit,
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I've talked to a bum out on sunset strip
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He asked me "how would you feel
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if everybody acted like you didn't exist?"
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You'd lose your grip
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probably eventually flip.
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So let it be known,
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you're the only reason that we do this
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is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
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While MC's fight to see who can be the commonest
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We'd float overhead like a space odyssey monolith
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Overseein the game, over bein part of the same old thing
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it's all gonna change in a hurricane
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darkness and pain, and acidic rain
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and promises you worked away the game
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Meanwhile I just grip my mic and
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hope me and my team make it through alright
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because say what you will and say what you might
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but dont ignore who it's for at the end of the night because...
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(Chorus)
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This is dedicated to the kids
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dedicated to where the music lives
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dedicated to those who are tired of the same old same
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dedicated to the people advanced in the game
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what's real? is the kids that know that something's wrong
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what's real? is the kids who think they dont belong
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what's real? is the kids who have nowhere to run
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who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.
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(Chorus)
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This is dedicated to the kids
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dedicated to where the music lives
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dedicated to those who are tired of the same old same
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dedicated to the people advanced in the game
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what's real? is the kids that know that something's wrong
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what's real? is the kids who think they dont belong
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what's real? is the kids who have nowhere to run
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who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.
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What's Real
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Fort Minor |