The Evolution Of Dreams *Featuring Bad FX
Verse One Written by Teknical Development .IS
Verse Two Written by Bad FX

Verse one:

Above the clouds the words released/
The sacred heart of emcees/
Pierce the chest to purify the circulation/
Expose the thoughts random on the page/
Decisions over sounds/
Expose the craft as you listen/
The alcohol mixes it with the sea/
My flow it flood the microphone/
The verbal is with multiple meaning/
The evolution of dreams/
When the mind it travels pass the night/
Body still like you laying dead/
Alive, Henny walking through the door/
The breathing inspiration/
Grab my cup I sip my brandy/
E&J it burn the plastic/
Toxic through the orifice/
The tablets on the page/
With that new rhyme engraved/
Freedom through that verbal, spit what I want/
Imagine time, the title of the CD/
Gift to the nation, the other species/
Collection of the special souls on Earth spinning/
Asking self what's the point in breathing/
Zoned visual flicker in the mind I see my children/
Their mother and my bredrins/
Free to speak, emotion travel from the place I only know/
Never scared to express the points pass the normal/
Exercise the mind, calm vibrations of the body/
Trust self and the sound a rare thing/
Sad to say I smile because its different when it comes to Hey!Zeus creation/

Bad FX

Verse two:

Mind over flowin with patterns gotta control it/
Conceal em' within these verses/
You can tell when I wrote it/
I bill it, smoke it no roach in/
Meditating approaching, sit back relaxin/
Indulging the vibe that I got from toking/
The worlds on its axis, but I spin on my own/
Round and round to different buds that have been in my dome/
Been high for 12 hours/
And I'm still in the zone/
Many years pass and RDL, were still on the throne/
Put a gym in your home/
Get wedge and you can still get knock down/
When I lyrically rip out your throat/
He aint heard about us/
Better give him a note/
Tek-D, the master emcee, The IS and the smoke/
He done your whole career/
And it isn't a joke/
Watch me rise to the top like the fizz in the coke/
Your whole style is similar to a singer missing a note/
Very whack, now that shit isn't dope/