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What is a nightmare? | The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare | I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious 'Til one day I grew suspicious, when I stepped on a crack On Aunt Edna's stoop and got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new be-ditching Missouri from Michigan didn't work, so we moved Back to Missouri from Michigan, from Missouri back to Michigan Someone put me out my misery, I can't do this again Mom, please stick to a decision, discipline, last thing I wanna do Is listen she's like Lex Luthor, bitch, her rules are Krypton- -Ite to the walls and I've lost my power to see through them bitches But I run into 'em, running through the kitchen Pretending to be blind Superman, cause I had no supervision But I did have a super power though, I could turn into invisible kid Disappear out of sight, like a true magician And one day Uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but different Music into the picture and it become my new religion I remember it clearly, even today Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma nan Always itching for something to do, was flipping Through the radio stations one day and discovered This DJ who was mixing, I say it to this day, if you ain't listened To the wizard, you ain't have a fucking clue what you was missing I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoes Fuck them stupid Pumas bitch, it's all about them new edition Troops You get them LL Cool J cooling system Think I finally maneuvered to 8 Mile and Hoover And somehow I saw my future is in this, that's how I know my mission Little boom box booming, spitting, practicing numerous rhythms When I sit in my room envisioning my dreams come to fruition I remember Proof would visit, couldn't wait to play him my new shit He'd go complete ballistic, go through the roof for his shit It's like we knew the instant, we touched a mic that both of us Too existed to do this shit, never quit, too persistent We are the underground empire Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition If we all brand together, there ain't no stopping this shit Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and Be ready to come off the top as sharp precision If you got dissed at the Shop, cause if they caught you slipping They'd take your spot if someone got to ripping you And you forgot your written, opportunity knocks once, it ain't knocking again It tried ding-dong ditching shit, I fucking got that bitch In a headlock, cut off his oxygen Slim, it's not cordial Like cocksucking cynderblocks in the wind, now I got my pot to piss in Spot in that top position, hopping over that opposition Looking like a dog is pissing, leg up on the competition Promising complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson I'm in a league Muhammad's in, Ali's my colleague bombing 'em Probably end up on top of 'em, like stomping 'em like Ndamukong I'm Russian like a Ukrainian LaDainian Tomlinson Flow vomits in your face, competitors fall at my waist You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face So name the time, place to battle, bitch, I'm still in that mind state Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose But you turds better be careful how you choose yours Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worse And the truth hurts, shit no wonder you're sore losers Now where's your bluebirds? Ooh No more tripping in bird shit, this songs a self empowerment surgeon Words of encouragement but this discouraging The Rap Game's God, but the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith So let these words lift, cause all I got is bars For you dumbbells and doors ain't working out Each verse is more merciless than the first, and you ain't got to wear No shoes and shirt in this bitch to get served bloodthirst, revenge of a nerds They will not escape my vengeance And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone With the Uncle Ron, I'm turning into an unhumble Don You blind dumb hoes, all I got is dick for you to come blow on So stop the show, but I need a drum roll 'fore I go on Better back away from the front row, get launched up your arm Bigger than Dikembe Mutumbo on the fucking Jumbotron I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambacluts I'll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yawn So mow the fucking lawn, your asses are blades of grass And I'm fucking up this whole landscape of rap The GOAT just ate eight acres and ate the vet Who just make a path and take you straight to your favorite rapper Oh look, my notebook with smoke cook Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove Soot, charred debris floating like Oakwood Was burning, return of the no good and I don't quit And the next thing I know something came crawling up from below Something that made Godzilla look like a plane And I don't quit, won't change, it's like a Groundhog's Day So crowd around y'all, cause you may, so you can't pop your head I'm not so sure I want to know from once it came But the white flesh creature's trail is easily followed There, before that shimmering veil of light, the ivory skin slug thing
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