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[Intro] What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare [Verse 1] I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious Till 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 kryptonite To the walls and I've lost my power to see through them bitches But I run into them, running through the kitchen Pretending to be blind, Superman Cos 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 Ned Always itchin' for something to do, was flipping Letras de cancionesThrough 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 You get the new LL Cool J Think I finally maneuvered to 8 Mile and [?Hoover] and somehow I found my future is in this That's how I know my mission Little boom box boomin', spitting Practicing numerous rhythms When I sit in my room envisioning my dreams come true for wishin' 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 two existed to do this shit Never quit, too persistent 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 position If you got dissed at the shop cause if they caught you slippin' They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin' you And you forgot your written Opportunity knocked us once, it ain't knocking again It tried dong ditching shit I fucking got that bitch in a headlock Cut off his oxygen Slim [??] Now I got my pot to piss in I'm in a league Muhammad's in All these [?] bombing them Probably end up on top of them Stomping them like Ndamukong I'm rushing at the 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 Ooh, no more trippin in bird shit, this songs a self empowerment surgeon Words of encouragement but this [?] The rap games God, but the name's not James Todd?, I'm just a wordsmith So let these words lift Cos all I got is bars for you dumbbells and doors ain't working out Each verse is more [?] than the first And you ain't got to wear no shoes and shirt in this beast? to get served They shall not escape my vengeance And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone Word to Uncle Ron I'm turning into an unhumble Don You blind dumbos, all I got is dick for you to crumble on So stop the show, but I need a drum roll for I go on Better back away from the front row, get gone Bigger then Dikembe Mutumbo I'm the fucking jungle tron I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambacluts I'll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yard 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 Like oak wood was burning Return of the no good From Letras Mania