[Intro]
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What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare
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[Verse 1]
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I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
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Till one day I grew suspicious, when I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
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And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
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Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new be-ditching
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Missouri from Michigan didn't work
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So we moved back to Missouri from Michigan, from Missouri back to Michigan
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Someone put me out my misery, I can't do this again
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Mom please stick to a decision
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Discipline, last thing I wanna' do is listen she's like
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Lex Luthor, bitch, her rules are kryptonite
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To the walls and I've lost my power to see through them bitches
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But I run into them, running through the kitchen
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Pretending to be blind, Superman
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Cos I had no supervision
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But I did have a super power though
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I could turn into invisible kid
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Disappear out of sight, like a true magician
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And one day uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but different
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Music into the picture and it become my new religion
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"I remember it clearly, even today"
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Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Ned
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Always itchin' for something to do, was flipping
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Through the radio stations one day
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And discovered this DJ who was mixing
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I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the wizard
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You ain't have a fucking clue what you was missing
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I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing
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For shoes, fuck them stupid pumas bitch, it's all about them new edition
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You get the new LL Cool J
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Think I finally maneuvered to 8 Mile and ([?]Hoover) and somehow I found my future is in this
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That's how I know my mission
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Little boom box boomin', spitting
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Practicing numerous rhythms
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When I sit in my room envisioning my dreams come true for wishin'
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I remember Proof would visit
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Couldn't wait to play him my new shit, he'd go complete ballistic
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Go through the roof for his shit
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It's like we knew the instant
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We touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this shit
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Never quit, too persistent
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Started a group of misfits
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Proof had a proposition
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If we all brand together, there ain't no stopping this shit
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Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and
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Be ready to come off the top as sharp position
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If you got dissed at the shop cause if they caught you slippin'
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They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin' you
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And you forgot your written
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Opportunity knocked us once, it ain't knocking again
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It tried dong ditching shit
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I fucking got that bitch in a headlock
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Cut off his oxygen Slim
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[?]
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Now I got my pot to piss in
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I'm in a league Muhammad's in
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All these [?] bombing them
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Probably end up on top of them
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Stomping them like Ndamukong
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I'm rushing at the
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Flow vomits in your face
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Competitors fall at my waist
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You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face
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So name the time, place to battle
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Bitch I'm still in that mind state
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Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes
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Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose
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But you turds better be careful how you choose yours
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Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worse
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And the truth hurts, shit no wonder you're sore losers
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Ooh, no more trippin in bird shit, this songs a self empowerment surgeon
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Words of encouragement but this [?]
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The rap games God, but the name's not James Todd?, I'm just a wordsmith
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So let these words lift
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Cos all I got is bars for you dumbbells and doors ain't working out
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Each verse is more [?] than the first
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And you ain't got to wear no shoes and shirt in this beast? to get served
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They shall not escape my vengeance
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And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone
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Word to Uncle Ron
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I'm turning into an unhumble Don
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You blind dumbos, all I got is dick for you to crumble on
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So stop the show, but I need a drum roll for I go on
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Better back away from the front row, get gone
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Bigger then Dikembe Mutumbo
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I'm the fucking jungle tron
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I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambacluts
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I'll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yard
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So mow the fucking lawn, your asses are blades of grass
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And I'm fucking up this whole landscape of rap
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The GOAT just ate eight acres, and ate the vet
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Who just make a path and take you straight to your favorite rapper
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Oh look, my notebook with smoke cook
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Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, soot
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Like oak wood was burning
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Return of the no good
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Groundhog Day
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| Eminem |
