[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 '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 anew, but ditching Missouri for 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, so the walls - 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 became my new religion
[Interlude] "I remember it clearly, even today"
[Verse 2] 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 Wizzard, 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 Made that final maneuver 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 writtens 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 cuckoo 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
[Interlude] "We are the underground empire"
[Verse 3] Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition If we all band 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 budging, like cocksucking cynderblocks in the wind Now I got a pot to piss in Spot in that top position, kopping over the opposition Looking like a dog that's 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, 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 poo birds, ooh No more tripping in bird shit, songs of self-empowerment surging Words of encouragement, but discouraging the rappers 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, since yours ain't working out Each verse is more merciless than the first is, and you ain't got to wear No shoes and shirt in this bitch to get served, bloodthirst revenge of the nerds
[Interlude] "That you'll not escape my vengeance"
[Verse 4] And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone Word to Uncle Ron, I'm turning into a non-humble Don You blind dumb hoes, all I got is dick for you to come blow on So start the show, but I need a drum roll 'fore I go on Better back away from the front row, get launched, show you I'm Bigger than Dikembe Mutumbo on the fucking Jumbotron I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, you Bomboclaat 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, an eighth of that Was just to make a path and take it straight to your favorite rapper Oh look, my notebook looks smoke cooked 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 won't quit
[Interlude] "And the next thing I know something came crawling up from below Something that made Godzilla look like a plain..."
[Hook] And I don't quit, won't change, it's like a Groundhog's Day So crowd around y'all, cause you may, see if I popped your head
[Bridge] I'm a monster... I'mma turn into a monster I'm a monster with my dick in your mouth all day!
[Outro] "I'm not so sure I want to know from whence it came But the white flesh creature's trail is easily followed There, before that shimmering veil of light, the ivory skin slug thing"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
