What is a nightmare?The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmareI used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn?t superstitiousTill one day I grew suspiciousWhen I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna?s stoopAnd got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeonsThen we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new be-ditchingMissouri from Michigan didn?t workSo we moved back to Missouri from MichiganFrom Missouri back to MichiganSomeone put me out my misery, I can?t do this again
Mom please stick to a decisionDiscipline, last thing I wanna? do is listen she?s likeLex Luthor, bitch, her rules are kryptoniteTo the walls and I?ve lost my power to see through them bitchesBut I run into them, running through the kitchenPretending to be blind, SupermanCos I had no supervisionBut I did have a super power thoughI could turn into invisible kidDisappear out of sight, like a true magicianAnd one day uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but differentMusic 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 NedAlways itchin? for something to do, was flippingThrough the radio stations one dayAnd discovered this DJ who was mixingI say it to this day, if you ain?t listened to the wizardYou ain?t have a fucking clue what you was missing
I?d zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing?s wishingFor shoes, fuck them stupid pumas bitchIt?s all about them new editionSYou get the new LL Cool JThink I finally maneuvered to 8 Mile and HooverAnd somehow I found my future is in thisThat?s how I know my missionLittle boom box boomin?, spittingPracticing numerous rhythms
When I sit in my roomEnvisioning my dreams come true for wishin?I remember Proof would visitCouldn?t wait to play him my new shitHe?d go complete ballisticGo through the roof for his shitIt?s like we knew the instantWe touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this shit
Never quit, too persistentStarted a group of misfitsProof had a propositionIf we all brand together, there ain?t no stopping this shitCome up with aliases, bipolar opposites andBe ready to come off the top as sharp positionIf you got dissed at the shop cause if they caught you slippin'
They?d take your spot if someone got to rippin? youAnd you forgot your writtenOpportunity knocked us once, it ain?t knocking againIt tried dong ditching shitI fucking got that bitch in a headlockCut off his oxygen Slimnow I got my pot to piss inI?m in a league Muhammad?s in
All these, bombing themProbably end up on top of themStomping them like NdamukongI?m rushing at theFlow vomits in your faceCompetitors fall at my waistYou spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme?s faceSo name the time, place to battleBitch I?m still in that mind stateDon?t make me step on you and make you wine grapes
Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is looseBut you turds better be careful how you choose yoursCause feelings scar but egos bruise worseAnd the truth hurts, shit no wonder you?re sore losersOoh, no more trippin in bird shitThis song?s a self empowerment surgeonWords of encouragement but this?The rap games God, but the name?s not James Todd?I?m just a wordsmithSo let these words lift?Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells and doors ain?t workin? outEach verse is more, than the firstAnd you ain?t got to wear no shoes and shirt in this beast?
To get servedthey shall not escape my vengeanceAnd I?m the kid with them ears like Dumbo?s goneWord to Uncle RonI?m turning into an unhumble DonYou blind dumbos, all I got is dick for you to crumble onSo stop the show, but I need a drum roll for I go onBetter back away from the front row, get goneBigger then Dikembe MutumboI?m the fucking jungle tronI?m a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambaclutsI?ll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yard
So mow the fucking lawn, your asses are blades of grassAnd I?m fucking up this whole landscape of rapThe GOAT just ate eight acres, and ate the vetWho just make a path and take you straight to your favorite rapperOh look, my notebook with smoke cookLike the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, sootLike oak wood was burningReturn of the no good