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Groundhog Day
What is a nightmare?A 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 suspciouswhen I stepped on a crack on [?]And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeonsThen we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new begi [?]Missuri from Michigan didn't workSo we moved back to Missouri from Michiganfrom Misuri back to MichiganSomeone put me out my misery, I can't do this againMom please stick to a decisionDiscipline, last thing I wanna do is listen she's likeLet's [?]But I did have a super power thoughI could turn into invisible kidDissapear out of sight, like a true magicianAnd one day uncle Ronneybrought over this new, but differentMusic into the picture and it become my new religion"I remember clearly, even today"Move back to Michigan againchillin' with my Grandma [? Ned]Always 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 the wizardYou ain't have a fucking clue what you was missingI'd zone out with my headphonesall I remember doing's wishingFor shoes, fuck them stupid [?] bitchit's all about them new edition [?]You get them hella Cool J [?]Think I finally maneuvered to 8 Mile and [? Hoover]and somehow I found my future is in thisThat's how I know my missionLittle boom box [?] and spittingPracticing numerous rhythmsWhen I sit in my room envisioningmy 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 tossed a mic that both of us existed to do this shitNever quid, too persistentStarted a group of misfitsProof had a propositionIf we all brand together, there ain't no stopping this shitCome up with alliases, bipolar opposites andBe ready to come off the top [?]If you got dissed at the [?] cos if they caught you slippin'They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin youAnd you forgot your writtenI fucking got that bitch in a headlockCut off his oxygen SlimI'm in a league Muhammad's inAll these [?] bombing themProbably end up on top of themStomping them like [?]Flow 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 grapesCry babies, maybe my way that I use words is looseBut you turds better be careful how you choose yours[?] but egos bruise worseAnd the truth hurts, shit no wonder you're sore losersOoh, no more trippin in bird shitthis songs a self empowerment surgeonWords of encouragement but this [?]The rap games Godbut the name's not James Todd? I'm just a wordsmithSo let these words liftCos all I got is bars for you dumbbells and doorsain't working outEach verse is more [?] than the firstAnd you ain't got to wear no shoesand shirt in this beast? to get servedThey shall not escapeWith the uncle RonI'm turning into an humble Don
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