Groundhog Day Lyrics

[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
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 wizard
You ain't have a f*cking clue what you was
missing
I'd zone out with my headphones, all I
remember doing's wishing
For shoes, f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking jungle tron
I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble,
you bambacluts
I'll leave you stretched out, like a
f*cking yard
So mow the f*cking lawn, your asses are
blades of grass
And I'm f*cking 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

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