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letra de nightmares - armaggedon (aka geddy)

nightmares clean lyrics

[armageddon]

[produced by: shawneci]

[verse 1:]
come, follow me on a journey
i’m an epidemic spreading through the streets in a flurry
i’m pure energy pumping through your speakers, you feel me
it’s like i’m in the beat with the violins trynna k!ll me
twenty first century, more violence in the city
i’m kicking future rap, look behind me, you see them
oh yeah you’re new to that, imma put you on, s–t changes
one minute you’re hot, the next you’re not so famous
let me get up my gwap, i bet you not so dangerous
y’all n—as don’t pop off, y’all entertainers
visions of being trapped off by agents, anxious
all my n—as getting locked up for ages, these ain’t just

[hook: 1]
nightmares of the night
we call em nightmares, frightening, light the candle, whoa
nightmares of the night
dark allies, bloodstains on the light post

[verse 2:]
panoramic doorways, dark mechanics, i’m cryptic
triptych thoughts play, overlaid by random satanic visions
this is horseplay, my wordplay is wicked, the beat is christian
crack omen, zoning, got that linda blaire in the kitchen, whoa
i’m salvador dali on a molly, paint a surreal picture like a shotty to ya body
wanna see me, try to find me, but i’m a different dimension
i’m with b–ches stripping, tripping, walking along a shipwreck
chain dragging, pants sagging, negligent disposition
this ain’t rapping, it’s simply me j–king off on the rhythm
i’m no rapper, i’m a rippling shadow in a dark bedroom
made up of a thousand spiders crawling, coming to get you in your

[hook 2:]
nightmares of the night
dark séance, chaos, light the candle, whoa
nightmares of the night
dark allies, bloodstains on the light post

[bridge]
shot gun powder blown all over his mouth and clothes
and his brain missing, no premonitions no algebra
lost his lame existence for playing with papi’s pounds
they just shot up the baby’s christening, that’s just how the power grows

[verse 3:]
shower posse chopper flow, turn up see how loud i go?
straight tripping with like eight b–ches on the stage, sipping that drowsy yo
spent a little more fetti , having church between two t–ties
doing a praise dance with like eight bands in my pants, n—a lionel richie
officially losing my soul, sucking me through the amps
hip hop ain’t about spitting bars no more, we singing voodoo chants
ludicrous hallucinogens got me on the block with big and pac
in front of hot 97 hoping flex will come and stop these f–king nightmares
i got a slight fear of guns pointed at my nice hair
but i’m still hanging out that window catching a breeze from that crisp night air
see a hater gon hate, so f–k them, they don’t exist, duck thumbs
hammers on deck, cuz my n—as gon keep it one hundred like a googolplex, plus some
two through your shooters neck, [clears through]
live with love, die with honor, chicks they love my wife’s bottom
s–t’s so bugged i might hit the club in my pajamas
make a sister wife out your daughter that p–sy wasn’t raised right, should have taught her
upper middle cl-ss white, in the middle of the night waking up cuz he needs some water, screaming

[repeat hook 2:]

[outro:]
is just your imagination or reality?
just keep telling yourself that it’s just make believe
just close your eyes and scream, please get out

- armaggedon aka geddy

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