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letra de nightmare i - james the prophet

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woah
said it’s a nightmare up in here
i was with vladimir, go check the calendar

i give you one year clear
ask ’bout my manager, you couldn’t handle it
leave it at that
don’t ask ’bout me; i don’t give facts
i’m not republican i just stay back
my sh-t is private, you on autopilot
in life ’til you dead in the bag

said it’s a nightmare up in here
and i got hair like paul revere
they think i’m weird, i’m a wordsmith
just ask what my words did to my ex-peers
as i disappear, that sh-t ain’t clear
i’m wearing gold, that’s how it appears, uh
they livin’ in fear, uh (they livin’ in fear)

see i been cool, been, done that
i’ve been about rap
i’ve been to rules and i’ve been on track
i’ve been on track to a whack rap
is when you live like that, bring it back
’cause i was doin’ this sh-t way before trap
i was outcast in cl-ss; i p-ssed
got good grades, but that sh-t don’t last

nightmare up in here
i was with vladimir, go check the calendar
two motherf-ckers on god tier
all of y’all amateurs
we got the calibre, leave it at that
don’t ask ’bout me; i don’t give facts
i’m not the gop, i just stay back
i might be g-o-d, today on dod
aoc, everything black

nightmare up in here, uh
bag back to your bag packed
and your backpack got my features, uh
this my career
veriously, i’ma be the motherf-ckin’ leader, uh
i drank two litres, that’s 67
i’m reaching heaven, i’m with the brethren
’til easter blessing’s up

me and my 40, keepin’ the room
there ain’t no shawties, at least i presume
ain’t got no method, ain’t got no crew
your sh-t is hectic and my sh-t is true
it’s kinda embedded in you
i’m a f-ckin’ legend, and proof
i might just roll up, spit a few bars
no applause, and the fear is acute

it’s a nightmare up in here, uh
said it’s a nightmare up in here, uh
said it’s a (nightmare up in here, uh)

uh, uh
said it’s a nightmare up in here
i was with vladimir, go check the calendar
i give you one year clear
ask ’bout my manager, you couldn’t handle it
leave it at that
don’t ask ’bout me; i don’t give facts
i’m not republican i just stay back
my sh-t is private, you on autopilot
in life ’til you dead in the bag

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