Lyrics Nightmare - Josh Martinez

Nightmare

I get into free styles like jams at the park
Giving out free samples of arguably art
Imagine how i feel, sick of getting stuck in time
Frozen but i’m supposing my grip slipped and now
It’s nine minutes after nine and i’m a nervous wreck in line
To buy a book to look at the pictures because i can’t read between the lines
Late night insaniac, braniac dum dum
In a mansion i’m a maniac, and then some
I’m a miscreant, photogenic kleptomaniac
Outdoor enthusiast power punk rasta
Eating tuna pasta on the daily laze about my day is hazy still from the night
before
I think up ways so that rap pays the bills and still we never turn the heat on
Prefer to put a beat on and warm up
By rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
Couldn’t get this good if you couldn’t keep time and
That’s why the r in rap stands stands for rhyming, little boy!
And little girls, come on ya’ll gather around
I was b-boying before you could do tricks
Before you became hiphop you watched it on flicks
Rented ideas indented in your brainstem
It’s plain dem can’t see the clouds for the rain or the crowds
For the same faces that remain after the showcases standing out in front in the
rain
Woke up.
found out.
got told broke down.
hold on no sound smoke rings.
slow down (2x)
It’s a nightmare where i can’t wake up
It’s right there and i can’t pick it up
You might stare, but i’d prefer that you wouldn’t
Again i reached my hand out to get it but couldn’t
You don’t want it?
oh yes i do
And unless i get it soon, i’mma really lose it
I’ve done other people’s dirty dishes to get here
Get my drift are we clear yet hear me
Let no one tell ya wrong long as there’s breath in my lungs and blood flowing
through my palms
I’mma string along all my things and the be gone
I know songs i do get sung along to
I roll with strong crew, and drink strong brew
And u know my name isn’t really josh
Call me that and i think i like it better when you do
Cause who i really am man i don’t have a clue
Let no one else hold down the god and all the odd jobs
I get up to in my garden yeah i got a credit card and
Run my own business with the most talented valiant chicken eating rapscallions
Tuna rice perogy washed down with a forty diet
If it don’t taste good then goddamn it man fry it
If you really want to know the truth then try it on
Before you buy it and be gone
If you want it bring it on me i’m already there
I’m six foot two with light brown hair
I’m where you wanna be when you’re not on the internet
I live a life in analog but still get diggy with it
Bit it from him hit it one time for breakdancing
And two times for ballet dancers
I don’t even listen to hiphop really, i like reggae.
so control this
I do it for love, money and anyone up above
If you’re out there, let me know.
show me love
Cause i’m always looking when i walk side to side block to block
It’s too hot to not find shade and hide
Inside each hovel resides a harlequin novel
With pablo picasso’s leftover absinthe bottle
There were little green tears on the corner of his lips
Which he licked to get lit on the dew drops and drips
And as he slips into dreamstate, the subtle rebuttal of utter sleeplessness
sets in
Woke up.
found out.
got told broke down.
hold on no sound smoke rings.
slow down (2x)
It’s a nightmare where i can’t wake up
It’s right there and i can’t pick it up
You might stare, but i’d prefer that you wouldn’t
Again i reached my hand out to get it but couldn’t