Nightmares (Busdriver Remix)

[Chorus] I went to bed at midnight And the clock said 1, 2, 3... Go 'head and close your eyelids And then tell me what you see Cause every word that comes through me It was born in a nightmare [Verse 1] I met some old friends recently They on a whole new frequency I made some new friends the other day But they was talking 'bout colorways You can't rock clothes like Kanye Then go home with frozen entrees Yo, Give me food truck tacos Heavy sour-cream, no cilantro Rap's all post-modern A bunch of style orphans with no fathers I stay familiar with my lineage And spend a lot of time defending it Yeah, I think I would've made a great panther I used to be a break dancer And I used to smoke a pack a day But I got scared of the face cancer I pray to god like Esther Rolle That I'll be blessed with some breath control [Chorus] I went to bed at midnight And the clock said 1, 2, 3... Go 'head and close your eyelids And then tell me what you see 'Cause every word that comes through me It was born in a nightmare [Verse 2] Yo, I want shag on my floor charred carpeting And "Oh god," singing four-part harmony Go to the valley, get a manager Who specializes in porn-star marketing I wish every day was Halloween I'd be Frylock from the Aqua Teens Yo. Why? I don't know why Maybe to make the time go by Maybe I got bats in my belfry But if it was that, who could tell me? You say the things that you overheard I see the things that you don't observe The written life strictly synthesized And tricks the eyes like lower-thirds I see the future for city niggas Gang-banging with samplers on midi-triggers A different future for rural folks Cause that will be where the tourists go To take pictures of families with real-life first cousins, sisters and aunties Yo, I got a heart like a Buick motor And play my part like a super soldier I got a mind like a steel toe I be walking on my heels, though The internet and the cable's out Man, I should go get a paper route [Chorus] I went to bed at midnight And the clock said 1, 2, 3... Go 'head and close your eyelids And then tell me what you see 'Cause every word that comes through me It was born in a nightmare