America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Lyrics
im a monster, born wit the purpose to kill
on the forefront of a war wit disturbing appeal
armed wit wit a large kit of nuclear arsenals
launch em, bomb on you victory's impossible
i roll wit pryo nigga, fuck hand to hand
watch my flames burn right through ya tae-bo
for ya waves i got tidal, strength multiplied to
roll right by you, strong arm, ryu
put the flame to ya chest, turn mortal kombat
fatality, put my name for ya death
you've been lukesifided, my acoustics fry
who's the truth, who but i, yea
im waitin for a fool to try, test my skills
i'll leave you in a blood pool to die
you see me, on the news on ya tv
187 in ya hood, nigga its DC
get some ammo, put ya camo on, its on
im gonna start the war at dawn
masterful, im the best, thats the truth
dont have to shoot when i come after you
bastared luke, you've done it again
killed hundreds of men, but dont have enough caskets fool
its typical, hittin niggaz wit tha ill lyrical
to survive my rhymes you need 25 miracles
highly demonic, eyes red, high from the chronic
you weak emcees are the type to die in the gauntlet
no balls, no courage, no arms, no purpose
ya worthless, a bunch a of low-life serpants
watch ya back for the fork tongue
watch the sky for the gods son
watch the track for a hot one
watch ya hood for the cwalker squadron
darc side, da commission shit is hot...1
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