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America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
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Peak #2,668
Peak in subgenre #391
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
April 03, 2005
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
leavin niggaz chokin, leavin niggaz soakin
in they own piss, throw em all in the ocean
da commission, also known as da chosen
call me damien, the exorcist omen
i make the sky flash, make the earth crack
you wan spit homey, take ya fuckin verse back
im here for blood, not for rhymes, nigga hold that
beat ya body to pulp then give ya soul back
im your worst fear, an angry black man
a body like an ox, mind of an afghan
keep kiddin ya self like ya time isnt at hand
cuz when im through, aint nuthin left for a catscan
just call me brutal, darc side militant
slit ya throat wit my cd if you aint feelin it
you think im crazy cuz im talkin all this killa shit?
im a killa bitch, ive been a problem since a little kid
fuck that, niggaz wanna shoot me, im'a bust back
so i keep the 9 piece at my nutsack
its that murder murder music that makes ya gunz clap
enough wit the rappin, bitches, jewels
hand me a knife, im gonna stick these fools
all these faggot niggaz think they cool
till they sinkin, foamin out they lips wit drool
think quick, life's do or die, live by instinct
kill everybody else, who is left? you and i
you'll find ya self on the cross, crucified
anyone wit balls big enough to off luke could try
yea, its the ski masked villain
he was born wit no conscience so he lacks feelin
walks in the darkness so yall cant see him
cape crusador, lukeC vadar
lacing the beat wit the bruce lee flavor
move mountains? a mountain couldnt move me playa
you faggots betta brace ya selves
heaven is closed, ya being sent straight to hell
i walk wit a slight bop, keep my eyes slanted
always on the look out, hand on my cannon
fuck the police cuz i live by my standards
a bastared, born in the carlsbad caverns
hate in my bloodstream, pain in my gutz
i, show no remorse i was raised as a mut
so, please keep ya distance, keep me from flippin
you dont have a choice but to heed and to listen
my brain is a mess i cant get my thoughts right
forgotton by the lord since i joined wit the darc side
satan wants me, but he cant get me
i smacked him in the face, laced him wit a buck fifty
thats how i roll kid, anyone could get it
this is what i do nigga, it aint just spittin
i hit the streets wit the concrete style
qboro 2 thourough, come and watch me wild
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