America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Lyrics
lukecwalker, you know i cant be fucked wit
i'll kill a thousand emcees in broad day, public
blessed wit the sword, i absorb ya life force
hang you from the ceiling of ya crib wit a mic cord
dark troops, you crossin sabres wit darth luke
gold fish, you dealin wit a man in a shark suit
i rip apart crews like pieces of looseleaf
my punchlines have niggaz lookin for new teeth
bang bang!im out the gates wit a pistol
the size of a lake son, im not gonna miss you
ive been through the trenches, been covered wit mud
i keep rappin cuz i got a wicked hunger for blood
vampire, mad tighter, streets hot, mad tires
been burned, wigs turned, beats bop, snatch titles
i reign supreme, im like base to fiends
a hard nigga, malt liquor is a waste to me
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