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America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,723
Peak in subgenre #408
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
July 06, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i was tailer made for rap, built wit the raw shit
cut throat, un-cut coke that im snortin
i sleep in a coffin, blood in my coffee
a thug, im assaulting, nuns in the mornin
i come in a storm in my ultimate form
nuthin can stop me, im god on a song
takin rap to new heights, knuckle up for a true fight
get bloodied up, i am too hyped
darc side gunnin, darc side runnin shit
lukec sendin nukes straight to ya mothership
in the shade i evade all the governments
vampire covenant, mad fire, lovin it
made a name for myself now im rubbin it
all up in ya grill, watch the blood spill under it
the book of death for my life im'a publish it
sell a billion copies, everybody lovin it
new time cometh, analayze ya compass
the beast from the northeast got everybody runnin
lukec summons, demons from the dungeons
darc side villain, commission nigga bustin
evil, ruthless, violent, abusive
using music to anhialate the bullshit
mercy, show none, i am shogunz
gutta, lava, shit hotta than the whole sun
ana-lyze the disguise of my enemies
there's nothing man-made on this earth that could measure me
vowels, personal fouls, here's a penalty
i devour, emcees for hours, i will never leave
i come wit more proof than a hennesy - bottle
ya dynasty topples like a weathered tree
deadly, i could beat ya whole crew mentally
men in black flash bulbs, no one remembers me
but i always wreak havoc, death in every scene
rater r movies turn g standin next to me
never die, multiply exponentially
a million clones strong, world war, there is never peace
a mechanical bull, i crush those who oppose
wit the ill lyrics n the kitted out hooded flow
put some gas in my tank and im good to go
du-rag and a flag when i do a show
play a beat n i'll lay ya cheeck on tha ground
hit you wit an anvil that weighs 300 hundred pounds
leave ya head like that dude in sin city
this aint sumthin new bitch nigga, ive been gritty
stayed underground and i rapped in the sours
mastared my art, came back a producer
cwalka, the nightmare, archimedes
trifecta, im betta than ya CD
no pain, against the grain like ya wheaties
all day, lift weights till im beastly
same o, i'll leave a halo on you a-holes
lukecwalker, the one to leave the game froze
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