America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,620
Peak in subgenre #714
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
February 01, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:01
Lyrics
its lukec the nightmare, the best of the east
the best of the earth, underworld and the seas
hurricane luke, i murder ya roots
i burn in the booth, break ya vertabrae too
i come wit a bang, thunderous voice box
everything i spit gonna get all ya boys oxed
never stand in my presence if you aint hot
yea, got krs one on tha same block
i open up backs when i let them thangs pop
nuthin makes me happier than a dead cop
i wet bitches, on the streets of hells kitchen
in the darkest corners you could find L rippin
hoody on like a robe, its the rap monk
you think about me everytime you hear a gat pop
its the nightmare, be prepared for overdose
marijuana flows leave you niggaz comotose
microphone got fangs, im'a suck ya blood
im a gudda thug....wut tha fuck is up
im first place in the game, you tha runner up
they call me cwalka, they call you buttercup
they call you sweet lips, they call you eats shit
they call me everytime somebody shoots a precinct
im notorious, prefer to be anonymous
but wont hesitate to put a knife in ya esophagus
you never heard a rapper like me
you never seen a man rip a thousand tracks all at light speed
DC, im a soldier of a deadly roster
i carry more blades than a dozen helicopters
you got me wrong if you think i mean lyrically
my team got more gunz than the military
im a villain bringin death to hero's
all my clips is full like them taco bell burrito's
4,5,6 cilo, head crack
i sniff 4,5,6 kilo's n then rap
drug induced flow, i test positive for months
ill wit tha style thats impossible to touch
im comin through, move the fuck back
yea, hit you so hard ya heart ends up in ya nutsack
i am brutal, an expert in head removal
inhale life, and exhale death into you
luke banner, gamma rays changed my blood
hardcore shit, enough to make satan punk
necronomicon, who is this phenominon?
my album is the book of death, spit a verse through ya chest
rippin every mothafuckin track im droppin on
spit into a glass jar, make a molatov
im a kodiak bear waitin in hibernation
i dare you, step into my cave, try my patience
im the epitomy of bad dreams, you never wakin up
squeeze ya fuckin head till ya skull evaporates to dust
let me demonstrate how my claws eviscerate ya guts
penetrate ya leather face, levitate and crush
i eliminate you featherweights, i am god zilla
fuck wut you been told, you are not illa
you could weigh ten tons, but you aint bigga
i slay niggaz, lukec the grave digga
one shotty blast'll put you in a body bag
two stab wounds'll leave you in a black tomb
three hard hits'll turn ya chest to sausage
four minutes'll leave the fuckin world tremblin
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