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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 #10,393
Peak in subgenre #1,714
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LukeCwalker
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October 05, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:43
Lyrics
9/22/84...the saga began
lukec emerged outta the sand
wit the force of the sun comin outta his hand
starin at the full moon screamin loud as he can
i was hatched in the desert, built my endurance
when i ran wit the leopards
dont you understand? im a man wit a message
open up my hand and examine the methods...lukeCwalker
born in the motherland...nigeria
never had a slave name, im superior
at the age of 3, came to the states
rhode island, damn you let the beast out of the gates
went to new mexico on some other shit
alburqurque, gallup, built how this brother spit
1993 came to ny
single shot Sho turned to semi...
hold ya L's up! lukecwalker nigga
new to the game but remember the name
yea! faggot rappaz, wut you talkin about?
fuck the beef shit, im'a put a fork in ya mouth
its the nightmare(nightmare!) here in the flesh
handin out bids nigga but the sentence is death
i aint here to change the world...
im here to change the way you look at rap nigga
its a wrap nigga
new york city...the best city on earth
the big apple, hellz kitchen fizzin wit dirt
ps, 118, the middle of queens
the 4th grade, the place i start buildin my dreams
met my best friends, drob and drew
a year later met virus then the rest of the crew
started, hangin out on the block playin games
little did i know i'd have the block sayin my name
went to ms74, in bayside
heard 2nd round knockout, damn, it changed time
heard the illest emcee ever
i told myself i could do it, i was mad clever
10th grade thomas ed, i used to read the rhymes i wrote
to my classmates, they would bob their heads
so i, kept writin, never paid attention
felt i had a gift n using it was my intention
i spit rhymes everyday, throat aching for weeks
so i took a break...and started makin some beats
now the name archimedes, eureka, new fever
deadly combination like holdin 2 heaters
i aint the best but i do wut i do
i aint doc dre or stoupe, but its cool wit my crew
so...i got better n my voice got deeper
bass thumpin, like thousand watt speakers
my peoples told me they was feelin my shit
i dunno about you, but thats as ill as it gets
its my fuel, the fire burns like hemi engines
my air intake is so great every sentence
from apprentice to a master was a battle
i went from dirt to being a judge wit the gavel
you want it wit L, you want it wit hell
i'll rip ya fuckin chest open n put ya heart on the shelf
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