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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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Lyrics
there comes a time when you lose ya mind
everyone becomes blind to ya thoughts so in a rhyme
like a time bomb you release holocaust
the cost is divine loss, humanity tossed
in the river, niggaz shiver when they know the nines 0ff
they search for the source of this enormous
surge of energy, purged of all good and morals
inside the portal stands a mere mortal
6'0 feet tall but looks over all you
listen, there's more truths, more proof
of the gods who put they heart into the soil
and bore who?
me, L to the C, bringin hell to the seas
breath stenched wit disease, feel a threat, then its me
all black, hard hat,cold stare where the scarf at
death in the air, you could smell me im near, yea
im a savage
leak my breath, death, famine, pestilence, damage
destroy whole families
cut throat viscious, unknown vision
leavin victims missin isnt he the one blessed lyrically
mixin war wit the science, hit em all wit defiance
a tyrant, who wit his jaws flips the climate
yea, i seal em all wit a silence disigned wit a siren
asylums, assigned from the pirates from my gun
its the shogun, cwalker flow son
bringin heat wit a cold front
yea, i bring the toast wit the o-ven
maintain composure the mainframe is over
core meltdown, i know im felt now
from east coast to west coast, betta let the rest know
put my exo-skeleton to test, im better than a vest
un-measured by the best, yea
toe taggin em, nope, no braggin, i dont start laughin
the 44 magnum
does the speakin for itself
and it doesnt stop the speakin till ya leakin on ya self, yea
till ya wheelin on a wheel chair, till ya feelin if tha pills near
im still here, nigga
im never leavin till ya head is leakin
im a clever beast who never rests, a headless demon
i cheated death in a game of cards
it was claimin it was hard so i gave it god, yea
it came apart at the seams and as hard as it seems
it was easy, C be, makin things hard to believe
i was scarred at the sleeves wit the brand that decieves
keepin gaurd wit tha T, im as hard as can be
im an artist that breathes - water in the calms of the seas
i make a storm wit the v's when i torture emcees
my words, make it harder to see
im dope wit it, the smoke, i flow wit it
from coast to coast rip it, i come wit raw lyrics
never have you heard a man wit the perfect murder plan
verbal S.A.M.'s bust the bubbles in ya head meng
i corrode ya thoughts and ya physical flesh
lukecwalker style nigga, sicker than death
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