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America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #2,723
Peak in subgenre #408
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
July 06, 2005
Track Files
MP3
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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