America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Lyrics
all you gotta do is learn how to follow the rhythm
first person stop movin, then the hollows'll hit em
this is lukec nigga, i never followed tradition
im ahead of my time, so tomorrows my vision
what you rappaz bout to do, shiit, i already did it
i flow hard, all ya tracks got strawberries in em
i got fans, fuck that, they aint payin my bills
so i stay wit the steel, n i keep my shit real
many kats talk shit till they see me in person
6'0 feet tall, weigh about a 2 tons even
hit ya chest, grip ya neck till you done breathin
now ya biting the curb n see it wasnt worth it
see im bringin it back to when you feelin the raps
on the radio, on the street, heads givin you daps
i never come wit a gimmick, only come wit tha lyrics
have you callin ya mama, have you runnin from spirits
have you wettin ya pants, if you listen, you dance
for the price of 10 beans get my shit in advance
dear boss - the bootleg comin soon nigga
betta cop one, matta fact, cop 2 nigga
lets play some baseball, hit you wit a spike bat
how bout some hockey, cross check you, how you like that
how bout some pool, make you swallow bout 8 sticks
beat ya ass wit a 9 iron on my space ship
ping pong ya balls wit a metal tennis racket
cwalka's the name, im ya pain benefactor
cut ya head off, shoot it from behind the arc
swish everytime, yea, thats how we start
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