America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Lyrics
listen to my voice, lukec the rappa
you dont see a padawon, you see a masta
masta jedi, please dont forget i
chill wit a semi, built like a semi
i know yall hatin on me in the backround
whispers at the table, quiet when i sat down
i see fake friends everywhere around me
luke you tha illest, never let it me cloud me
never get gassed, cuz i know if i ever was to crash
they wouldnt help me wit my whiplash
throw beef on my plate, im'a dish back
no diss tracks, kill you wit my witchcraft
betta watch ya step, you dealin wit a sick man
knuckle up bitch, you know i got quick hands
i dont take shit, ask all my victamss
i dont trust ya, ya betta keep ya distance
ever since day 1, people hated on me
you got no flow, always wished failure on me
but i kept spittin, jaws totin death pistons
motorized rap, ya still on ya legs bitches
started at the bottom, bust a couple slaloms
now lukec, dark knight, king of gotham
im at the top n you hopin that i fall
9 millimeter bitch, open up ya jaw
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