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Cwalka Style
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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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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
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Peak #509
Peak in subgenre #90
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LukeCwalker
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April 19, 2005
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MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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its that time to take it back to the hardcore and fill yall niggaz wit more holes than a golf course this is star wars, without the light sabres we doin night capers goin out wit sawed offs this is lukecwalker, macedon king i write my deadly thoughts on paper till my arm stings i rip apart things, turn the earth into a morgue they call me star scream, spit a verse into ya boss i make an offering to the gods that made me ill put me on this planet to spit rhymes till i make it tilt i pay homage to the OG's that got it started now its my time, im takin all ya spots regardless knock you half retarded wit that rugged raw shit my shit is potent, i'll give ya mother four kids this is a new era, nothing but the strong survive close ya eyes, i open up the skies wit tha dopest rhymes out from the dungeons and dark staircases back street alleyways ghosts wit no faces out for some vengeance, cut throat lyrical darc side pendent, cut stone visuals its tha cwalka, known to make the sky burn style is unmatched, hatched like a wild bird when im in my stance you see a glance of past and present put you in an urn, you learned from the master lesson its that feeling people get when jumpin off cliffs that feeling that you get when you grip a four-fifth that feelin that you get when you take a hostage that feelin that you get when you dive in mosh pits the hot blood runnin through all ya arteries im out to disprove only jews can part the seas im movin all mountains, bring em down to sea level volcano's pop they tops like hot tea kettles when the beefs settled, you'll see me in the trenches wit the kings head, neck bone disconnected i cross the threshold, in my dome, the illest weapon the human mind, mine designed wit ill intentions i got the sickest methods flip my tongue n twist my message burn ya flesh with a single thrust to ya solar plexus look out for the evil face wit the quarter smile martial arts master,lukeCwalker style
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