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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
Charts
Peak #4,776
Peak in subgenre #778
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
November 06, 2005
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
its the rap jigsaw, i tear ya life apart when i spit raw
L, why you so ill, why you gotta kill for?
why you gotta be so diverse in this rap shit
n hurt them wit tactics you learned from a mac 10?
why you make beats that make ya head bop
could break a deadlock? come take ya best shot
try to take me out niggaz, im goliath
you throw a stone at my dome piece n i'll bite it
crush it, you only get one shot, like a musket
bust, a mic turns to dust when i touch it
i spray fumes that break through any spatial
barrier, my gravity is superior to 8 moons
a nigga like me only comes around every thousand years
look up in the sky for when the cloud appears
come take ya place at the right hand of luke
as i spew venemous tunes n smash the booth
i subdue my enemies who attack my crew
bust a few, let em loose like a pack of wolves
iron luke, i am too far advanced for you
i am proof that those without enhancements lose
i stand alone in my throne while you bastards puke
the people wanted more, they gon regret it though
cuz the second time i always spit a betta flow
this aint the faggot shit you hearin on ya radio
its that murda murda nigga nigga time to let it blow
im bout to explode like a fat bitch that ate too much
when i rhyme my enzymes mix wit angel dust
bang bang, i dont give a FUCK
this rap shit i love it, have you bitches piss in buckets
i got hard plated armor, hell is where i spawned from
chains comin out my chest, flames comin out my breath
im the illest nigga that you ever heard
cut throat, gun smoke comin out of every verse
i made a pledge when i was younger
always fill my hunger, eat a dozen emcees, slay em by the hundreds
its survival of the fittest, i'd kill my young if they weak
my heart is cold like the steel of my gun
listen to me mothafucka, its the nightmare
time to pay the pipe, yea, time to say goodnight
i travel by the lightyear, catch me in the future
spittin raps to a producer, fire in my eyes
until the day i die, i swear to god im'a murder shit
lukecwalka, mankinds last verbalist
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