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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 #6,788
Peak in subgenre #1,084
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
December 07, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i be the all mighty, metaphors blast ya jaw wit a hard right, step up in the ring, im fightin all night long pipe smokin, no it aint weed nigga its the dust of emcees, im'a make you bleed im'a succeed, i never fail i spit like a hurricane, if you try hurtin me, get murdered man get ready for a ride, buckle up im all steel from the knuckles up, nigga wut tha fuck is up i be smashin em, my bones, adamantium wolverine style, like a true marine, hazardous i battle kats on a battle field wit my battle axe swing swords, everything raw, keep my saddle black horsemen, pale face, blue blood, cold temp re-move ya head, yes, now wach ya soul vent torment, torture, demented, unstable the opposite of angels, throw a hex on ya gravestone im the reignin champ, you niggaz try to compete you come deep only wit an anchor tied to ya feet you aint rhymin wit heat, uz a fuckin disgrace you wear a vest knowin you bout to get bucked in ya face you gettin punched in ya face, im bout to make lunch outa ya face till im able to pour punch outa ya face im ahead of time, yea, im out of my place your a waste like, sumthin comin outa my waist your a fake like, thugs sayin hi to tha jakes your a snake, your a villain tryin to hide wit a cape im tha great, i was born to lead taught never to follow, always hold my own n never to borrow i alone stand tall, spittin on the highest mountain many wins, you would die if you tried to count them i'll be still around when, rap no longer exists im in wit tha breeze, you gon wit tha mist... the people askin, how will he flow next? how he keep spittin ill without takin no breaths (breath) inhale my death anthrax to ya lungs, let me taste ya flesh...it tastes so good! i cause earthquakes when i rip songs everything i spit raw, betta call me king kong i get in tha booth n i beat my chest metaphors swing from vines n leaves a mess pull tha bones outta ya frame n eat tha rest why is luke such tyrant? cuz he's the best...no quest! loved by few, feared by most even though i payed my dues, for years i wrote but i gets no credit, im so origi-nal its been the same ever since i was a little child look at how im spittin now, an emcee killa microphone wrecka, nigga, lukezilla out from the darknesss, the nightmare approaches nuthin but death comes to those who oppose him close to perfection, a ghost, no reflection cwalka, i think its time for a lesson out from the darknesss, the nightmare approaches nuthin but death comes to those who oppose him close to perfection, a ghost, no reflection cwalka, top notch, no question
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