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America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,500
Peak in subgenre #216
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
April 10, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:35
Lyrics
cwalka, its the king of this rap shit
all you pawns get pounced on n captured
padawons dont want it wit tha masta
im a son of a bitch, you want it wit the bastard?
i dont think so, it could never happen
cmon dogz, you know im a betta rappa
everyday wit a different style
switch flow tempo's, its tha gifted child, what!
plus i roll wit da chosen few
stepped my game up, look now, im so improved
ya frame buckles from my brain muscles
the inhuman, rubix cube...i got the game puzzled
wut the hell is he? im gettin all dizzy
out wit garbage, im bout to get busy
hip-hops finest...i shine all day
all around the clock like wrist watch diamonds
hip-hops finest...i shine all day
all around the clock like wrist watch diamonds
damn right nigga, i squash foes
you know im bout to blow like a land mine nigga
he's so gangsta, so intelligent
you found somebody betta, please show me the evidence
so i can kill em my plagues famine n pestilence
its a habbit, let the maggots handle the rest of him
ahh man, my power is incredible
my bass peaks at thousands of decibals
wicka wicka, lessen you to dust when i threathen you
im so major...i must be super human
supercala smack a rappa back to when the soup was brewin
the african black man, oh yea
nigerian nightmare like christian okoye
wut you know bout that? im from the motherland
my gat spits, high speed, check my bandwidth
comin from tha 5th floor, its tha brotha man
spit a verse, annihilate ya whole zip code
yea, put my mix up in ya turntables
you bound to see a murder like when cane herbed able
its the legend, the myth, what, i burn fables
independent artist man, yea, i dust labels
its the legend, the myth, what, i burn fables
independent artist man, yea, i dust labels
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