America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Lyrics
i start wit a thought, different mental phases
put em all in in line, get a pen n paper
16 bars...if that aint enough i write 16 more
shit, a 6 minute song
get a beat, let it play then its on
line after line, different parts to a bomb
sound the alarm, track almost done yes
open up program now i must spit
jot a hook down, summerize verses
read it, edit, nullify worthless
now im bout ready, hit record, get the mic steady
gotta read wut my eyes tell me
the beat plays, i start to feel the rhythm
gotta know when to come in so i listen
do a lil intro, no one else could measure up
lukec, dc, etcetera etcetera
now i kick raw shit, damn son its a weak beat
fuck that bitch archimedes
eureaka! my voice resonates through speakers
my text sure to impress the smartest proof readers
hit you wit a new fever, lukecaeser
shotgun ridin shotgun in my 2 seater
i'll show you how its usually done
spit flames, rip ya rib cage brutally son
im as good as they come, i came to the world
put in the belly of a girl with alien sperm
now im sprayin a verse, displayin the gift
but dudes get jealous, i'll get betrayed wit a kiss
im livin proof evil angels exist
now im gettin off subject, behaviors a bitch
clear the cd's out ya shelves time to make room
turn the dials on ya radio, stay tuned
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