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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
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Peak #1,637
Peak in subgenre #243
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
June 28, 2006
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:55
Lyrics
caped crusader, lukec vader
the same name bangin 2 years lata
style done changed up, voice got the bass up
switched flows but everything remained tough
same niggaz still frontin wit the same bluff
i disappear and i bet you thought i gave up
but i stayed strong, kept the weights going
open up my shirt and you'll see an ape showin
im a beast nigga, im the best, what!
you disagree? suck the juice out my left nut
i dont give a fuck, i dont give a shit
i aint ya average rappa dogz, im a lyricist
so i spit the gift, to all you padawons
sick of all the party tracks where you babble on
im tearing off legs, leave you wit a mangled arm
make ya life starve to death like its ramadon
T-minus 2 minutes, make ya last wish
take ya last breath, hold on to ya smashed ribs
taste the madness, spewing from my mind
who was dumb enough to teach this human how to rhyme?
now its too late, leave you wit a blue face
this is true hate, nigga this is luke cage
i am no hero, i am no villain
i stand alone, ronin samurai, no feelings
born in an alley, raised on the streets
matured wit the rhymes then i came wit tha beats
now its all complete, time to stomp ya feet
i make cracks in the earth wit my sorcery
im a true wizard, non-chalant wit cool rhythm
i spit in cyphers, no shirt, in a cruel blizzard
you wanna test me? you wanna see me?
you wanna beat me? nigga this is DC
d-day plus 3, bayonet rusty
trust me, one puncture still makes ya gut bleed
is that luke in the trees? well it must be
sniper rifle aimin even wit a lush breeze
you gold fish could never be above C's level
fresh water faggots hide until the beefs settled
but i walk through the fire in my bare skin
i could spit for days even if the air's thin
as i watch over gotham from my airial view
i drop bombs and i bury a few
i took a trip to hell and left the area cool
plus i stabbed a couple demons and i severed a few
satan begged for his life, but i said fuck that
niggaz wanna shoot me, im'a bust back
so i keep the 9 piece at my nutsack
its that murder murder music that makes ya gunz clap
this is lukecwalker, throw ya hands up
this aint a club banga, its a thug anthem
i do this shit for my niggaz in the street
for my niggaz on the grind, for my niggaz wit tha heat
throw ya gunz up, bust yo shit
worldwide gangstaz, bloods or crips
throw ya signs up, hold ya 9 up
pop, pop, pop, mothafucka all ya time's up
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