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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 #3,858
Peak in subgenre #582
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LukeCwalker
Uploaded
July 24, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:16
Lyrics
its a rage, a feelin deep in ya soul
you pick up a pen, get a beat and you flow
all the anger inside, it starts to collide
ya heart is a ride shootin sparks in the sky
ya bones stiffen, shiver in ya cold system
i bring danger, real man, no bitchin
its all business, no time for hoe women
just keep talkin, n find ya throat grinnin
ya dome twitchin, gutz on the floor fizzin
subliminal warfare, i got the codes written
stay low...cuz you know sho's winning
i'll aim low, blood leaks through yo linen
kill the only thing you ever wanted
lukec the nightmare, leave ya womb haunted
make you...regret everything you ever did
make you...wish to god that you never lived
im havin violent dreams, it starts in the bed
then i look over, wanna stab ya heart till ya dead
till ya dead bitch, i wanna see you red
till ya headless, till you lose the feelings in ya legs
oh god, please help me before i do it!
my bloods boiling, burnin like acidic fluid
im goin crazy, maybe another institution
back wit ed on the 3rd floor. sick reunion
fuck that...you wanna play games?
i perform on a level you couldnt possibly maintain
what...take a virus to ya mainframe
what...i'll rake ya iris through ya lame brain
what...shit is over bitch
the ship aint sink, im'a throw you over bitch
in 2 years, you'll be all alone
no kid, no man, no life, no home
you may ask, why waste a song on a chick
cuz if i dont, im'a drop a bomb on a chick
you dont want my shoes cuz
you dont want a chick thats so damn useless
you would wanna vacate, bust through the main gate
everybody make way, im tellin yall it aint safe
love wit a straight face, hate wit a great flame
propane...no games,dont say sho's name
who you think you is son? think you gully?
you couldnt beef wit me son...shit is funny
you think you got big balls n a sack
well, im about to give you cancer, how you like that
22 wit the mind of a snowball
any dude wit a mind wouldnt hold her
im tellin you she's a mime so disown her
or be ready to throw ya life in a hole son
brains fallin on the floor...
pick em up nigga put em back in ya head
its a wrap and ya dead
remember that? well nuthins changed
no mercy, lukec, same fuckin name
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