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charles hamilton - harlem lyrics

[hook]
h-a-r-l-e-m
h-a-r-l-e-m (it’s charles hamilton)
h-a-r-l-e-m
h-a-r-l-e-m (i ain’t even in a good mood, man)

i done told you boy, i’m not soulja boy
i insist on lyrical fire
i don’t know ya boy, but i’ll roast ya boy
you think you me, you a liar
you can suck my d-ck, i run this sh-t
and i don’t need all this bread
but because i spit, and my drum kit sick
i leave ya’ll mc’s dead

[verse 1]
n-ggas actin’ like they know me, homie
you can’t be me if i cloned me, blow me
you playin’ with poison being blatantly annoying
i’ll make it so that satan sees your face this morning (good morning)
i won’t shoot you, i’ll sacrifice you
trapped inside, wrapped in wires in a mic booth
savage time, half the time you recycle
throw away thoughts of mine, ask the bible
i gotta raise my voice at these fragile -ss pups
f-ggot -ss rappers wanna grapple, bad luck
after-rap satisfaction, benny ben-ssi
even 50 would ask me why i’m blackin, that’s tough
i’m sick of these b-st-rds wanna grab my nat suck
that was backwards for these rappers that suck
pink is the color, red in my eyes
you dead when i’m high
i bled from the sky
fell out of heaven, yeah b-tch take that, hate that
you the reason why white people hate rap
don’t f-ck with a minor
i shoulda made your aunt l!ck the s-m-n out your mother’s v-g-n-
when i stuck it behind her, i’m cursed with you
me and ugly had s-x and gave birth to you
i’m taking a break to write, i got work to do
yo hcho what should i roll up, purp or blue?
my elders said i should respect ’em, i did that
i slid back, f-cked around, and still left ’em
f ’em, this is what charles is about
n-ggas sounding all young with my b-lls in they mouth
pause since you out the closet like lance b-ss
so stand back and make another whack dance track
you can’t rap, plain and simple
get your own swag, n-gga change your issue
i’ll beat your -ss, call it a lame-strumental
you hard? haha, you can’t aim a pencil
at a page to get through
your name and pistol in the same sentence, is a shame to pistols
came in the game with bite marks on my flow
“i bet i could sound like charles”, n-gga no
i think i should get more vicodin
‘cuz these p-ssy -ss n-ggas got me tight again
but if one of ya’ll ever mention my wife again
f-ck the deal, your life will end, again
i told you i was mr. apolcalypse
game over
where the hook at?

[hook x2]

- charles hamilton lyrics

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