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charles hamilton – let her know! lyrics

lights out! might, now! we gotta fight. dynamite, my style. hostile, because i don’t write. why these dyk-s always act like they got my child? why now, why me? why every time i try to rap these f-ggots -ss cats try to treat me grimy? 5 times 5 when i speak. add it together, you get me. magick together with history. sadness forever within me. i’m glad that the pleasure is empty. how, all? why, all? why everybody on my b-lls? is it the nudity? because you can’t f-ck with me, musically

maybe i’m not a failure
maybe i’m not a sailor
baby, i’m not a teller
i want to be all you need, all you need, all you need

mr. marcus with the mouth of a b-tch that missed her market. this sh-t’s r-t-rded. so, ms. steffans, can we keep rapping and i keep repping? your name is honey. funny, because my name is money. in god we trust, so i offer up a lot of stuff that ain’t boss of the stuff. one, like a pill when you want to get right. midnight. like the sk!ll or i’m done. then again, i’m done, so where your windex wipes? why do i have to write? i got questions, but radio shack has answers. but it’s sega, back to my answer. i black like cancer

maybe i’m not a failure
maybe i’m not a sailor
baby, i’m not a teller
i want to be all you need, all you need, all you need

vengeance for the slaves, my adrenaline is in a cage. wish to be locked up but i don’t want to go there. i wish to get a chick knocked up with no hair. because she rocks a weave. she’s gotten to me, we’ve gotten free. sh-t, b-tches. i wish to go to jail. so one of y’all might die, word to the right eye. oh my god, too much sense. i grew up with it. rapping is not a hobby. it’s more like me in a lobby. volleying for troops. not donald and them, but i see what it do. the paul wall, gothically. y’all won’t stop with me. why?

- charles hamilton lyrics

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