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charles hamilton - manual labor lyrics

at the back of the bus like rosa. don’t wanna grow up, but i got a diploma. and i refuse to let the guy who drives this thing tell me that i can move. or that i have to. that’s my att-tude. i black out on tracks, and history can view it. n-gg-, we could be the movement. just depends on if the beat with me is groovin’. frequently, i move in the crib, letting n-gg-s know who benefits from it. i feel so bad, because i’m feeling like a leech. d-mn. blame it on the beat. can’t really blame it on the speech, but you can blame it on the fact i’m a creep. and deep. n-gg-s can’t hand me e. because ecstasy leads to famine for me

if you like it, do it! god d-mnit!
if you like it, do it! god d-mnit!
this is my sh-t, i do it! god d-mnit!
on this doc sh-t… do it! god d-mnit!

does this sh-t sound familiar? for real, bruh. it’s real love. i feel up a chick, and will love the chick if she stays by my side to love the sh-t that i can provide. but that’s probably not gonna happen, since i’m stuck with rappin’. and that (i imagine) is gonna be my bride. word to the black eye i had gotten back in the day. poppin’ sh-t. or maybe i did the opposite. see, i popped a kid in his lips, and then his cousin came through and straight rocked my sh-t. i learned then you should leave the youth alone. but, since then, i couldn’t leave the booth alone. so what i do is zone. in my home. doom’s the zone, and i end the zone. god d-mn!

if you like it, do it! god d-mnit!
if you like it, do it! god d-mnit!
this is my sh-t, i do it! god d-mnit!
on this doc sh-t… do it! god d-mnit!

either flea or brian c-ckerham can make the jam rock even more with the b-ss. so i imagine both of them. make the beat wanna *i* them. then rappers wanna try again. violent is the way i come with these words and make your b-tch wanna j-zz in my face. pardon me for callin’ you a b-tch, but the heart of me is all up in your ditch, and you started with me. life’s a b-tch. i’m pointing at the sunrise while i get lifted. my blinds is the sh-t! kinda reminding me of my eyes, because i need a little lift to see the beginning of this sh-t. creation, outside. may i doubt time? i may not. therefore, i gotta grind. always on it, till the day i calm it… down

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