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charles hamilton - yesterday's news lyrics

i don’t even feel like rapping anymore. who am i rapping to? what am i rapping for? i ask for more war because i’m the war target of love, but it’s hard to remain charles in this stuff. so many people saying “charles, just give up!” or “charles, just get up and fight!”, but i do it with the mic. and i feel fine. and feel right. but it doesn’t feel right. i don’t feel bright. all my information is leaking is slipping. i been going to google to take a peek at what’s missing. and now it’s harder to be in the position of me, because i’m spitting to me, as if i don’t get it. and i just want the world to understand me. at the same time, i just want a grammy. i’m not chance, b. even though my music is free, it’s more than just music to me

so, when i find out what i’m missing
i will gladly climb out of this position
and walk to yesterday
yesterday
yesterday
i will gladly walk to yesterday
yesterday
yesterday
this is yesterday’s news…

on behalf of every rapper, f-ck drake. you got your bars, but you’re just a cupcake. and i’ma leave it there. you know why we beefing, dear. i’d sweep the tears off your face with a .38, but i ain’t got the gat. so the problem is that. soon as i cop one, i’ma pop it at your hat. n-gg-s is becoming my friends so that they could be running sh-t with him. i understand it, but then again, i’ll be god d-mn! don’t be a bandit because a n-gg-’s so candid! these n-gg-s acting like they manwich. gotta eat ‘em, but they’re sloppy. i gotta beat ‘em. problem is, i ain’t gotta see ‘em. these n-gg-s don’t even belong in my coliseum. this is my house. i’m representing me. deadly as it gets. don’t ever forget me

my thought process has been diminished! i thought charles was constantly in it! but constantly, i’m getting finished by these guys wishing to be my diminishing line. the finish line is near me! clearly! i feel like slitting my wrist like clery. i already did it, and i’m still living, so, “dear me. you ain’t gotta do it again!” so all, fear me! when i take the rites of p-ssage to become the right man that’ll slice your -ss into half with a pitch fork, it is a sport. and i’ll be god d-mn if i ain’t finish first! with a verse, i can spit the worse sh-t. but it is persevered when i get perverse with it. that means i’m keeping it mean. keeping it clean. it’s not even tide. i’m just being me

so, when i find out what i’m missing
i will gladly climb out of this position
and walk to yesterday
yesterday
yesterday
i will gladly walk to yesterday
yesterday
yesterday

this is yesterday’s news…

- charles hamilton lyrics

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