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charles humor - chariots lyrics

[verse 1]

when did my working chair become a working chariot
to carry me to my dreams with a rope and lariat
to capture every fantasy that ever fancied me
its no mystery my destiny’s easily seen like these emcees green screens its hard to believe
i know its hard to perceive, that every bar conceived was a beautiful seed to help me grow these money trees
every line i wrote
helped me line the earth
every rhyme i spoke helped grind my worth
when i’m blessed with success im gonna quench my thirst
more money in my pocket gonna cure this curse
they say no pain no gain so i love it when it hurts
critics congregate at concerts im calling it church
though who take a bite of my body be bound by these words
legends never die you can keep your he-rs-

[verse 2]

like punches in the dark yall missing your shots
keep your fist in your cuffs and an eye on your watch
is it 15 minutes if my clock don’t stop
4 billion years and ill still be hot
like hands of the stove
style so divine can’t define the flow
im converting demons and heathens who split peeps to pieces
by preaching with pen and paper im easily speaking
for the church of h.o.v
a lyrical cynical synagogue is pinnacle for picking of people
spitting hysterical syllables
like the inquisition
im getting quisitive to your position on the rap religion
i sound like a 5 percenter
all im saying is line up your top 5 ill turn em into 5 placentas

[verse 3]

put me outside the box with those who got rhymes to rival that of the rap gods
im big like biggie
nasty like nas
jiggy like jigga
these dreams are not far
like a boy preaching his hands can hold stars
so close but no cigar
more like cigarettes
aspiration linger inside of my breast, i take in my breath, the poison terrorizing my chest i guess
im the asthmatic, illmatic, flows acrobatic make yo soul go static
white noise like frat parties and white boys
coming from a dual breed its bittersweet poetry
like chinese with soy
so don’t give me the sauce
bipolar with pens i flip on a coin toss
innocent boy to big boss, i trade in my loin cloths for versace draws
don’t get me wrong
my hatred for hanes created disdain for men getting their gains
jealousy gave birth to ambition and change
that feels no age
until im spitting on stage
a key to my cage

- charles humor lyrics

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