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letra de brazillian masses - charles hamilton

[hook]

on a rainy sunday
i lost my mind
on a rainy sunday
i lost track of time
on a rainy sunday
i sat and died
on a rainy sunday
valentine

[verse one]

my sanity’s on the line, can’t he just can it
when it comes to numbering my lines?
he had one good line on one album but that sh-t was cool
but now he just sounds like a fool, my n-gga
i forgot a whole bunch of sh-t, but what i forgot
could help you not get jumped and sh-t
maybe i’m only talking to one victim
who just needs to listen to me so they can learn how to run again
i don’t wanna learn how to be a son again
i wanna be known, i don’t have to say, “come again”
that’s the kind of life i wanna live
only problem is, i gotta run sh-t
my stomach is ripped, not cause i do sit-ups
but cause i’m tired of doing pull-ups from n-ggas saying get up
n-ggas never said it, but i could bet, if i put it on
my debit, they put that sh-t to bed, and say it

[hook]

[verse two]

african child p-rnography: the wildest thoughts
you gotta see from a black kid. what happened
in the industry was racism; they can’t take
a n-gga spitting with straight precision
maybe not jimmy, maybe not barry; barry
was g-y, but three h wanted to get married away
with david duke. say the truth:
you ain’t like me, and it’s a racial view
then again, aren’t you jack? don’t you black?
don’t you have a gat? don’t i owe you, in fact?
i don’t owe you (heh) jack; the laugh
i just added should let you know where i’m at
you p-ssed off b-tches, n-ggas don’t feel you;
n-ggas wanna k!ll me because you’re my mildew
so what do i do, bill you? or still be
cool with you, or be a real dude?

[hook]

[verse three]

as i musically and beautifully boss ’em, possom
pardon me, that’s what i’m play right now, lost ’em
but ryan’s -ss’ out getting auctioned, so
don’t say charles just lost one. yo, i’m
tired of critics, ya’ll n-ggas is irritating
i got the ear of satan; meaning my sh-t is hot
and i get it in with hip-hop, so watch me
only if you not thinking ’bout penetrating
but since most of ya’ll n-ggas is doing that
i guess i gotta come back and ruin rap
see, i run black music—like drums
but i don’t like them; i’m the nice one
problem is i got black beauties, like a horse trainer
one wh0r- is a brainer,the other one could throw it back;
don’t mean to call you a wh0r-, but if i couldn’t call you that
i couldn’t call you no more—that’s the game

[hook]

- charles hamilton

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