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letra de if it isn't it - charles hamilton

you some times make me feel like i ain’t good enough;
like i ain’t good enough for you!
you got to wonder why i cannot be seen…

get a blunt, then see why a month is needed. conceited am i when i’m fronting in the booth because (in the booth) i can see why n-gg-s is fronting. because they wanting what they wanting and i’m getting what they wanting. n-gg-s playing when i’m rapping. and i ain’t playing when i’m rapping! as a matter of fact, it’s almost like “dude! what am i saying when i’m rapping?” kind of insane! saddam hussein when i’m rapping! bombing those whose saying i ain’t rapping. the same action. no foot. no clim(axing)-. just doing the exact same things as these guys who are trying to see how i can make my name ring. once again, again and again. jump in and finish the sh-t, if you can…

you some times make me feel like i ain’t good enough;
like i ain’t good enough for you!
you got to wonder why i cannot be seen…

get on down with the psychic witch! bad b-tches, ride this d-ck! try to get the pic to script some sh-t that i didn’t spit. the time that i spit it. i kinda ripped it, minding my business. looking at my n-gg-s online. no, this ain’t a written. i’m just living in time, trying to get to unwinding. i am finding out that people are blinded by the fact my lights are blinding. but what do you expecting? me not to shine? want me to go dull? because that would be bull! and i am kinda full with every last pull of the j(ay). so love away. touch your face. you’re barely there. and if not, turn around, touch your waist and shake your derriere

you some times make me feel like i ain’t good enough;
like i ain’t good enough for you!
you got to wonder why i cannot be seen…

i am a mogul, hopefully. moguls see me as mowgli. or muttley. what a laugh! dastardly! can i get some -ss? my deeds are the reason why my speech are bleeding! i live what i speak. i speak on what i live. except, the medication got me leaking in the crib. to n-body. except telling all my secrets to my kids. and all my fans are there. family affair. i’m standin’ there. i’m in the house like jazzy and will, talking about how i actually feel. no matter the wheels. i just grab them and go. ask for the real

you some times make me feel like i ain’t good enough;
like i ain’t good enough for you!
you got to wonder why i cannot be seen…

- charles hamilton

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