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letra de headphones - just charles

verse 1:
you could catch me walkin’ down the street, not being discreet, cause these beats, gotta brotha, bangin his head, just like the heat, in the ghetto
a thief in the night, as i, write, because i steal, time, with every line, that i, rhyme, but you give it
you press play, and then i spit it
it’s a give and take, relationship, baby
c’mon get with it
anyways, as i was sayin’ before, or furthermore
if it’s knockin’ in my beats, then i’ll attack it for sure
i know you prolly wonderin’ what i’ve been rappin’ for
i ain’t dyin’ to make a hit for me to go on tour
but this should never feel like work to me, or doin some chores
man, f-ck the money, this is fun
ayo, i’d kick it, for sport
if the melody, hittin, the memory listens, and even when i’m, not even writing
i’m constantly fighting, up in my head, about what i’m thinkin’ and how imma say it, and to be honest, i was spitin’ for like 20 some, minutes before, i laid this

hook:
i’m just walkin’ with my headphones on
bumpin’ the heat
bumpin’ that dreamlife, or maybe cardo on the beat
bumpin’ that tay, keith, up outta my dre beats
playin’ that j(dilla) every time i hit the streets
i’m just walkin’ with my headphones on
bumpin’ some tapes, of the greats, like wayne, j cole, n drake
spittin’ extra venomous sh-t, just like a snake, or like professor x
i’m 1 of them heroes without a cape
i’m just!
verse 2:
let’s name greats
we got nas, we got jay, we got drake
had to take care of some business
it was written, it was fate
with the blueprint in my hands
i’m attackin’ all the bases this is baseball
i’ll knock it out the park, word to, a-rod
ya safe dawg, as long as you, slide, into your place, main-tain, your position, and stay, up outta my way
i’m rippin these beats, (now) this sh-t is a dream
i’m spittin a free-style,(style) this sh-t is so clean
some people they reach, out, to be honest, i don’t give d-mn
unless them beats knock, i really mean it, like i’m k!lla cam
cypress with the flow, you know, i gotta i break em off-some
hangin with your favorites just because i’m f-ckin’ awe-some
they think i’m ro-ckin, when i’m flowin’ like i’m, ra-kim, and
soy, stay duckin’ my breath
just like he’s boxin’ so who gone stop me, forever co-cky, up in the top, 3 in every slot, be
me, em,, and bob-by,, and if you dis-agree, we got, salami, or better yet pastrami
it’s beef, my boi, you can hear me, before you see me, like it’s king-kong
stompin’ through the burgh, words blaring out my head-phones
because i’m goin’ go-rilla, some may say it’s bananas, but nothin’s ever, vanilla, and that there, is the standard, doin some damage, but
dammit man, like pittbull
i’ll manage, to keep a re-mix
equipped, whenever demanded
i’m just

- just charles

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