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letra de san carlos - "rhymemaster" charlie g

-clears throat-
-opens can-
-clears throat-

a lyrical terrorist
with a miracle pair of lips
i mirrored myself with no care for gifts
uplifting news like a hanging appeared in 40 hour shifts
abort me after boring blips
slip about time travel snorting lines of heroin
windows narrowing, kick down the door
when those hoes squirt like a fountain on the floor
i had enough get my gun out the drawer
and blow me off better than anybody ever could
bet you if i would then i should

ah f-ck f-ck rewind that, rewind that
-clears throat-

my present of adolescence is infamous
young, and i’m a prince, so potential is infinite
since existence is not – missioned tomorrow
too short to be living in sorrow
distance your crisis, off the fence
in need holy water, gotta be quenched
pray to the lord that i’ll never be lynched
by society, eyeing me, varieties range
makes my utopia strange
went from missin’ to listenin’
and listenin’ to glistenin’
lastly don’t exactly know what i’m asking
maybe not fame
but to be on a list when my alias goes a-list
driving to the radio playlist, wish upon the stars
twinkle twinkle down hollywood boulevard
probably wouldn’t travel very far
blasphemy’s and my face is still going hard
life keeps happening as it goes rolling pars
suicide doors are an image of me
i just wanna recognize myself, no enemies please
definite my wealth
so my wallets fatter than rick ross
what’s it cost for a soul
to get to they goal?
everybody wanna be the goat
tied up in tried like converse
not worse than, eating soap and licking ice cream
seems dirty, but not like this verse
scream reverse in a he-rs-
while dispersing s-m-n, worthy of an opponent
let me cut the facts, see man
i’ve always been the problem
reason why my parents split
how does that fit?
worlds f-cked and i can’t sit
downtown still smell like loud
but f-ck at least i move a crowd
like ecstasy
i got no b-tches next to me
picking bc dates before i’m history
listening deep like big d-cks in fat chicks
with mad ad libs
smoking barbecue ribs with doritos
and amigos going insane with guns a blazing
h-ll raising little b-st-rds like me
should’ve never been born
native american and caucasian yes, i am children of corn
that i’m amazed at
i haven’t payed taxes and been sent to prison yet
next 5 years lay on your bets
checking chins, check my wins
check out them twins
there i go again
chasing women too young for me
i’m third world hungry
big chad with sickness underneath
under me? sh-t your pants
it’s under wear, don’t care
about how much you fiend
i’m a bathe in straight gasoline
light my nicotine stick and drop the match
burn me to a crisp so i can’t come back
how about them red nut-sacks? (hahaha)
this is for the people that called me loco
un poco, in a choke hold
so cold it’s freezing
more reasons i should’ve taken 12 xannys
and said f-ck the grammy’s
while stripping jammys and socks
big bold bulging c-cks ready to make your bedrock
i heard about the stocks and the shocks
the jocks caught a case
playing tay k cause it’s about the race
reminder i’m in last place in sp-ce
cause they spat in my face
bound to f-cking change that
i’m too lyrically complex for school
graduated with a one one two
i’m someone new,so f-ck the rules
this is one sided duels
you can observe my pools
don’t reserve the fools
end up a tool
like that yee haw girl i dated
getting faded and traded around
another definition of pound for pound
just be at recognition of what comes around
all in the same town
you call me a clown, a fire breathing dragon
or even simply a f-ggot
i come in numbers like maggots
no bragging, but these rapper seem to be dragging
fake du-ragging and sagging with they cheeks out
how do these artists peak now?
h-llo, operator can i speak now?
sorry that i’m not rhyming oblique
take a seat
make it seem like i got enough money
for god’s plan, but god’s plan
must’ve been to k!ll me
can’t run from the inevitable
journey i made 3, whoops
i wasn’t supposed to say that
now you know how mirage goes
and my rhymes flows like wax on hairy backs
middle finger in the air, f-ck the world so just focus on stacks
i can’t get on meds
so i went to the rez
to make ends
came back wanting a benz with the party hoes
and all those joe blows that called me crazy
y’all streams are the ones that pay me
don’t need anybody to check on me
if i die then i’m dead
with that said who the f-ck tryna make some bread?
well i’m a teenage misfit
slit my wrists and call me mister raps
wearing la caps, wearing straps
putting my city on the map
get with me before y’all clap
i snap not photonics
that last line might be ironic
faster than sonic, supreme like tonics
expensive gear, stay clear like claritin
eat plenty of carrots so i’m high on carotene
and fresh like listerine, stay scene
or day dream
i’m an outcast and they seem to hate
urinate and out play
that won’t change so i’ma exchange
and restate
i’m a sort of monster
fight like boxers, and observe
officers on the interstate

oh, oh, oh
that’s gonna be hard to do in one take
motherf-cker
let me hear that back
god d-mn

- rhymemaster charlie g

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