Charles Hamilton - Brazillian Masses lyrics

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

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 shit was cool
But now he just sounds like a fool, my nigga
I forgot a whole bunch of shit
But what I forgot
Could help you not get jumped and shit
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 shit
My stomach is ripped, not cause I do sit-ups
But cause I'm tired of doing pull-ups
From niggas saying get up
Niggas never said it, but I could bet
If I put it on
My debit, they put that shit to bed
And say it

African Child Pornography: the
Wildest thoughts
You gotta see from a black kid what happened
In the industry was racism they can't take
A nigga spitting with straight precision
Maybe not Jimmy, maybe not Barry Barry
Was gay
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 pissed off bitches, niggas don't feel you
Niggas wanna kill me because you're my mildew
So what do I do, bill you? Or still be
Cool with you, or be a real dude?

As I musically and beautifully boss 'em
Possom
Pardon me, that's what I'm play right now
Lost 'em
But Ryan's ass' out getting auctioned, so
Don't say Charles just lost one yo, I'm
Tired of critics, ya'll niggas is irritating
I got the ear of Satan meaning my shit 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 niggas 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 whore is a brainer
The other one could throw it back
Don't mean to call you a whore
But if I couldn't call you that
I couldn't call you no more that's the game