Charles Hamilton - Let Her Know! lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Let Her Know! lyrics]
Lights out! Might, now! We gotta
Fight dynamite, my style hostile
Because I don’t
Write why these dykes always act like
They got my child? Why now
Why me? Why every time I try to rap these
Faggots ass cats try to treat me grimy? 5
Times 5 when I speak add it together
You get me magick together
With history sadness
Forever within me i’m glad that the
Pleasure is empty how, all? Why
All? Why everybody on my balls?
Is it the nudity? Because you
Can’t fuck with me, musically
Maybe I’m not a failure
Maybe I’m not a sailor
Baby, I’m not a teller
I want to be all you need, all you need
All you need
Mr marcus with the mouth of
A bitch that missed
Her market this shit’s retarded
So, Ms steffans, can we keep
Rapping and I keep repping? Your
Name is Honey funny
Because my name is money in God We Trust
So I offer up a lot of stuff that
Ain’t boss of the stuff one
Like a Pill when you want to
Get right midnight like the skill
Or I’m done then again, i’m
Done, so where your Windex Wipes? Why
Do I have to write?
I got questions, but Radio Shack
Has answers but it’s SEGA
Back to my answer i black like cancer
Maybe I’m not a failure
Maybe I’m not a sailor
Baby, I’m not a teller
I want to be all you need, all you need
All you need
Vengeance for the slaves
My adrenaline is in a cage
Wish to be locked up
But I don’t want to go there i wish
To get a chick knocked up with
No hair because she rocks
A weave she’s gotten to me
We’ve gotten free shit
Bitches i wish to go to
Jail so one of y’all might die, word
To the right eye oh my God
Too much sense i grew up
With it rapping is not
A hobby it’s more like me in
A lobby volleying for troops not
Donald and them, but I see what
It do the Paul Wall
Gothically y’all won’t stop with me why?
Fight dynamite, my style hostile
Because I don’t
Write why these dykes always act like
They got my child? Why now
Why me? Why every time I try to rap these
Faggots ass cats try to treat me grimy? 5
Times 5 when I speak add it together
You get me magick together
With history sadness
Forever within me i’m glad that the
Pleasure is empty how, all? Why
All? Why everybody on my balls?
Is it the nudity? Because you
Can’t fuck with me, musically
Maybe I’m not a failure
Maybe I’m not a sailor
Baby, I’m not a teller
I want to be all you need, all you need
All you need
Mr marcus with the mouth of
A bitch that missed
Her market this shit’s retarded
So, Ms steffans, can we keep
Rapping and I keep repping? Your
Name is Honey funny
Because my name is money in God We Trust
So I offer up a lot of stuff that
Ain’t boss of the stuff one
Like a Pill when you want to
Get right midnight like the skill
Or I’m done then again, i’m
Done, so where your Windex Wipes? Why
Do I have to write?
I got questions, but Radio Shack
Has answers but it’s SEGA
Back to my answer i black like cancer
Maybe I’m not a failure
Maybe I’m not a sailor
Baby, I’m not a teller
I want to be all you need, all you need
All you need
Vengeance for the slaves
My adrenaline is in a cage
Wish to be locked up
But I don’t want to go there i wish
To get a chick knocked up with
No hair because she rocks
A weave she’s gotten to me
We’ve gotten free shit
Bitches i wish to go to
Jail so one of y’all might die, word
To the right eye oh my God
Too much sense i grew up
With it rapping is not
A hobby it’s more like me in
A lobby volleying for troops not
Donald and them, but I see what
It do the Paul Wall
Gothically y’all won’t stop with me why?