Charles Hamilton, Fedel - Presidential Pondering lyrics

Yo if I said it then I don't regret it
Every is copacetic, flow poetic
Ahead of my time cause I'm so prophetic
And I hope you let it
Sink through your dome piece
Jerome be out of touch, but we still homies
I said that in another song
And just because you did a couple of good
Deeds don't mean do a couple wrong
Got my buckle on
Cause it's a rough ride of life the fight
Make sure that your knuckles strong
Got my scuffle on, it's only natural
But nowadays niggas 13 trying
To clap with you
You ain't a rapper, you more like an actor
Who smile in my face
But talk shit like them clackers do
And it's a fact that dude been
Through a lot of shit
No politics in college yet I
Promise get my product is
Hotter than a lot of shit
They telling you gotta get
And I don't give a fuck
I went away on a scholarship
I'm not legit, why
Cause I want to get my education
Trying to get my family out the ghetto
See some better days in
Show love instead of hating
Cause in the end it ain't about
Who make the cake the fastest
But whose is better tasting
This shit was devastating, could you imagine
Your brother 21 on a
Stretcher taking medication
And while you meditating
His soul is levitating
That's why I need them Dead
Presidents to represent me

They say
Charles don't let the industry change you
The fuck I'm supposed to be
The industry angel
I look at life from an industry angle
Now hang around, peep the shit I say to you
Niggas know that's there's a
Million niggas better
Moving cribs to get the cheddar
How they feel is even better than the
Shit that be appealing to the masses
So when you make it
It's the ceiling with your glasses
Ask if niggas give a fuck
If your bars is tough
Cause niggas is hating hard as fuck
The whole is Star and Buc
Where only superstars get bucks
And as far as us
We're scarred and touched by all the rough
Points, we point them out in the music
But we bring change man without the pollution
I ain't mad at the South
I'm mad at the mouths of these niggas
Fuck y'all niggas rappin bout
Nigga, I'll admit I don't have
A straight bottom line
But, if I don't rhyme
I could die out of my mind
I don't rap, I just blog on beat
Harlem all on me
While I walk along in the street
IPod on peak, I'm a goddong beast
Playing my shit, I sing along on key
Niggas stop me
Yo Charles you back in the hood?
Either they happy or wish I
Was back here for good
Which is actually good
Cause I act like I'm Suge you know my name
Niggas don't touch me though they
Act like they could
I'm a nigga, and you're the same shit
What a shame
I'm in the same league as Hurricane Chris
Young nigga with a catchy ass single
Something that comes across as
A happy ass jingle
But, I'm a sarcastic-ass spastic
Cracking tracks in half
Smacking all rappers they crackerjacking
I'm an attacking ass bingle
What type of snack is that
Nigga give me a state
I ain't on the level of legends
Nigga give me a break a straight killa
J Dilla if you give me a break
Can't stop, give me a break
I won't sit and just wait 20 y-o, not Janet
This nigga is great, you be spitting away
Shit is ok
But I kill 80 niggas a day when I break
I be spitting away
My fucking album is me digging a grave
Hip-Hop died, admit it, make a difference
Get paid it's all a fucking auction
20 thousand for the man in the pink polo
Going once, going twice, oh no he got it made
Niggas is mad cause they sold soul
Then they flop, mf's barely sold gold
Pawning they rose gold for a
Fucking bag of Rold Gold
And I'm the one making chips

And I fucked up in the verse
Doesn't even matter niggas get the point
Charles Hamilton fedel demevolist
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