Charles Hamilton - Ralph Nader lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Ralph Nader lyrics]
It's alive, Igor! Fuck is ya'll niggas
Hating on me for? You need to retort
At least look up what the word is, you don't
Understand why you hate me, you virgins it is
Cause, I've had my fingers
In some sloppy seconds
That ya'll niggas say I gotta be reckless and
Check 'em? Fuck you! I'm tired of niggas
Niggas is liars, now I'm firing you niggas
I'm jobs like Stevie, like you can't see me
Hard to believe me when I'm speaking, why?
Because I present you with lies
Cause I know the truth
Argue with me since you know it, too oh, you
Don't? Sorry, this little ol' booth is the
Only thing holding me back
From not being couth but fuck niggas
They don't want to see it though
But, I love people who believe in this dude
Let's go
I don't give a fuck about what people say
I don't give a fuck about what people say
I don't give a fuck about what people say
Neither should you
Unless I own, unless I own the muthafuckas!
For the record, thank you Jimmy Iovine
The only person who does not
Believe I can not
Be bigger than the Eminem guy, since he was
Fly in the eyes of niggas
Who was tryin' to die
I'm not trying to be fly
I was used to being grounded
My mom used to found in me
The reason why bound is
Bounty, clean up a mess
And I was the biggest mess
Didn't steam up the steps
When I was younger
But when I got older I became a stoner
And now people are looking at me with a boner
I smoke until I get into a coma
What, is it because you think I'm a
Loner that I don't have a
Diploma of owning muthafuckas
In their diplomacy?
No one's owing me nothing cause
No one's knowing me
I know the deepest secrets of everyone, like
Social security
You know cause you're hearing me
I love making music, the simplest facts
Nothing better than getting out the
Booth and hearing your track
After you just ripped it into
Places of which a
Track could skip if you made crack in the CD
Actually biting me as seen on TV
Cable in the classroom, mad cool
But cats wanna hate on
This awesoming rap dude
Because I grew up in Harlem
Where bitches don't bag dudes
Let me turn my phone down
Before someone calls me
And I'll be forced to spit off-beat all week
Cause, I could rap on this beat
For the rest of my life
And then get rest until my life is arrested
By life, you know, when I die
And hopefully that won't happen any time nigh
So while I look into the eye of the
Sky of the future
I hope I'm what you're used to
Hating on me for? You need to retort
At least look up what the word is, you don't
Understand why you hate me, you virgins it is
Cause, I've had my fingers
In some sloppy seconds
That ya'll niggas say I gotta be reckless and
Check 'em? Fuck you! I'm tired of niggas
Niggas is liars, now I'm firing you niggas
I'm jobs like Stevie, like you can't see me
Hard to believe me when I'm speaking, why?
Because I present you with lies
Cause I know the truth
Argue with me since you know it, too oh, you
Don't? Sorry, this little ol' booth is the
Only thing holding me back
From not being couth but fuck niggas
They don't want to see it though
But, I love people who believe in this dude
Let's go
I don't give a fuck about what people say
I don't give a fuck about what people say
I don't give a fuck about what people say
Neither should you
Unless I own, unless I own the muthafuckas!
For the record, thank you Jimmy Iovine
The only person who does not
Believe I can not
Be bigger than the Eminem guy, since he was
Fly in the eyes of niggas
Who was tryin' to die
I'm not trying to be fly
I was used to being grounded
My mom used to found in me
The reason why bound is
Bounty, clean up a mess
And I was the biggest mess
Didn't steam up the steps
When I was younger
But when I got older I became a stoner
And now people are looking at me with a boner
I smoke until I get into a coma
What, is it because you think I'm a
Loner that I don't have a
Diploma of owning muthafuckas
In their diplomacy?
No one's owing me nothing cause
No one's knowing me
I know the deepest secrets of everyone, like
Social security
You know cause you're hearing me
I love making music, the simplest facts
Nothing better than getting out the
Booth and hearing your track
After you just ripped it into
Places of which a
Track could skip if you made crack in the CD
Actually biting me as seen on TV
Cable in the classroom, mad cool
But cats wanna hate on
This awesoming rap dude
Because I grew up in Harlem
Where bitches don't bag dudes
Let me turn my phone down
Before someone calls me
And I'll be forced to spit off-beat all week
Cause, I could rap on this beat
For the rest of my life
And then get rest until my life is arrested
By life, you know, when I die
And hopefully that won't happen any time nigh
So while I look into the eye of the
Sky of the future
I hope I'm what you're used to