Charles Hamilton - Brazillian Ma**es lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse One] 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 sh** was cool But now he just sounds like a fool, my n***a I forgot a whole bunch of sh**, but what I forgot Could help you not get jumped and sh** 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 sh** My stomach is ripped, not cause I do sit-ups But cause I'm tired of doing pull-ups from n***as saying get up n***as never said it, but I could bet, if I put it on My debit, they put that sh** to bed, and say it [Hook] [Verse Two] African Child p**nography: the wildest thoughts You gotta see from a black kid. What happened In the industry was racism; they can't take A n***a 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 b**hes, n***as don't feel you; n***as wanna k** me because you're my mildew So what do I do, bill you? Or still be Cool with you, or be a real dude? [Hook] [Verse Three] As I musically and beautifully boss 'em, possom Pardon me, that's what I'm play right now, lost 'em But Ryan's a**' out getting auctioned, so Don't say Charles just lost one. Yo, I'm Tired of critics, ya'll n***as is irritating I got the ear of Satan; meaning my sh** 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 n***as 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 who*e is a brainer,the other one could throw it back; Don't mean to call you a who*e, but if I couldn't call you that I couldn't call you no more—that's the game [Hook]