Off the last mixtape of Charles Hamilton " The Binge Vol.3 " Lyrics: (Verse) Killin' every beat like I Hate Dre's headphones CHA AK's your ear drums Fillin' every street with a great statement Left home for the west coast Let's go Call me the Time Zone Microphone Stop-Watch Wife at home, whiping nose cause it got snot Highest hoes in the sky, with the white spots Cloudy vision when I overpower rhythm Smack Janet's ass for doing what I do to the nation Movin' her butt cause you know what enslaved them I'm not a "Who," I am IT. Not a fuckin' owl Y'all cursed with a dry spell, like cuttin' towels Big brother, your sister wanna hug me now I'm a sick lover, little niggas wanna slug me now Blunts at Popeye's, screamin' "Well, hold me down" Rock'em Sock'em Robots for you homie clowns Word to 5, like the number of letters inside the word "blood" Don't wonder I'm better, despite the curve up Samples love me cause I keep them so tender, like a winter night isn't tight when I listen right This mid-summer night's dream is, under my feet Dream is like, "What have you done to my beat??" Calm down, write another hook, nigga He just laugh, like the life of lovin' crook pictures Every rapper think they Tony Montana Give them niggas a Tony, for they phony hard grammar Their rent is due, I'm sicker than the AIDS bitch A figure 8, since you you kissin' on that AIDS bitch Her figures great, but got blisters on her face, shit "Give It Away", Flea. Anthony K. sees Family races me, landin' in <b>...</b>
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