CHARLES HAMILTON - Nile Levees lyrics

rate me

They say I'm a little off beat, you killing y'all

Basically, and know you're feeling old

When you're feeling me, not guilty

When I kill beats, thrill be

The real me can see 3 real me's

And I be looking at me

I have a force ... when I'm unhappy

I never force none, of these rhyme from the rhymes that is ...

Rhyme is here, and I find us near

Only when I want to

I can drive when I wanna jump in this pool

Uncomfortable too,

Who are these dudes, I know them from the past

One of them got in a holy ...ass

And I be squeezing it, beating it, whenever I had the chance

Laugh at her pants when they don't fit her ass

But damn, back in the day it was massive

Now I'm just a slave, just imagine

Grabbing my ways because I'm smashing this bad chick

And she reminds me of me, who could she possibly be

It's gotta be me, masturbation makes me obviously flee

From monogamy, but if you my chick, I owe you an apology

So now I'm crime for a done long time

Owing you the same amount as yesterday's lottery

20 million, under 20 million,

Have the feeling that it's one funny feeling

How much money do you owe to a hoe

It depends on how much you trying to grow nigga no

And I ain't got a garden of mine, I ain't even got the garden in mind

I'm just starting to rhyme,

Last time I started picking up the mike

The flow I was basically on my Vicodin flow, no vitamins though

Whole lot I got digest you know

And do these pills make any sense to me,

Bend them down, only to make sense to my feet

Listen tolls, cause I spit some flows, for you to wanna get some info from

Walking around, trying to skip those drums

From people who often found, a little loop hole in what you do

So no holding in what you view

Stuck with glue who fucks with you

I say to me, basically, breaking beats in different places and shit

Different space for me, in this space ship

But a great flow and some grateful hoes

That wanna see me grow and become a negro

Who ain't quite a negro, meaning living up with moms

But I fuck with moms and I'm stuck with bumps

Choir arms, hanging me, strangling me,

While I dangle from the beat, and dangle from the tree

Tears of a clown, no angle for me

No angels I can see, it's the wall that it's white

And all I've been writing it's nothing as exciting

It's when I spit off the top of my lightning holder

And I need no diploma.