Loser

I'm not leaving out this motherfuckin both till I get this shit right Uh [x3] It's charles hamilton [Verse 1:] How does it feel to wake up to the feeling That knowin that I don't give a fuck what u feeling? I didn't know my life was so appealing So high that I'm touch the ceiling Looking down at her with the attitude of Imis you nappy hoes can't find us I'm just mad at the fact you tryin to blind side us Liein to yourself like you can ever out shine us You can lick my nuts while I'm playing primus Then wake up tied up to the back of the 5 bus Why must niggas ever doubt mr. hamilton wildin writtin singing or freestyling I'm doin the music that you should be zooted to boom If you could do it man I'm sure you would be doing it too But this is a gift that was giving to him for christmas So in the event you think different, dismiss it bitches [Hook:] I once was the loser, now I'm older still the same loser That's why I look so different to ya You see the past I see the future Now my bars is off the chain everybody Know my name Ain't no more things around me change You know who's gone stay the same, gone stay the same [Verse 2:] It's all about the benjamins baby But I been having different sentiments lately Do you think these niggas listen when they play me? Have you heard the bullshit these niggas making? What's even more bullshit these niggas caking They think so limited they be givin it 80% of them maybe But take a nerd that only listen to shady Jadakiss and them with a little AZ James Todd Smith, nas with a little bit of jay z Incubus car system and ac/dc and along with a couple pounds of that he-mi Maybe you can considerably be me but I think I made it sound to damn easy I don't know what you think you doin but it ain't rapping You hiding behind the mic like jermaine jackson Lights, camera, action, bastard [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yo kirk pass me the jesus juice So I can get deep up in these beats like roots This isnt a verse man this is beat abuse Tape up the microphone before I leave the booth I'm a beast in booths a nightmare in nike airs A nice dream of ice creams the nike fiene Rakim rockin light pink I'll leave harlem mc's running quick to give em light feet No A.G. involved, just me involved Me and my MGM squad, demevolist I kno you see them dog Niggas wanna beat us up they girl beat us off Married to the game not no prenup ya'll Lifes a bitch yea she a beat up dog Quick to wife her no reason shorty got her teeth up dog Before the bitch try to eat up charles I throw her a fuckin peanut jar, tell her "feast up broad" You see I got my feet up doll Illest rapper that you seen thust far Fuck ya'll I'm nice as fuck ya'll so fuck em all [Hook x2]