Sunday, April 4, 2010

StH (Stronger)

Listen to Charles Hamilton - StH

Its for all the rings


Now-now-now thoughts that might kill me

Are not gon' make you stronger

Cause i been writing for a minute now

But i know u been writing longer

And that is a god damn shame cause

My bars come off way -stronger-

So if you try to go toe to toe with me

Guarantee your ass is a goner


N*gga get lost aight?

Catch bullets like randy moss tonight

Charles is like an ipod with a bomb in it

Mad songs but if you act wrong, my god you'll be going in it

I'm sorry I'm a nerd and a musician

And a bum, i been living in a soup kitchen

Thats what I call it, you call it a studio

Truly though I'm going home in a UFO

Out of this world, outta my mind

Yeah yeah here come the rumors, gossip time

This n*gga charles went crazy, super red carpet

Y'all spit like kid just superhead talking

Yeah i went to hollywood but I'm still harlem

Roscoes chicken and waffles ain't in harlem

I'm doing big things, chasing a big dream

Macing em with sixteens, [mase is in pink]

Jason Meanz is my uncle man

Me ha is like getting drunk again

So if you sending beef then we jumping in

So don't act like you don't understand

I'm c-h-a-r-l-e-s

Create great bars, hell he's next

He may hate charles, well he's vexed

That she may date charles? tell me yes


Back on my grind like I'm going downhill

On a skateboard laying down flat on my spine

Think about it then use your imagination

You'll see that the future's black

If those that don't know my usage for blackin'

It means very vivid, you stupid for asking

Doesn't matter cause the train moves on

As soon as you lose your brain you gone

Thats what I say to groupies what god said to me

I'm not gonna be another Pac n*gga please

Watch them believe while i rock on a beat of a man who i swears been copying me

As for you n*ggas in the hood, talk behind my back like i figure shit is good

Charles forever laughs at goners

F*ck my ex wife go ahead n*gga do it

The head was the truest like i said n*gga do it

I got a buddy list full of black kate mosses

I get nothing but bodies like ashtray coffins

Bout time i stop giving f*ck, my lyrics

Touch ya spirit when ya hearing this tongue

Lie to me baby tell me that you been faithful

Lie to me n*gga nah charles i don't hate you

Lie to me groupie nah charles i don't date you for money

I don't know why i should date you

When i snap no super glue

You play me I change colors, rubiks cube

I lost my mind and thats due to who?

You call it real life its my musical

I'm used to dudes telling my bars are a felony

Theo is my lawyer, charles is a pedigree

Triple H, if all you n*ggas hate

My situation is reason to call this n*gga great

I'm high like what's good and never sober

So the greeting is [never over]

Make room for the flow when i move with the flow

I'm a psycho make you sooohoooo from ya throat

And you're favoring a room full of hoes

Cause you've become a ho in a room full of Joes

Not a jab at Ye but at jab at they

Thugged out in the hood and only act mad gay

And I'm getting laid like the law from these broads

That talk to charles and his entourage

And at this point i could just have fun and if u don't dig it u just that dumb

Cause i dumbed down to give you this verse and it ain't easy my n*gga it hurt

Guess I'm going hard and yall n*ggas is tight pissed

Cause i do it like this

Got the game on vice grip

Call it vice city when i spit

I jacked ya car smacked ya broad laugh at yall quote on quote savage bars

After charles, nothing, b*tch I'm the genesis

No cartridge wont find lint in it

Baddest b*tch in the game wearing my chain

I'm fly she fly bearing my name

Yeah you heard that line before I don't care if its lame

My woman is everything so I don't care for you dames

So hurry up and dash save me a rocket

Moving top speed its amy and sonic

And If a n*gga get a hint of danger I'm rushin and bustin these f*ckin lyrics

Until there's no more discussion so f*ck it *Breath*

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