Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Big Log Off (esc)

(CHatter)
Y’all know what it is,
Charles Hamilton

(Verse 1)
Log on to see the digital domain of a nigga with no name,
You address me by my role...
Charles Hamilton!
I expect you to just know.
I’m a great listener, quick to bless you with a yes but if you disrespect me and/or are stressing me then no……
The answer to youuuuu……
*Song Restarts*

(CHatter)
Y’all know what it is,
Charles Hamilton

(Verse 1 cont….)
Log on to see the digital domain of a nigga with no name,
You address me by my role...
Charles Hamilton!
I expect you to just know.
I’m a great listener, quick to bless you with a yes but if you disrespect me and/or are stressing me then no……
The answer to your question, so?
What?
Like removing the B and adding stitches to the “ut”!
Sick of living up, getting down, now I’m getting up with *Niggas* that live it up!
But it’s a power game.
I’m sonic, I devour games!
But the powerful remain and make it a sour game by saying that it’s not our game!
I’m so PS3 the way I black but the game only respects Wii,
So We,
The upside down view of me,
Need, to just move around loose and free!

(Hook)
Honest-sTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Means,
I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*To be the leader in adversity*
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*To speak up for the voiceless*
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*To spark change in whoever*
Means,
I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*To be what I am, forever!*

(Verse 2)
Enslaved by the pages of a CD booklet.
It’s not that easy to be looking for credit,
Especially when you weren’t there for development!
I said it to an A&R.
Hence my need to be hooked in the connection between your ears, iPod, neck, and a beat!
I’m dope like a free-base high!
Ending the game, (A) a(N)d (A)(R)s are like (C)(H), (Y)why?!?
When’s the last time you took a look at ANARCHY get ya hands off me
I’m standoffish!
In a standoff a common man talks shit.
I stand on ‘em all ‘til they fall and land on they hands in a long pit of dog *Shit*
Tell ‘em hold that crap ‘til you niggas bring that old rap back!
Old hip hop, I feel it.
And old rap died when I said I liked *______* so I killed it!
On some who shot the sheriff!
But word to *______* Nu-Hop will never perish!

(Hook)
Honest-sTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Means,
I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*To be the leader in adversity*
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*To speak up for the voiceless*
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*To spark change in whoever*
Means,
I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*To be what I am, forever!*

(Verse 3)
First thing’s first, remove Khaled from any mic, ANYWHERE!
Tell him play songs only if he really cares,
About the kids going hard for no reason.
Happy to be so hood, smart but you don’t see it!
Tell Flex, with all due respect,
We call you the best ,
And all you do is stretch the first 30 seconds of a well-paid for record!
Someone calls you and requests it…
If that even happens!
Then the record is a success.
The record exec then calls you with a check.
Radio listeners: It’s all true, accept it.
Maybe that’s why my songs always get rejected???
As if they really could blind me with some fake shit!
I got the whole city behind me on some Drake shit!!!
I’m awake and y’all sick.
Charles Hamilton, Escape(Esc)

(Hook)
Honest-sTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Means,
I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*To be the leader in adversity*
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*To speak up for the voiceless*
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*To spark change in whoever*
Means,
I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*To be what I am, forever!*


Lyrics by Jose Isla!!

Friday, December 30, 2011

Larry King Live

(CHatter)
I read somewhere that me going into deep thought is bad for me..
Alright, whatever.
.......Is it bad for you?

(Verse 1)
White House leaders,
blast this in your White House speakers.
Right now I'm about to ether!
I now find the kind of government we live in,
smothering the love of citizens and they had enough of it!
What???
This nigga's only a kid.
He must've wrote this stoned, with mad homies in the crib.
The only accident is that I been trapped and asking shit.
Throwing a rapper fit,
A real nigga activist!
Went to Atlanta on the Clark-Atlanta campus.
Hard to watch the poverty, my heart could hardly stand it!
The resident's complacent,
make low-class a pleasant situation.
Blessed because they patient.
Now at the same time.. (We bo, we bo, we both know that!)
We want a bright future, we won't go back.
Covering ground,
never fucking around.
This is a new day and you loving the sound!

(Hook)
Everybody knows it's time (to) move on!
Everybody knows we all just gotta move on!
A-Move On-On,
Move On-On!
Get over it...
Whatever it is, whatever it is!

(Verse 2)
Ayo Barack,
my paranoia lies in the eyes of the paranoid crying 'cause the lies the guys that..
Avoided confronting.
Enjoy it or something,
(but) this ain't a little toy that you running.
Niggas live here!
I ain't a little boy, I'm annoying, a hunnid.
Pardon me for having a little joy in my stomach.
My woman said she had a little boy in her stomach..
Her man flipped, no unemployment was coming!
Resources meet morbid reassortments of whats important.
We sport the street course..
That you gotta walk, if you gonna talk alot as you walk around the block of New York.
I'm cocky of course.
Bad choice of words, I just gotta watch where I walk.
Possible flaw, society lost!
Type in the clause and all types of rewards!
That ain't right 'cause the rightful end up stifled with a riffle in they jaw!
Call it injustice!
So ingest this,
let's begin justice!

(Hook)
Everybody knows it's time (to) move on!
Everybody knows we all just gotta move on!
A-Move On-On,
Move On-On!
Get over it...
Whatever it is, whatever it is!

(Verse 3)
Niggas snitch on themselves when they be rapping!
Helpless to imagine the shells that they be packing.
Tell you they will blast ya melon back into the 70's!
Blast you back to the matter,
send you to Hell in a casket!
With such lies and irrelevant facts,
does it matter if the President is Black???
That....
Is why I'm more concerned to see if the President is wack.
If the Cabinet is passing the rhetoric, ask him.
I'll never be passive but I'm better with rapping.
Never take a glance at the Legislative branch.
But yes we did put another meaning on Executive!
My bars are so Judicial soldiers throw a fit!
Hold ya fist!
Know this shit'll be over quick.
I'm so the shit!
..........
Charles Hamilton.

(Hook)
Everybody knows it's time (to) move on!
Everybody knows we all just gotta move on!
A-Move On-On,
Move On-On!
Get over it...
Whatever it is, whatever it is!


Lyrics By - JOSE ISLA!

Sunday, December 25, 2011

The Incomplete Circle (U)

[Verse I]
I wish I could be rich and still live in Harlem
But I can't be rich and still live in Harlem with no problems
So I stick with stardom
Livin's harder if you're smarter than wishin' you could live in Harlem rich and get no problems
Me and HCho smoked ourselves into yesterday, and made the present
Future haters just step away
We see life in a screen made of plasma
Even created athsma so this song could take your breath away
I give up is something that we would never say
Every day we levitate the feather way
But the weather may cause drifts
All this concious shit for y'all kids talkin' nonsense
Retarded
Nigga slow up, but even retarded niggas grow up
As the wind blows down my back, I reach within myself
I think I found my lack of faith

[Hook]
And it all comes from you
The incomplete circle
Who the hell are you?
Why are you inside me circle?

[Verse II]
How real can I be before they kill me?
I see they lookin' guilty, but me I'm feelin' built recently
Niggas took turns breakin' my trust
That's why I'm breakin' my buds on a plate full of love
And I'm pissed they violated the dutch
The one I poured my heart into, they would rape it with lust
But it's cool, I learned something new
The purp was high enough so now I burn something blue
Guess I'm a cop after all, but cop that in the fall
My top hat couldn't fall if they blew me
I don't care if it was cryptic
The perpetrators of this sick shit can't miss it so nah
I ain't actin' different, I just walk smoother
So much for trippin'
Let your guilt be the reason we dap zone out
Motherfucker start receivin' this rap
From the soul

[Hook]

[Verse III]
I'm a check to some, no respect from some
Put 'em in check here's an extra one
The following 'Suck my dick' goes to the niggas that say the love my shit
Look at the budget and then try to cut my shit
Then question the fact that it was just my shit that got me here
So here:
Suck my dick, yeah, use a lotta spit
But you probably dehydrated 'cuz you suck a lotta dick
Got it prick? Not a scent, no cologne around me
So keep your fuckin' Blackberry phone around me
I know you know about me
Roam around free, clothes is wild pink
Murder me, I dare you
Oh wait, how the fuck you gon' blow without me?
I'm the win
...Next time you hear my name

[Hook]


From Rap Genius.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Commercial Break

(CHatter)
Multiple Take Hamilton!
What's that, MTH?
THREEEEE! HAHAHAAA

(Verse 1)
Back to life,
Back to reality,
Back to back baskets, top draft in the Lottery!
Probably wack 'cause cats got my salary looking topless.
But past that, I'm back on top,
The worst team....
Got an investment in the prodigy!
The profit for a prophet does not make sense to me...
Poppin' is not to watch the Stock Market drop,
But I can cop saying cop and cop a squat on the probably!
Which probably means I only know what can be known.
But I hold close 'til my cold holds me with the chrome!
Blast on who's watching me 'cause I don't need an audience telling me that I ought to be pleasantly
happy with all the pleasantries given by the peasants who drink blood from beamed up thinking!
Ink in the pen and I’m beasting!
Beats on my head? No, beats on my mind!
Just me and the peace of mind my beats bring!
I can be the best but I bring my A-Game.
So merely saying I am a beast is a shame!
Playing games? Nah.
I lay game formats..
Stay in the lane of a doormat!
Who’s knockin’?
Albums are stocked so now who’s droppin’?
The new option,
Root for who’s floppin’!
The Dixie Chicks with 60 and some chips.
Then they won wild Grammy’s and quickly they was the shit,
Like…..

(Hook)
Oh-Kay Baby,
Oh-Oh-Kay Baby,
Oh-Oh-Kay Baby,
What you want me to say?
…..
Oh-Oh-Kay Baby,
Oh-Oh-Kay Baby,
What you want me to say?
I ain’t going anywhere, stay tuned!
After these messages we’ll be right…..

(Verse 2)
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Back up on an early in the morning kind of yawn break!
All great!
All say I’m great all day!
Fall wait…
I don’t wanna drop, I wanna get dropped!
I’m the engineer, listen to the sick drop.
Pick rocks and lick dirt,
I’m sick, FIRST!
This verse is a pig in a skirt,
Niggas is hurt!
So greedy with the Indian percussion!
Really wasn’t nothing,
I get in so quit rushing!
Pick up a brick in Tetris,
Ya own lane, won’t go away!
Dope but no migrane.
So no Rogaine,
No propane,
No gas.
I won’t say what hoes say,
When I Jose’,
Canseco they whole box!
No stopping, I go past their soul when I get it in!
Find new divinity when I ain’t in they kitty so tell me,
Who’s listening?
Y’all can wear magnums, I wear Desert Eagles!
Better than deep , I aim for the head in the prequel!
Left for a week to see that so many people were so thirst for the sequel they went medieval!
We wrote murder, me and she, see it!
Angela Lansbury, I just spilled the secret.
Hands in the air berry, I bet I bang a Halle!
Hall on E, baby call on me!
C-eon Phelps, I’m a Charles gone freak!
Now Charles is all free, we all gone sleep,
6 feet past sleeping 6 feet deep!
Shit, please retweet I am the deepest in the streets!
And this instrumental is Red Bull for the retards.
All my niggas in D-yard, sleep hard.
But don’t beat another nigga and treat him like he a sweetheart,
Be a man! Beat a nigga with the free bars!
Not violent, don’t even promote it.
But if you gonna hurt him don’t drop the soap it,
No wiz!
And if he try to bite it kick him in the teeth if he bite the,
AH SHIT…………

(CHatter)
I probably should like, finish this verse……
NAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Just guess, I’m blacking!
Charles Hamilton!
Niggas is gonna be mad at me if I finish this verse.
TWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Lets Go…….
……………………………………………….

(Hook)
What you gonna do without that cozy little pillow called a label?
Cozy little pillow called a label..
Cozy little pillow called a label…
Everybody wanna know,
Everybody wanna know,
Everybody wanna know,
Everybody wanna know……………..


Lyrics Contributed by... JOSE ISLA JR!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Nyomi, like...

9th Wonder

Yo 9th Im on my last, dundun dundun dun
Shit mean too
uhn
Here we go




Ayo why did Nyomi break up with me?(I don know but It makes me Pink)
Ayo why did Nyomi break up with me?(On Facebook)
Ayo why did Nyomi break up with me?

This From the top of the thread, Obviously its from the top of the head
You be out in London, Tea and Crumpets
and I just wanted to have someone to keep me company
last name Whittleton, a little kiss from you in a little bit
And If you got a Third Eye you just heard it
Hair Perfect and A wordsmith
Nyomi, you could of been my only now I'm lonely
why lonely, cuz I aint got Moni
I aint got you, I got alotta Mo-ney
but you sent you sent me a tupac vid saying I's rather be a nigga,
after you broke up with me
Now Twitter is all I got to relate to chicks
cuz this is some crazy shit
Her last message said why? you deserve everything and more
but baby you was kinda what I stand for
Afro-centric but Light skinneded so In a light minute I might get finish
She also said you did not do anything wrong though
but baby I'm doing this song so, I don't even know why you would think that
but think back, I told you I would wife you, and my pink cat friend said he likes you too
so maybe he can bag you but I would be dumb mad I he piped you
cuz you never had one, so I'm mad dumb
You mad young, Feeling your age
Facebook girl I'm feeling your page
I'm still in a rage
Still in a cage
rage against the machine, but anyway
wrong band, damn
Smashing Pumpkins
Didn't Think about Smashing you Pumpkin
Just Rubbin your hair
Laying at night
The Hook is kinda tight *phone rings*
Yo who callin me, damn I'm Tight
Real quick, I don't even know who sent this shit *phone rings*
Thats two messages aint that a bitch
Yo when this Hook comin in, goddamn





Ayo why did Nyomi break up with me?(I don know but It makes me Pink)
Ayo why did Nyomi break up with me?(On Facebook)
Ayo why did Nyomi break up with me?(I don know but It makes me Pink)

November 10th 2011

[Main Verse]
I glow. So I don’t care if dude is my son.
Jake One. I’m using my gun.
Stay, son. Abuse is my fun.
A-1. Treat music like gum. Steak, to some.
I’m healthy. No using my gums.
Wait for none. Stay awake to cum on the face of a bum.
Place her with a one. Chase her with my tongue.
She’s my music. My steak. I do stay away.
Jewish is my waves (get it?). I pull through and fade.
Ruin the fake. Blue is my waist.
My boo is Blue and she do get away with saying the most foolish of statements.
Who’s in my way? Move them away. I’m stupid. Stupid is great.
But you stupid niggas is playin.
Too many ways to say I’m the movement of the game.
Chang and Chung don’t like me.
Shoot in their face with the tool in the place of bamboo rolled with haze.
I sumo for days. I do roll the haze. Too close to the grave.
Shoot foes in the brain. New hoes on my “thang”.
Doing shows in a Range. Moving slow to the fame.
UFOs in my lane. Beautiful is my name.
Using coke as the flame for the dope in my veins.
You should know my name. Who don’t? Are you lame?
Woo smoke hits a plane. Knew, know, it’s the same.
Blue coastal waves. Lose? Nope. You’re gay.
Just for hoping I would fade.
I’m nowhere close to going
Nigga...

[Chorus]
Work Dat Ass Hoe!(x12)
Lately I've been SUCH an asshole, but I
Work Dat Ass Hoe!(x2)



[Chorus]
Work Dat Ass Hoe!(x12)
Lately I've been SUCH an asshole, but I
Work Dat Ass Hoe!(x2)

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Nin݃ol del Infierno (Hell Boys)

Better understand your kids before they go M.I.A….

Her father was a priest.. Mother was a maid..
Only child; they believed rubbers are the way.
Because of their religion her father felt she was a big mistake,
She was made when they fucked in 12th grade.
Since then her pops changed his life..
The dame he popped became his wife.
Mom was the classroom slut, pass two dutches and her high will make her think she’d have to fuck.
Her daughter admired that, ‘that’s what’s up’..
In her mind she wishes she could be catchin’ up
But daddy wasn’t having it - locked her in her room.
Attempted suicide once so he locked all the cabinets..
Mad as shit, but what could she do?
Praying life was a lie ‘cuz she was stuck with the truth.
Screaming out in her mirror, letting the demons out..
So she dreamed about sneaking out, laughing with the (hell boys)….

One night after watching comedy central commercial for girls gone wild
She plotted to get loose and be one of them girls gone wild.
The girl crawled out of her window with no clever ideas to explain her disappearance.
Before she left she took a look in the mirror..
Fixed her cleavage, powdered her lips..
Zipped her jeans and breezed it to the dark part of town where hearts’ll drown..
“Fuck love”.. See what her father started now?
She was forced to wear pink, in fact.. Her outfit was pink and black.
She was scared - Maybe them hell boys are gonna think it’s wack.
Scraped her knees when she hopped the fence, this bitch ain’t got no sense..
Maybe she does, but not common sense
Since her being common made the plot for this, she screams
“someone take me to the (hell boys)”…

They appeared.. Jumping from the trees.
Something made her cheese, she wanted to believe..
Cuz one of them resembled her pops..
He was glowing a lot.. His darkness had grimness of Pac.
She hated her father.. He was the only nigga to pop her precious vagina, still a minor.
But this guy had eyes of promise, she couldn’t help but believe that this guy was honest.
He walked closer.. Extended his hand, she couldn’t stand.
She felt so light headed.. Then it dawned on her - she was tripped.
Before she knew it, she was hit with a brick - she was tricked.
She woke up tied to a cross upside down. Surprised and lost, she spoke in tongues.
Cut his own wrist, bled in her mouth, made her suck her own tits..
Cut her throat, kissed her, and screamed “score one for the (hell boys)……

If they lose you, you lose them. Remember that… Charles Hamilton.”

Lyrics contributed by........GRAPHIK

Friday, December 2, 2011

The F Word

[Charles talking]
“Alright, see this for the fellas. All my fellas stand up. Let's talk to the ladies.”

[Verse 1]
They all so sexy, sweet, and petite,
but they all won't let me be what they need,
cause I'm such a great friend.
I hate when I hear that! Always starts with her needs.
Hear that. They glare back and the conversation begins.
I think I bagged her, she thinks,
“I gotta make him my friend.”
Now they’re taking me into their world, feeding me poison,
all of this and I aint even her boyfriend.
I just want a chick, dime in the face and a body,
down to earth, but would climb into space to understand what I’m saying sometimes,
cause I black out, spazz out to ask the baddest chick,
but when I get turned down I get all mad and shit,
but I just stand there and smile like “I understand.
You’re used to being single and you don’t want a man.
” This is what I get for being a fuckin’ friend!


[Chorus]
(Charles imitating female voice/female persepective)
“You’re a really sweet guy. You’re cute, you’re talented, and very intelligent, and we can talk about anything.
I can open up to you. I’m in love with you, but…. not the way that you’re in love with me.
I mean... you’re almost like a brother to me.
It’s better off that way trust me then. I guess what I’m saying is let’s just be...“

Aw… fuck outta here.

[Verse 2]
It’s always the buddy speech, a million and one reasons why they not in love with me.
Why they got no problems when I touch and squeeze?
But, when I ask for a kiss, it’s always on the fuckin’ cheek?
They tell me they problems.
I listen intently, innocently, but I’m feeling so empty.
These feelings present me with an option.
We can stop talking and become more than friends, or just stop talking.
But, I do neither cause I’m such a sucker.
I stick around and let my heart down with high hopes.
Losin’ my mind I feel like a psycho and it feels like I might choke every time I hear a girl say-

[Chorus]
“You’re a really sweet guy. You’re cute, you’re talented, and very intelligent, and we can talk about anything. I can open up to you. I’m in love with you, but…. not the way that you’re in love with me. I mean.. you’re almost like a brother to me. It’s better off that way trust me then. I guess what I’m saying is let’s just be-“
Fuck you

[Verse 3]
Well, okay lady maybe I’ve been a bit hasty.
It’s just that I’m a little bit crazy about you.
Okay a lot of bit crazy, but you’re not gonna take me serious.
It’s always “Here he is my best friend.
I can call him over for sex when I need it.”
And I can’t believe that you’re that damn conceited,
but whatever I guess that’s the damn reason.
But, I remember I was there every time you cried,
had to hide my pride and dry your eyes,
gave you advice whenever a guy would lie.
Basically when you were hurt I was by your side (singing: “by your side”)
But, why should I be strung along like a dumb whore?
At your front door, knowing damn well I want more. (“I want more!”)
Love is a game. See how easily you lose?
Oh, now you want me to be your boo? I’m sorry, but-

[Chorus]
(in Charles’ perspective)
I’m a really sweet guy. I’m cute, talented, and very intelligent and we can talk about anything. You can open up to me. You’re in love with me. But, not the way that I’m in love with you. I mean… I’m almost like a brother to you. It’s better off that way trust me then. So, you’re right I guess we should just be friends.

[Charles talking]
“Truly yours, Charles Hamilton.”
“Let’s ride out.”
“ Bitch…”



Shoutout(x2) To Adam Brown Great Job!!

Monday, November 28, 2011

CATS Said I Can Diss You (9th is cool tho)

(Intro)
Mr. Massa!!

I think you gotta do the I think you gotta explain the dollar bill thing,
I'm just gonna tell everybody else what else is you know, haha
9th
9th

We the tag team Champions right now 9th wonder and Charles Hamilton, ugh

(Verse 1)
Ross and Jeezy sucked Jigga dick,
Y'all can tease me I don't give a shit
BMF, what up. Come fund the sun of a gun
whether cool or not I'm still number one
Jada said everyone's garbage, suck it
balls pop in and outta your mouth Mr. Bucket
in one more bar Drake is Kirby Puckett
Wayne pulled out his weasel and dreesle happily puffed it
Keri Hilson's substance is sucking dick
and Wack-Khalifa gets T-bagged by his publicist
Shove It bitch
booty hole so big nothing fits and
Waka Flocka has sex with a Fucking fish
Sword fish in his ass for spittin trash
Say this shit in class and get a laugh, them niggas trash
Cudi is trash, went to his show and Spazzed, Joe Laugh
Quote Ye, "Kiss my whole ass, but(t) no way"
Skip the whole class, no mistake and I poke satin and I'm
(Come on)

(Hook)
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!



(Verse 2)
Ayo fuck Biggie fuck Pac, He was just with me
I'll leave Mr. Teak shitty no Eric Jerome Dickey
Your mobile phone wont roam with me
I'm ill Dole-y, I don't need Simone with me
Hey Jam Master J, I scratch way faster
Playback has to escape from my Rapture
Jazzy Jeff is actually wayy blacker
May have captured back in the day, but lay in black dirt
Em is trash, First, now he's like "That hurt"
Fuck Bishop Bonner and half of that church
I carry niggas so long my back hurts
Yung Nate dont want gun play, he want Cum in Tongue play
he's gayer than Bishop Bonner on a Sunday
What you want J?- Z or Dilla
believe I'm a Killer
who else I gotta murder for the Scrilla, Nigga

(Hook)
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!
Send shots, Blacca Blacca, Pop a noggin like I'm not supposed to!!!

Friday, October 14, 2011

10pm Lockup

Bipolar activist high and low backflips
high-coasting accidents regarding the wave
i'm the Max B (Sp?) of maxi-pad bleeding
snap on each track and ask for a beating
I relapse on Jack Daniels
squeeze capsules of breathing in the back of my teeth
my scratch has my penis bleeding
but i'm a pee (Sp?) clean bastard
I burn lady liberty for being me
her candle still yearns and these children learn
my pills learn to chill but chill, yearn first
I miss Porter, very badly
we haven't spoken in so long it's scary actually
I left cos I could barely have she
does she still love geriatric me?
this theatrical scene is only magical when it's we
a Sonya Blade kiss of death finishes me
i'm still going
and my heart is still snowing
my chest is still glowing

welcome to the confines of my heart
welcome to the confines of my heart

peace to Tyler, peace to SonSon
i'm still dumb young but an old school rhymer
I took over NY like Slimer
painting the city pink with a blue primer
I won't lie I took a shiner was shining
fine then cut a deck and go find him
no cheque to cut so his other work doesn't measure up
meanwhile i'm never messing up
my work is like...
my work is first class like x-men
my worst enemy is my best friend
my metal friend steps in to protect then his flesh gets stretched thin
escape death how is what I say to my now when only death checks in
i'm out of words but never out of verbs
I want fear to get out of my nerves
I spend most of my holidays locked away
a lot of days tolerating games my father play
somethings I gotta try not to say
everything else comes out in honest ways
but I gotta say

welcome to the confines of my heart
welcome to the confines of my heart
only you can dive into my heart
you ain't going nowhere without me
you ain't going nowhere without me

you can't see my dick like Peter Griffin
same song writer asking if we need religion
royalising (Sp?) women, same time sleeping with them
keeping them interested in leaving when finished
I thought Civil was the one, same with Simone Marshall (Sp?)
to pick one and to say woman are a car show
sacrificing bad vices good wishes
hood rib tips, they some good bitches
and I move one
Karron (Sp?) and Simone, no cat scan, just battling alone
you ever have a battle with a loan?
I would much rather get the chrome than be rattling my dome
but ratchets leave you blown
love blows me away
just hold me and say everything is okay
in the most OD of ways
I pick some, I choose sim
I win some, I lose none

welcome to the confines of my heart
welcome to the confines of my heart
only you can dive into my heart
yo
you ain't going nowhere without me
you ain't going nowhere without me

Lyrics...by...Toby...Woods

Shameless 2012 Campaign Speech

Ima have niggas stuck like
what's sitting up right
having y'all living a muck
and I ain't taking about pokemon
cos niggas be reversing my shit, so I know my stroke is on
having niggas hoping wrong
sometimes i'm seeing niggas smoking wrong
nigga I be like I hope it's wrong
going on and on but I know i'm strong
damn, did I just slip
niggas give a fuck when a nigga throw a discuss
nigga throw a fit then just discuss what justice is
when a thrown fit gets blown
nigga now my whole shits blown
pause, now a nigga gotta get grown
of course, in front of all of y'all
since I was how many feet tall

still seeing straight nigga everything clear
still seeing straight nigga everything clear
still seeing straight nigga

and if I got, awww fuck I fucked up
but since half my shit is hot, I guess y'all niggas is all stuck up
expecting me to clean my shit all the time
i'm the meanest with my demeanor and I spit all the time
so i'm cleaning my demeanor like i'm my bunk
and these niggas acting like i'm cleaning my junk
i'm on some mean stuff nigga steam up some skunk
maybe I can lay and dream of a monk
beautiful monk, wonderful liar
wonder if the fire I provide is fire enough
to get you to back the fuck up
or go the fuck in if I say you must
by the way you musty and I love it, this must be love
what kind of luck does he have

still seeing straight nigga vision is clear
still seeing straight nigga vision is clear

and in the middle of shining I get hit with some fear
as if I got hit with some beer
listeneres cheer
I don't know if i'm getting a jeer or if i'm gonna be the best spitter of the year
but make it clear
I got ruled by a Derulo (?)
on radio, shit wasn't cool yo
now i'm looking like a fool cos i'm some dudes cujo
and a friend to a new pro
holy shit it's NewCo
here we go over and over
as I look at my view, wow
one long trail trail, and this could be a song derailed
now since when do I start doing the stretching the voice untill you ruin the listeners view of what you giving them
I mean that's not what i'm trying to make them but shit
aww shit
alright

still seeing straight nigga vision is clear
still seeing straight nigga vision is clear
wow, oh
yeah
but y'all know

Lyrics by Toby Woods

Spinal Cords On Repeat

I know y'all been waiting in patience for oh so long
(here I am)
This is more than a beat with words, this is more than a song
(here I am)
You can't hold me back i'm a monster and i'm way too strong
(way too strong, way too strong)

Shouldn't even put a hook on this shit
fuck a hook i'm a fish and i'm looking for chips
that bail money like I just robbed money and just paled(?) money
and threw money on the fucking thid rail money
i'm the currency, hail money
i'm hungry, the food is stale but i'm real hungry
what the fuck I need to shower for
i'm on hour 4, plus 20 and i'm stuck at this cowards door
yes CO, we know, you gonna let us out in a second cos my mouth is so reckless
for now i'll show remorse; i'm sorry for what I said
next time i'm in the airport niggas is fucking dead
yeah, kill them with kindness then you surprise them
when they screening me tell them eat a penis b
then walk off, I mean hey, it ain't a bomb threat
the pink lavalamp ain't even drop the bomb yet
that's a whole bunch of fire-ass singles
so can it damn it; I make you perspire mad pringles
i'm sorry if this verse was too retarded for ya
but when's the last time I ever put out garbage for ya
am I janitor? you don't ever pay me to put out garbage
but garbage is in my way; so look out garbage
i'm only happy when it rains
if you happy for my pain I hope your daddy's sick with AIDS
and he made you swallow cum for lunch
and you get your AIDS test during Sunday brunch
and when it comes back positive
you got to go to church
and pray forgiveness for thinking about responding to this verse
and it's about to get worse, cos second verse is ada beec(?)
ima make your shit hurt, nigga disperse

I know y'all been waiting in patience for oh so long
(yeah, we gon' cut that, we gon' cut that hook short)
dig this though

How much harder can I go before you shut up
shut up, fuck up, like what up(?)
so what up, i'm a nerd from the gutter
my words are like butter, it deserves to be cut up
dissected, just so you can digest it
yes it's Charles, AKA Mr fuck up your cholesterol
I bet your own heart won't even get involved
you better farting for gas, let it off
I was born in the 216, rep the 212
so do you want shit
i bet the nigga that write for you don't really give a holy shit about your life
so nigga chew on this
niggas claim to be dogs and wolves
they bark is good, but they can't even walk the hood
well nigga, i'm Sonic the pitbull with a pink leash
and rabies, get a clue nigga, Jenkies(?)

And on that note, y'all already know what's about to happen
turn it up, and turn yourself down
Charles Hamilton

Lyrics by, Toby Woods.

Bide A Wee

(Verse 1)
My shit is hard, by spitting bars,
I beat your ass with a fuckin' Taylor Swift guitar
It's bizzaire, is this Charles?
Bitch I boss, the district Ross is getting picked off
Iluminati, I was getting pissed off
they letting every mother fucker get involved
from Chris Cross, to Chris Paul to Chris Bosh
I feel like feel like Christopher Cross, just sailing
I'm galactical fuck where you're hailing
Omen 4 noone is more impaling
I got a lot to say, in a lot of ways
The best head I ever got came from Dr. Dre
No pause, dude is like a lady
Don't diss me in the music like a baby
It's true i'm suicidal shady
my pills got me moving like i'm 80

(Hook)
Here, puppy wuppy wuppy wuppy
Here, puppy wuppy wuppy
Let me give you some...
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Y'all little niggas, every last one of y'all little niggas, give me some .....
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses

(Verse 2)
Deadmau5 is the new Daft
I'm Sonic, too fast but there's glue in my path
My shoes are rad i'm not a new fad
And due to my dad, Matt's my new dad
I won't diss certain niggas out of fear;
Can we still be cool? Fuck outta here
I'm raising Chris Rivera without raising a fist an amazing era this is, post jail
I hope it goes well
Sober? Nope
These pills are so swell
Lithium breakfast, Depakote memories
Zyprexa is my Coke and Hennessy
Dope is sick of me
Hopeless with disease
Smoking in the breeze
Focused on the sea
Floating up on the seas
I got sevens choices
Hells flames on a blunt
Hearing heaven voices

(Hook)
Here, puppy wuppy wuppy wuppy
Here, puppy wuppy wuppy
Let me give you some...
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Y'all little niggas, every last one of y'all little niggas, give me some .....
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses

(Bridge)
All a nigga need is a whistle, let me hear 'hey Charles we miss you'
like
I am the one with the base, like when tongues hit your face
want me to stay?
all a nigga need is a whistle, let me hear 'Charles we miss you'
I am the one with the base, like when the tongue hits your face
play me
want me to stay?

(Hook)
Here, puppy wuppy wuppy wuppy
Here, puppy wuppy wuppy
Let me give you some...
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Y'all little niggas, every last one of y'all little niggas, give me some .....
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses
Puppy kisses-Puppy kisses



Lyrics by, Toby Woods.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Mr. Popper's Penguins

[Intro]
... And I ain't even see the movie.

...

[Verse 1]
I'm the rap Holyfield.
I stay gettin' "bitten".
Did I spit the line before?
Okay. It was written.
With pen and paper, I get so graceful and smitten, I can take my written to dinner, and pay to hit it.
My verse is like, "The dollar is paper, and I'm paper. Am I bi?"
I fold my verse in two, and call it using spanish fly.
Smokin' dandelions.
Locked up, AND I'm high.

Destiny glued my hand to her thigh.
Damn, I'm fly.
My verse is like, "DAMN, guy! Answer my question! Am I BI?!"
I said, "You're "straight" up, F*CKIN' ILL."
And I make free music, so keep f*ckin' STILL.
Caught chlamydia, but I keep F*CKIN' still.
I get it up like a Rude Boy.
Trust my skills.

Lust is ill.
I give my verse a couple bills.
It hugs me for being so f*ckin' ill...

[Chorus]
My bars are Mr. Popper's Penguins...

...

My beats are Mr. Popper's Penguins...

...

I get it poppin, I'm poppin, I get it poppin.
I'm Mr. Poppers, let's get it. I get it poppin.

I'm cooler than a penguin's armpits...
?Me and my penguins get it poppin'. I'm poppin'. Let's get it.?

[Verse 2]
When my ear hits the ring floor?
I hear myself get asked what I sing for.
I give a mean roar.
My roar, demeans roars.
But in a fight? I go down, like 3 Doors.
I should swing more.
...
Or maybe I should think less.
I'm so high, I could drink meth at a pee test.
I'm locked up and sober, prescribed lithium again, eyes lookin' pretty slim again.
An idiot to them, but them are idiots, so, then again.
Jamarris was real.
Yellow is caution.
I stare at the thought, and I further glare at being nauseous.
I'm on prison precaution.
My friends are my beasts...
A-
SH*T. My BEATS.
Same sh1t.

At least.

My brothers are my bars, and both of them f*ck with me always.
I get 'em stuck in your mind's hallway.

Echo like Boyd.
Never light noise.

Karma's vagina is extra tight and moist...

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Somewhere between genius and pathetic...
...
Only fellow geniuses would get it...
...
Everybody's not a genius, so forget it...
...
So give a pathetic genius some credit...

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Smokey Robinson's L

One Night when I was Dreamin', or Awake
I had A dream that 9th Wonder was J-Dilla, Don't let It be a lie
iight.





I can Drown a Lake In this Pool,
Tears Of a Clown, My make-up Is through
Dreams Of a Clown, I'm making It through
Seems Like A Clown May end School





Poetry In motion, Go to Sleep and Open
Wake Up, Underacted
Unattractive Is never gonna happen
So just Do a Back flip
and Let your Ass touch my Lips
I could be talking To the Corporate University
Or the Chick that Flirts with me
or Either way, Certainly
it Kinda Hurts my Feelings Cuz you don't Even know the Perfect me
It hurts to Sleep
and this Is poetry again, You know I'm Goin' In
Smell the Newport just Blowing In the wind
Hair Blowin' From the Sin
I'm not Marilyn Monroe but I can make her Cum Slow
Its Charles Hamilton Houston
Nigga, I'm at It again
My Darkness can Make a Seal Hook sound Gray
but doesn't this Too(wait)?





I can Drown a Lake In this Pool,
Tears Of a Clown, My make-up Is through(Yea, Let me Stack the Hook)
Dreams Of a Clown, I'm making It through
Seems Like A Clown May end School


I can Drown a Lake In this Pool,
Tears Of a Clown, My make-up Is through
Dreams Of a Clown, I'm making It through
Seems Like A Clown May end School

B In The Rain

Its the Faculty Music (Bringing 88' Back)
You know I had another Dream,
I had a Dream not Only was 9th Wonder J-Dilla,
But that Dream also Told me It was Sha-Leik
Then I had a Dream That I was with Beyonce Knowles





I see You In the Rain, Me and You In the Rain
What we do in the rain, can End the rain,
I'm trying to feel
Deny If its Real





Yea Right, You, I'm to high
My self Esteem only Rivals to your Two thighs
and It just dies in your two eyes
A new now when a Dude cries
You lied It cant be
my Plan B
A Height I cant reach, I have to make You Not stand me.
I wont Shower, I'll So be a Coward
I'll flow even Louder, So You can leave me Sour
If It doesn't work Murphy's Law was Vetoed
Hurting all Egos, Swerving Off in a Beatle..
(Damn) I don't feel good, Wont give up but I still should
Walk to the DreamGirls set, kill Jamie
Then go at It with you Raw Until you Slay me
Tryna Out-do You-all
This Is all you,
Our nudity cause A new fall





I see You In the Rain, Me and You In the Rain
What we do in the rain, can End the rain,
I'm trying to feel
(but you don't need to)Deny If its Real






A black Leather Dress, Straps On your Heels
My teeth On the Back of your Heels, Foreal
You giggle as you bite your Bottom Lip
My Eyes are too serious to not be legit
I unfasten the Straps on your Heel with my Teeth and Taste buds
We need to make Love
The first raindrops squeezes your Make-up
Fast Forward Is Stay In touch
I Unzip your Dress, the Dark clouds confess
They want top bare witness to this mess
You Portrait Is now a Levy for this Storm
Lightning plays as Confetti in this Porn
I pull It out, You Whisper Yes Charles
I suck On your Neck until your Breast Call
and I let It all go On your Left wall,
We lay Naked On the Wet car...





I see You In the Rain,(That's right) Me and You In the Rain
What we do in the rain, can End the rain,
I'm trying to feel
Deny If its Real





I just don't Get It, you love me.
Girl I ain't nobody To love
But I need Somebody to love me
are you that Somebody to Love me


I just don't Get It, you love me.
Girl I ain't nobody To love
But I need Somebody to love me
are you that Somebody to Love me

Is Beyonce Really With Jay-Z?

Shout Out My nigga Skee, Before We Forget
Am I picking Sides Nigga (No way)
Oh Word?


I warned This Big Booty Bitch to stay Sweet
I Click and Spray Heat
Lay with Me
A great 16 to Break This Beat
You 808 queens Stay away from me
Giving Base To Fiend like Dre and Easy-E
My Clamidea Leaves blood Stains On my Jeans
And you gave It to me so you tainted my sleep
Pain I want to keep, But hey I want to beat
I'll give you Aids for your Freakyness
And Rabies to Be Discreet,
Have you laying Like Raiden Saying To Sweep
Silver Is So whack, So don't ask Why I want my Fro Back
A little Kiss from Willow Smith and I catch a case
A basket Case, Ally Sheedy meets Pastor Mase
A 9th Wonder Dope Track
Too bad He don't rap Come on




Threats, That's It
but, I get Down
Yup that's It
I get Down, And all y'all (Know That)
Now wheres My Motherfuckin' Comb at
That's It
but, I get
Yup that's It
I get Down
And all y'all (Know That)
Now wheres My Motherfuckin' Comb at.

Linda Cole's Entrance Music

[intro]
All my ladies from the left to the right,
To the up to the down say,
BITCH..
Ain't it a...

[verse 1]
It's the hardest black woman in therapy, ya hearing me
I honestly don't care if you're scared me
You all should be, my paycheck is lousy
My co-workers are gay, wet, and proud of me
I say yes, they're allowed to be
Play dead for getting loud with me
I ain't say to shower me, so coward please
You all can kiss my ass says my innie coffee
No penny party, you all are pretty sorry
Let me brush all that envy off me
Gimme marley like Rob and we can party like Bob
All you movie bubbs keep asking what about him
He's human, so really, I could give a fuck about him
Worship, worship, bitches and handkerchief
Hamiltonian lonliness, write my pain in cursive
..I bit Kanye on purpose, I'm sitting still so where's the curtains?

[chorus]
YOU ALL (x 3)
Everyone is everyone and everything and that includes me
YOU ALL (x 3)
(All my ladies say... bitch! all my ladies say.. aha)
Everyone is everyone and everything and that includes me

[verse 2]
You all asked me to bring you all back
I already you all to rap, it's a true awesome fact
So you all sit back while I launch you all back at you alls laps and you all can have a clap
All you can do is catch this aura you can slap
You all includes them too so aura you can them back
All thats true in the news, believing you are wack
I you all the news cuz I'm a motherfuckin' fact
With my pen I'm bubblin up crack
Jack, take this to dublin tuck it in your nut sack.. But..
I may be with being to may be
She like "Aye CH, you wanna play with me?"
Baby, after this dates over, peace
I'm two steps ahead like A to D..
Musicians..

[chorus]
YOU ALL (x 3)
Everyone is everyone and everything and that includes me
YOU ALL (x 3)
(All my ladies say... bitch! all my ladies say.. aha)
Everyone is everyone and everything and that includes me

[bridge]
I want every-
ones, ones, ones, ones
ones, ones, ones, ones
Attention..
Everyone..
Now.. (x 2)

[chorus]
YOU ALL (x 3)
Everyone is everyone and everything and that includes me
YOU ALL (x 3)
(All my ladies say... bitch! all my ladies say.. aha)
Everyone is everyone and everything and that includes me

Miss Jarrett's Turtle Poster

[intro]
Shit..
Excuse me Amerie, Jenny Baker said I can't use her phone to make long distance calls so can I

[verse 1]
As it always starts, eye contact
Beautiful eyes are contacts, I'm wack
Thighs crack behind flat but I like that
Thinking of lust on your desk, consuculant sex
My pupils stuck on your breast..
Gave birth to my eyes, now they suck on ya chest
I must be upset, touching your dress with your babies
I have custody
I rap.. She has to fuck with me
My peace can make her touch her knees
Give her a puff of weed and I'll keep her up to speed
Every time a nigga turn around I be lookin' like damn..
She ain't gotta booty but it would look good in my hand..
Fam.. Damn..
I mean she has a man and a daughter
It breaks my heart to see whats on her hand, what he bought her
And I really am a family starter but I ain't a fan of these problems..

[chorus]
J-A-DOUBLE R--E-DOUBLE T
(you and me, you and me) x 5
Now we can do it for the love of a son, but..

[verse 2]
I left cats one day, the lust was too high
I would love to do I but she's too fine
Psychically touching through her spine
Tapping her turtle shell, cutting through the vines
Her conversations are deep and shallow.. She holds the gun
She is beneath the barrow, she is not easily hassled
Where's her degree in tassle?
Catch me sneaking up her grab room, gradually she'll go into her bathroom
Right? ..And if it isn't right guess what I really don't care
Middle of the night, guess what, I'm standing right there
Jenny Baker gave me a makeover, rest of Ohio I takeover
Favorite Polo, ah fuck it, thank you, go sir
But if I die will I see a finish line?
Fuck.. I'm going too deep into this rhyme
And she do be saying that nigga is fine
But that chicks like "that niggas mine"..

[chorus]
J-A-DOUBLE R-E-DOUBLE T
(you and me, you and me) x 5
Now we can do it for the love of a son, but..

[bridge]
Here she comes, there she goes..
Did I make her cum.. Does she know
That I do it..
Does she know.. That I do it..
I do it.. (x 3)

Friday, September 9, 2011

Decency Police (OD'n)

[Intro]
AYOOO…

THE TOP ONE.

[Verse]
I’ll never die.
Best eternal MC.
I’m so depressed, I made Pepsi turn against me.
This ugly duckly, is sexy, permanently.
Let me murder this beat. Reject the attorney’s fee.

Gettin’ neck from a burnin’ freak.
Let my BLIS-TERS leak, when I LICK HER deep.
Make the b*tch enslave me.
KISS HER feet.
Let her disrespect, ‘till the b*tch turns to sleep.

Then I return to the streets.
Quick burn of the green.
Flip the “third” on each, to the curb full of police.
Like... Word, pigs.
Beef.
‘Cause word on the streets?
Second grade? NYPD took turns in my sheets.

The real Abner Louima.
Be indecent.
Muthaf*ck the 26th precinct.

HARLEM.

Act right, and we don’t need the cops.
Call Ray Kelly “five”, ‘cause he needs to stop.

STOP IT, FIVE.
N1ggas want me NOT alive.

Start beef with REAL thugs, hoping to NOT survive.

Dropped from Interscope; I spiral when I dot my eyes.
I’m Iovo, when I cross my t’s. Watch the drive.

A 40-zip run.
I’m such a prick, I’d lick Gayle’s ass, just to get her shorty’s income.
Like, 2 mil, RIGHT NOW.

THEN c*m.

Charles Gigolo.
Lookin’ for a vic-tim.

I admit to some. I’m a bit dumb;
Pull out a big g**, like, “Where you get them clips from?!”

I’m Charlie, give or take an angel or two.
The most familiar stranger to a few.

Put the game in a noose.
SUCH a strange view.
Sleepin’ in the wrong studio, can maim you.
Came from L.A., lookin’ strange to you.
Gang banged in the booth, by these… B-CRAZY fools…

Hey, look, I just came to say the truth.
But can’t say if it’s true, without displayin' proof.

WELL LOOK.
I DON’T EVER PLAY WIT’ CHU.
If I SAY it’s true? I hope and PRAY it’s true.

If so? I’m killin’ people.
NO GAS.
Go to jail with glue and DUCT TAPE ON MY ASS.

My cousin Scooter did it.

My c*ck is bigger than his, and he’s TALLER.
God got SUPER vision…

Unfortunately, I was under my own supervision.
Eat a uterus to hatin’ ass stupid b*tches.

Floss your balls with barbed wire, you sub-human n1ggas.
Jimmy, I love you. Just not your roster.
Minus a few? Fake rastas, and imposters.
I couldn’t fit in, ‘cause I’m a f*ckin’ Goth.
Word.

Shoulda’ got my head checked by the “doctor”.
Then Curtis bully woulda' thrown me in a locker.
And Marshall will throw my face into pasta.

I guess too much.
Kendra and her knockers.

I was harder than BEATINGS at every marketing meeting.
Kept it professional. Always started with a greeting…

I coulda’ had her heart in an evening.
EASY.
But Al Goldstein, said not to be sleazy.

Her lap was a wack MC, sayin’ “Eat me.”
And I’m shy, like, “Yo, throw on a beat, Free!

No rapper with oratory skills, can beat me.

To beat me, you cannot have teeth, cheeks, a tongue, or a voice box to speak to me from.

I am the common cold, when I speak to these drums.

Add some fever, some ether, some tweezers…
And I can make your skull a speaker.
For SILENCE.

Like you said my name is loud?
I correct you.

IT’S QUIET.
Now, QUIT CRYIN’.

Butter knife your head off, like “Quit dyin‘!”

Then you die, and I get tight, like “Quit tryin‘!”

I’m ill, like Hill, on a trip to islands.
‘Cause I actually know a kid named Zion.

Oh, you know ‘em too? Quit lyin’.
Ayo. Pick a Ryan to diss, and diss Ryan.

I never double-cross.
Only ten-timin’.
Hamilton timin’.
Meaning, you can handle it, IN TIME.

Come find me.
I remember Shakia Stewart wanted to sign me.
Theo, the Hamilton lawyer, right behind me.
Like, “He’s every artist EVER."
"TIMES THREE.”
I said “Times three-hundred.”, he said, “Don’t remind me.”
My catalogue, is why I don’t have to battle y’all.

Your b*tch is bad? I say she’s not bad AT ALL.
Breath smell like p*ssy, and full-court basketball.

I am the reasons why, like “after all”.
I spit fire, like earth, wind, and.

Haters wonder why I rap at all…

B*TCH n1gga, shut the f*ck up, 'fore I snap back your bra.

Nice with hands, but my BARS will crack your jaw.
I smoke good.
For a buzz? Half a jar.

Certain n1ggas ain’t survive not even HALF a bar.
Freshest cracker in the league.
Packer Favre.

CH is a CHeesehead.
You will bleed from the head, if you read what I read.

BIBLE.

… Leave you a sea full of red.
You’ll look like Jada Fire, all them “seeds” on your head.

You “slutty ass, take it in your butt and laugh” B*TCH N1GGA.
You “ugly ass, muddy ass, swallow n*t for cash, get a cut of what is half, and find out it ain’t JACK” B*TCH N1GGA.
You “wifin’ up, f*ck buddy, ass don’t love me, slash, wanna love me for cash” B*TCH N1GGA.

Your life is surround by MAD D*CK, NIGGA.
Now keep lyin’ to the public, fake Magic N1GGA…



You put a band on her finger.
I grab her ass quicker.
Go through a dry spell, and f*ck the SH*T out a river!

Goin’ so hard, I can spit out a liver.
My d*ck is big. I simply live out the picture.

I’m harder than gettin’ raped by ALL of Harlem.
In one night. Go to another town, to start a problem.
Go to Cleveland. DECK LeBron.
And with my extra arm? Choke the n1gga who sexed his mom.

I am the Cleveland indian.
And the cavalier.
And sorry, Cam, I’m the most Harlem rapper here.

WhereEVER.
I’m gothic enough to wear leather, and so thugged out, my stare can TEAR leather.

Shoved the hanger in my ass, I see the future;
In ‘09, I replayed the scene for computers.
Two years before then, I wrote the song “Loser”.

Consider me the pessimism tutor.

“F“ the system.
It failed me.
… SUPER.

Gucci can rap?
But, F*CK IT.
I’m CUTER.

Real men wear pink.
Then I am GOD.
My pink essence had b*tches thinkin’ I am ODD.
Now they all DYIN’ to ride my rod.

Not now, b*tch, I DON’T HAVE writer’s block.
My d*ck is like an air conditioner inside your tw*t.

But fall back for now, because it’s ho-… Ah.
It’s kinda ho- YO, STOP TOUCHIN’ MY D*CK, B*TCH, I’M TRYIN’ TO JOT!

To quote Bill Bellinger?
I’m tryin’ to watch.

CH is key.
My flow works engines.
Put the BILL n1gga’s name in your search engine.


Rich n1ggas is tight.
Word.
Snitchin’.

I get dressed, and be the Bird and Pippen.
No “bull”shit.
I’m fly on the mic.

Lisa Marie Presley.
Ride ‘till I die.

High as the sky, with that lie in my eyes.
Don’t be lyin’ in my eyes, muhf*cka, no lies or surprise, when I ride up on a 9, and BUY.
B-Y-E.
Shots to your e-y-e.
I’m 5’7”, and iller than B.I.G., n1gga!
Because I’m M-E-D…
… I-U-M.
N1gga, why you spend;
All your time on these b*tches, all your money on your mind, and your mind’s on them b*tches, so that honey is a dime, and that dime, plus…
Another dime, plus…
A nickel? Is a call to a chick that’s way FINER.

Muhf*cka, I don’t have to wear designer.
I got khakis from Zara.
I will find ya‘.
Log into Facebook, and then remind ya‘, what happens when I get behind ya’.

If you check out the “t“?
Literally, if you check out the “tee“?
"Yo! MTV Raps", with the checks, no sleeves.

Matter fact, SHORT sleeves.
A short temper.
N1ggas don’t REALLY wanna remember…

I could bring it back, like Selektah
A big WRECKA', of everything, except a RECTUM.
Unless it’s a white chick, and she deserves it;
Other than that, when it comes to anuses, I get nervous;

So f*ck ALL you assholes!
N1gga, WIPE.
I don’t even have to get a pen to write.

The reason why?
I been rappin’, since the night;
Decided to call itself night.

End of night.

Now it’s daytime.
Y’all n1ggas pretend to “like”.

Muthaf*cka, I’m not the one you should pretend to like.

Because at 10 to 5? That’s 450?
I could have everybody in YOUR city, come and rock with me.

Like… This is YOUR pity.
I feel bad for you.
‘Cause your whore is pretty.
And I snatched her from you.



I guess I considered that whore… YOUR city.



GOVERNOR HAMILTON!

*leaves booth*

… These n1ggas ain’t PLAYIN’ wit’ me…

END