Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Allison Loves Music

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I don't want no trouble
Just writing songs

[Verse 1]:
Used to be a girl, grew up to be a man
Screwed up in need of a hand
Nothing but greed in the land
Creeping with fans only females of course
Boys are still yucky I see males and don't care
Stuck behind the keyboard writing with free nails
On my death bed writing emails
Business partners love my creative ideas but say please sell
My genius in the spotlight can be held so I
Sit ostracized making futuristic music
Moving with the groove of unusual tombs
Strange things like thinking rumors are true
My name means what it means but what's truer to you?
Rush, the crib plush with the beautiful view
But discuss what the beautiful view can do for you
Through and through I threw the towel in still scrappin
Pill packages are still thrilling my appetite

[Chorus]:
I need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you love ... that you love
You need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you need ... It's what you please
We need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you know ... that's all you know
So let's can stop and think about the music
Sit back keep grooving to the music
Grooving to the music x3
Oooohhhhhhhhhhoooohhh!

[Verse 2]:
I want to teach little girls to be less slutty
Just because he loves you doesn't mean to have sex trust me
Teach little boys to be the leader of the house
Even if the dad is there know what he is about
I wish the corporate world wasn't jealous of poverty
Jealous to stop believing when credit and philosophy
Stretch what cannot be seen and pressure it to not be free
Ever since the hockey scene gettin put in check
Been looking for respect whole life looking left
So right so I write my book is a mess
Mute button I press, take a breather
Never mistaking either ATM is a paper feeder
Leave it to me, the paper reader
I can send a free music fan into a record store paper eater...
Either that or just a great believer

[Chorus]:
I need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you love... that you love
You need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you need... It's what you please
We need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you know... that's all you know...
So let's stop and think about the music
Sit back keep grooving to the music
Grooving to the music x3
Oooohhhhhhhhhhoooohhh!

Lyrics by, "mr ramsay Lol"

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Desperation

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Charles Hamilton .. no intro

(Verse 1)
what the fuck you want me to do?
it seems like you want me to lose
is that true?
it aint my fault I aint as comfy as you
you couldn’t ever live a month in my shoes
imagine a day, at least in a month tomorrows promise
but one day can break tomorrows promise
I’m sick of this shit even tho its hard to vomit
I make sense to me, but you cant stand Charles nonsense
voices in my head yea its hard to stop it
I bought my way into freedom its hard to cop it
everyone has a fucking suggestion ya’ll should stop it
I was doing me before you could see all the hot shit
so don’t tell me how to do what I been doing
since my mother and my father started doing it, you’ll ruin it
and if that happens the consequences suck
I’m starving like Marvin
so you got to give it up
what the fuck

(Hook)
I guess this is the sound of my desperation (can you feel it)
I guess this is the sound of my desperation (can you feel it)
I guess this is the sound of my desperation (can you feel it)

(Verse 2)
I was given 3 wishes
and I didn’t ask for you, hints my cocky ass attitude
you cant be mad at me cuz Im mad at you
so shut up and take it you gonna have to move
and I don’t like waiting in line
so take a little hate in your mine
and move bitch this aint your cup of pepto
I don’t give to shits
Charles Hamilton the one man movement

(Hook)
I guess this is the sound of my desperation (can you feel it)
I guess this is the sound of my desperation (can you feel it)
I guess this is the sound of my desperation (can you feel it)

(talking)
honestly I don’t even wanna rap any more on this song man
I just wanna talk I feel like theres some things on my chest that I wanna get off

nobody was there when I lived in Cleveland and I had that little toy Yamaha keyboard, the little yellow keyboard nobody
nobody was there when I moved to Harlem and I had the 49 key Casio keyboard nobody
nobody was there when I got the Yamaha PSR 225 and I first started making beats nobody
and it seems like even nowadays nobody understand that
and the few people that do understand aint mad that Im saying what Im saying right now
so if you wanna make your little suggestions, you wanna tell me what I should be doing with my life
where the fuck were you!?
I swear Im standing in this booth right now and Im trying not to say names and shit
But ya’ll are really pushing me
I wake up in the morning like .. am I losing my mind?
is somebody trying to take my spot?
is there another Charles Hamilton?
and in that same second I realize Im the only one that’ll act if theres another Charles Hamilton
that should tell you something
FUCK YOUR SUGGESTIONS
FUCK YOUR QUESTIONS

stop telling me what to do becuz if listening to any of you makes sense before this moment
I’d be fine all my life
thank you HchO I love you man
I love you Simone

and theres a bunch of other names that actually have genuine love for me
and I know who we all are and if ya’ll real then ya’ll feel the love right now other then that ya’ll can suck a dick straight up
YOU DON’T GET IT DO YOU!
I bet you just nodding your head right now like this is just a fucking hot song right?
that’s how I know you prolly aint one of the real people fake person listening to this song
welcome to my life

I like to call it the Lavalamp Zone, the Charles Hamilton Zone, the Starlight Zone all that shit
the world is my playpen says my mother and I feel like a fucking baby, let me rattle the world
Charles Hamilton im outta here

Lyrics Contributed By, Jonathan Rojas

Friday, April 1, 2011

11:59 PM (Pretty Memories)

Sample: Mary J Blige - I Love You

[Verse 1]:
Haunted by the voices, taunted by the choices
Haunted by the poison but I'm on it never moistened
High off the wet, fly from the jet fumes
Sky never met dude, outta my mind
Only time I felt fine is when I vibe with
The guy from the Neptunes, my pH balance is real
No secret, mainstream says we hate talent and skills
So how the hell I capture this deal?
I happen to feel kinda down about shit
How would people feel if they found out about this
Round of depression fuck I been down for a second
60, minute, get me?
Which sucks cause I really wanna smile
Spirit of the city as a child... now that's wild
The city never sleeps right?
So what the hell do I do each night?
Stay up and remember

[Hook]:
(All those pretty memories)
All I can do is remember
Never far from the truth I remember
To make the future feel better
I see more on like the future will never
Every second can move you close to the future
So the future is forever, remember.. remember

[Verse 2]:
I remember sleeping on the phone while speaking to Nakeia
And I wasn't beating it either
Did a mixtape I told her to roast me
Not OD and greet me with the ether
I look back and think maybe she was telling the truth
I was her sucker, her personal irrelevant fool
Some messages never get through
Until you let loose and just rest in the blues
First time I held a gun I felt like a greedy king
Real bullets man I was not a bb king
But I had the blues I was in a jam
Literally cocked back and the trigger jammed
Karma saw it and hit me with a bigger blam
Success, now I'm that nigga man
Go figure damn, even the river ran
When I planned on how I can be a different man
Cuz it knew that the flow was gonna black
The river runs blue and its over for that
Nothings bluer than the spikes hanging over my back
Build my own walls, hopping over and back
Bumping the pink lavalamp while im drinking a latte
**Love is a gope I write what I do not say
But I remember how hard it was
For Charles to love having Charles' buzz
Thanks to all the drugs, the broads I fucked
The so called thugs that robbed and mugged me
Autumn is lovely, especially with all this bubbly
Awesome they all just love me!
I think as my face scans the crowd
I shake hands and bow
Waiting for the hate from a man in the crowd
Either he doesn't get it, must have missed it or is just a hater
Suck a dizzick, I tell 'em mind they fuckin business
I just sleep but I don't sleep I just remembered

[Hook]

Charles Hamilton

Lyrics Contributed By, "Mr. ramsay Lol"

(Any) November 10th 2009

Charles Hamilton

[Verse 1]:
Baby got her haircut fresh little line up
Dress is behind the headboard rewind the
Rhythm and live in it for the sake of the instant
Birthday cake & incense I'm in this
Video cameras can I get a witness
Standing when we begin & landing when we ended
Got her speaking spanish to handle it when it enters
My footsie rolled deep in the center
I push & go deep but remember
It's birthday gotta be gentle
She's my company in the lex gotta be simple
'She makes possibly and oddesies tender
Soft for hours but got a sweet temper
Hustlers wanna follow me in her
But the tape is for my lion eyes
Make the kitty purr, make the city roar
Make birds not wanna soar anymore
Tonight I wanna get immature
No plastic lemme fit in it raw
What you wanna benefit for ?
It fits when it bends, for that act sure
Mad hard, dougin like hacksaw
She was mad when she had to walk
Now she mad I had to talk about it... but I'm

[Chorus]:
Happy to see another ( birth day )
Yep it's another ( birth day )
Birth day x4
Live every day like it's ya ( birth day ) x3
It's ya ( birthday ) x2

[Verse 2]:
Independency
In the end the pendancy
The pend defends the defence of me
The indian of Cleveland has sent the beat
10 feet beneath the seagrim's gin
I injure L's and tend to leave hint
At being the being you did see
Didn't he diss he when she hit me
Whisper to me or listen to the free
Get over the footage and go over the
Goodness gracious what space ship was
He on when he wrote this ( TURN IT UP! ) music
Dope listens for a dope fix
Hope listens for the hopeless
I even made Ford listen for a Focus
Models and cars I model for the stars
Mobeas, constant movement
Only dancers want to stop to prove it

[Chorus]

Lyrics Contributed By, "Mr. ramsay Lol"