Thursday, June 30, 2011

The Last Slice

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Two sides to every story, In my case three
the Truth, a lie, and what I make you see,
violate the Freemind factor like Three times
acting like a peace sign to have a sweet time
actually blind, but passed sleepy time
Do I have to treat being kind, as a weak sign?
I see why I call myself a loser, One good dub and I'm helplessly clueless Of the selfishness
back it up and let it drop,
have a cup of unleaded pesimism Stop, Then
Wake up hungover in the top ten
so winning is never an option
The weather breaks and finds me stockin, the shelves. With my self,
One more chance, Im Babe Ruth and the State Troopers
who hate music but make use of the Greatest to do it


I cant help but to love you girl, you are all I need,
You've got all of me, you watch over me

Fill in the blank If you think you know,think you know, Think you know
If you Dont get It you dont need to know, need to know,

Gotcha!

(Shit) Fuck love, rape me and number me
love me at home but the hate me in Hungary
sometimes It feels great to be a wanna be
cause hey, Even I would hate to be under me
Dont wake me, I want to sleep
want Imortality, come on and battle me
by the way, win or lose I remain you,
I refrain to saying who, cause I made you
imagine this, Imagine that, My Image in an engine
Playing scrimage on the system, Hike
go long for the bomb, I think I might invite mom on the song
She left to diagnal up and down, Passed the Dutch around
crashed and touch the ground, Grass but now what, Touchdown,
except the joint and this extra point
(laughs)



I cant help but to love you girl, you are all I need,
You've got all of me, you watch over me

Fill in the blank If you think you know,think you know, Think you know
If you Dont get It you dont need to know, need to know,

Gotcha!



End of the stupendous, I'm super stellar
cruel Intentions, a spool Gellar
Do my business with the new Teller
deposit a large amount then I'm Rude, Hell'r
Madea on the Mic, No crossdressing
No losses so I come across blessings
Departures Of hearts that soft and might imply smarts that sharpen, In the inverse
this is the in verse, and Im just begining to Enter, Winter, stood by as the Crooks tried to take my Guitar
I know them nigga hit hard, Right, took a hard right and walked into 2012
funny as hell, but creepy so I run from myself,
you dont know what kid of cannons Im ready with, Ask Elliot



Thank you
Haha!

I cant help but to love you girl, you are all I need,
You've got all of me, you watch over me

Fill in the blank If you think you know,think you know, Think you know
If you Dont get It you dont need to know, need to know,

Gotcha!

Another Contribution from...Chris Morris !!

Bruce Almighty (Moon Outta The Sky)

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[Verse]
I feel blessed to even feel this stressed
I still get deep, breathing, screaming in distress
This trust of what lives in us
Is what brings me to this mess, get it yet?
Sometimes being alone is not a worry
But other people don't get it, so I gotta worry
Am i the only one sane anymore?
I think i am, but the game isn't sure
My brain is impure.
Maybe it's crazy, but you've been waiting for more
No mistake in breaking the pavement with every statement came in the door
Aiming for more, than a name or an award
If the day comes then i should get it, thank you for sure
But i just want to change what you ignore
That could be me if you never heard of my existence
If it's too absurd then i am tripping.
I guess i murder minds with this shit.
Twisted, what this is, not even my sickest.
I just want you to witness the shit i live with.
Gifted as the census don't miss it.
Not my fault i want to do something different
Im not to be faulted, im not to be fucked with
I gotta be up this mountain ya'll are watching me
Does this appear as a reality show? cool, so why these rappers wanna battle me though?
They're little toys, where the fuck they battery go
They just mad they cant go as fast as he goes
He is i, i am him, please reply while i grin
Psychosis is why im wildin again
But this time i gotta it under control, because i create everything i wanted to know.
Cold hearted like the woman on that kanye shit.
Praying that i get bodied on that beyonce shit
If you dont understand, then do not say shit
Cause i am the one you should not play with.
My heart is on the line, your heart is on my mind,
The stars are intertwined with every thought that's in my mind.
And often i can find, something awkward that can blind, under mine
What's going on in my thunder mind?
One main thought, is pure love. I know i aint the only one. Word up
I want miss imagination to exist
Waiting for her to get, away from all the shit that blocks.
This ain't all about love. It's about sanity, it's all about us
As a people. Something got to drive you, the desire to be naked or rock a nice suit.
Prophesied who can bring the shit your missing.
I am not surprised that who need an intervention is it.
Is it intervention that i need?
Or an abundance of the worlds best weed?
Either way, it doesn't take me from lady luck or god
Come on girls, test me...

[Bridge]
I don’t know anymore
Should I stay or figure out if I should should go to the morgue
Somebody tell me! Please somebody tell me!
I see a woman in them Hollywood lights
It feels real and I hoping I'm right
If not so what? If so, I’ll go up
And...I’ll pull the moon out of the sky for you
If you would promise me, a love that’s true.

Lyrics by, Craig Handley Editing done by Me.

Elisa

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Early morning Bong hits......
I'm bout' to black


Good morning Elisa
and I'm fucking Blunted
(Cause I'm on fire)
You can get me Higher
but I knew you once so...
Sit In the front row

Eventually,Eventually,
You'll Give In to me, Listen to me


Hispanic Brunette with ass, her whole family set with cash
I would stand and Respect when reflecting as a man
Translation, I didn’t understand Erections when we met
but damn she gave me my first one, which could have been the Worst one
We had fun, me her and her sisters going sledding in the winter
I don’t remember being with her in the summer, Memorized her number
Placed calls, but as much as I was family to them, I wanted to be lover to her
I see her grin, I sometimes ask if we would meet again, she went to Spain to enjoy Homeless pains
She’s an Ivy League grad, and can see why she believes her level is near Brad
Last time I seen her she was bad, still making silly faces, now she has braces
Fantasies of making love in open spaces, clinging on The Physical affection like a broken bracelet
If I could hold her naked in a cold location she'd understand why my soul is frozen in hatred
Hope fading, my oldest friend Is poking me on Facebook,
As a metaphor she’s constantly on my mind, watching me while I’m on my grind


She always knew a way to make my cry,
I know the streets and she was so bookwise
She explained Love affairs great to me
I followed you as you???
Just crawl inside you like the critter inside
Don’t try to fight it???
You know the passion can not? To me
Because the passion will still be in me



We argue like we were married in front of Michaela
As she was a toddler, I’m sure she will resent it later
No pen and paper, Freetyping like I did then
Jane and the jungle on computers as children
You knew more about me than most Critics
and most bitches but I’m still on the ropes with stitches
my throat itches, screaming your name, dreaming of pain
Damage awaits, Steam on the streets from haze
Naked I sleep, My last bitch peeing in my face
being a bitch means she was being a waste
but you were a bitch to me so listen to me, so listen to me
When we make love, give it to me
Memories In the molecules, you swallow me I swallow you
No Tracy around to tell us what not to do
Like gravity, I'm on top of you
From 13 hours away I’m still watching you
Let’s be a breath away taking if possible
This Is For Elise like Beethoven
Stay awake and loathe Daybreak for throwing the moment



Good morning Elisa
and I'm fucking Blunted
(Cause I'm on fire)
You can get me Higher
but I knew you once so... (Mic Check)
Sit In the front row (Mic Check)

Eventually, Eventually,
You'll Give In to me, Listen to me (Mic Check 1, 2, L word 3 )

Stupid 3!

That’s What They Say to me!

You Stupid 3!

You Future Me!

You Should Be Used To Me!!!!
(All I hear)

Special Thanks To - Chris Morris

Monday, June 13, 2011

Every Body

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[Spitting]
Headphones up
Admit it if you like it if it rip it then I write it
If I did it then recite it (uh uh) Cause I ain’t even tryna rip it
I'm just, trying to glue it and you, you lookin stupid
I feel you yeah
Yeerp

[Verse 1]
How down do you want me to get?
What crown do you want me to fit?
What town do you want me to rip?
What couch do you want me to sit?
Damn, I’m thronin
Sitting pretty in the game I was thrown into
Every shoulder is the coldest
My career is all net like Coleman
Super Sonic if you really wanna go in
I remember Jazz sessions at Showmans
At morningside, uncle Jay said don’t enter
That’s a place for grown men
Said I’m a man and I ain’t got no friends
Then, again, they all recognize me, don’t accept my I.D.
So professionally I leave, come back with a fake one
Hop on the piano tip glass with a great one

[Chorus]
I done I done I done been around the block bout 2 or 3 times
Said my name bout' 2 or 3 times
But ain't in no rush, i took my sweet...
Only so that I can find that
Everybody rockin with us, us (x4)

[Verse 2]
From a studio musician to a stage killer
One day I'll meet the producer that made thriller
As a musician, I got mad love for J.Dilla
But I’m up right, like a bass feeler
Pluck back like a guitar pick
Spit hard but I live hard, I spit what I live
Every verse is a gangsta war
What I don't say gives me canker sores
Lady luck, I wanna thank the whore
Give it all to me, until there ain’t no more
Than I slide with surefire until the heat drops
Then I chill, no temperature when ya real
Givin the illest surreal feelings to the ethereal
The beer is cold, lippin' these lyrics isn’t a miracle
Your mouth wanna dance too
So repeat after me till you can’t move

[Chorus]
I done I done I done been around the block bout 2 or 3 times
Said my name bout' 2, 3 times
But ain't in no rush, i took my sweet...
Only so that I can find that
Everybody rockin with us, us (x4)

[Bridge]
I got sick and tired of, I got sick and tired of
I got sick and tired of, I got sick and tired of
Not being listened to(x4)

[Chorus] (x2)
I done I done I done been around the block bout 2 or 3 times
Said my name bout' 2 or 3 times
But ain't in no rush, i took my sweet...
Only so that I can find that
Everybody rockin with us, us (x4)

Can you hear me? (x4)

Thursday, June 9, 2011

9 to 5 (Layout)

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These niggas be buggin man...
Y'all niggas want me to wear what? and do what?
Fuck all that, I'm bout to get a
9 to 5

[Verse 1]
I work hard at being lazy, and y'all see me as crazy
But chill fam, it takes a real man no matter the gender
To walk away from fame and get a (9-5)
While I'm still in the game, cause i don't appeal to the fame
My real name is my rock the mic name
Groupies are cool, but not tonight dame
You hot as i jot, make me feel quiet lame
Piff the new boss, i almost got fired
Was gonna snatch a 20 bag for my dude Josh
Come back with a 20 dollar bill like "Dude I'm suicidal"
Can't tell you how i feel, instead ODing with a power drill
He made me feel like a coward feels
The nigga got dope bud, but when i smoke, it still feels like sour still
We not beefin, but i kinda feel scum like
Go to sleep holdin my suicide gun tight
I really might do it one night...
These saltine crackers get me DUMB tight
Don't blog about this, no unsolicited interviews
What if God said bloggin is what i was meant to do?
Music sent me to defend her moves
So go hate like most administrative niggas do
My great and great grandmother died
Been four years since i looked into my brothers eyes
Marcus, our bond is retarded, no family, alone with no market
I sold out with Gauchos, keep it real y'all
Like the song, i don't, cause i don't feel y'all
I sound like another them, not the real Charles
Nothin on my album can reveal Charles
But buy it, don't steal y'all, cause its still Charles
I chalk it up as a real loss
But i win, these are confessions of a real boss...
You heard me? And I'm...

Monday, June 6, 2011

I Dont Understand The Value Of Money (Tips)

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(Verse I)
Ka-Ching Ka-Ching
Allergic to Mula
Bird filliping to the bird flipping
Booyah
Money I know
Yes
Before I knew not
Happy?
Now a cut a fucking check and lets do pot
Pretty soon I might move into a new spot
I murder ink every time you see a dude jot
I kill the mic when I lyrically moonwalk (Hehe!)
The real Rebel with enough dough to sew Pac
I walk in and get women call me shoebox
You boys are bitch made, Boondocks
And hear I am in slippers telling how shoes stop
Get nipped in the butt like wound cops
With a plunger
I am to hot
But I get off
Slipping to judge a cool knot
Keep my lawyer paid
Keep the boys away
And make sure I got enough food stocked

(Chorus)
And thats me
But I really want to watch my attitude
Me
Yes I know what you have to do
It seems
I know It's a long time fling
Pink nd'(Green)
Pink nd'(Green)
Pink nd'
(Green)
(Green)
And I get



(Verse II)
I get green the rough
But fairway in a bunker
Tiger
Don't criticize my jumper
My iron is the 9th don't wonder
Not a cowboy with rhinestone hunger
I know
You at the bottom of the ninth
Im apologizing cus I slided in nice
That's golf, basketball, football, baseball
Get at me
im the face of Walt Disney
I own ESPN
Holy Mexicans
Homies next to win
Loathe me
It's clear that you can
Fuckin' queers
They want my careers in their hands
But my rear is in C-A-L-I often
While you just L-I-E
Oh shit, I just got at Rhi
Ella Ella Ella E


(Chorus)




(Verse III)
My Peter left balls on your chin (Lois!)
Im a Griffin mixed with a Simpson
End of the the verse I ripped it
Cus' they both on fox
Come get it
My favorite rapper is younger, but yO my flow's sicker
And we still get iller than all of you old niggas
And we still gon' be the illest when we some old niggas
Im a dough flipper
And he a go-getta
When you bank says 'No'
Charles Hamilton says 'Fuck Outta' here, hell no nigga''
I spend enough money on this hoe niggas
Hoes act like niggas, so vicious
(Some weird ass noise I can't spell out)


(Chorus)

- Lyrics By, Mario Rivera!