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...