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!!