Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year

Alright, now I'm feeling the Ciroc
It's The Faculty music
Brick Oven

There's 4 of us in the studio
I ain't got a pen or paper or nothing

I'm coming up with the verse right now

[Verse 1]
12-31-11
Someone is reppin
Gunshots, someone drops, they need heaven
But it's New Years, two beers
New fears, new broads with braziers
And I'm trying to hit, slide in it
Vibe for a bit, then we hit the crib
Couldn't find an eye so then I mind my business
While she getting busy in the whip
But she ain't doing shit, cause I ain't in the whip
I'm on 42nd being fly in this shit
Looking at the ballers, crystal
I see the future, be the future
And we be music
Brick Oven, B.o.B
Faculty nigga, we O.D
Have my money right away, no C-O-D's
Cop my CD if I feel the need to drop one

[Hook]
Charles here a new year, let's see about that
I'm here, you here, let's see about that
I hear you clear, let's see about that
I'm near you there, let's see about that
Are you leaving with him, let's see about that
That's a glass to the rim, let's see about that
Are you sipping on...are you sipping on
Can I have you here, let's see about that


Charles here a new year, let's see about that
I'm here, you here, let's see about that
I hear you clear, let's see about that
I'm near you there, let's see about that
Are you leaving with him, let's see about that
That's a glass to the rim, let's see about that
Are you sipping on...are you sipping on
Can I have you here, let's see about that

And if all acquaintance be forgot
Let me hear that 40 cal lick a shot like
Blaka, blaka
Blaka, blaka

And if all acquaintances be forgot
Let me hear that 40 cal ring a shot like
Blaka, blaka
Everybody...blaka, blaka
Ring them shots off

Fuck!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Crawling

[Verse 1]
I am the ace of rap, there is none higher
Fuck Charles Hamilton, call me sire
I am not hot, boy, call me fire
Matter fact fuck that, call me Pryor
I live then I spit it, don't call me liar
Put the pedal to the metal, burning all 3 tires
Last one safe cause this is a good year
Y'all niggas want the truth, y'all nigaas should look here
Team Captain, mascot, back with mean rapping
Aline Juan (?) if I get on, he's blacking
The beat's crack so imma rock it, Steve back it
2000, you wyling, you need practice
Hakuna Matata, my music is proper
I do what I gotta with the music so you dudes is just nada
Spit crack, your iPod moving my product
Another level from the devil, ain't no use for the Prada

[Hook]
Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
Show me what's it for

Never give up
Never give in
Never surrender

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer

[Verse 2]
People wanna know about the bitches I've fucked
Dignified sluts
In church every Sunday but licking my nuts
Monday through Saturday lift they thighs up
Get a nice nut then I zip my fly up
But I ain't dumb enough to be getting tied up
These hoes need a reason to hit my wife up
Grip my life up, can't they think?
They man ain't thinking, they ain't living like us
Claiming they feel some but they chill
When they get exposed on tape by St.Bill
Little Charles Hamiltons painted they grill
Cubans or corny hoes, they just ain't real
Your girl is a permanent freak, got sperm on her cheek
Rub burns on her knees,
Ask her why, she like...

I've been crawling in the dark, looking for the answer

[Hook]
Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
Show me what's it for

Never give up
Never give in
Never surrender

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer

[Verse 3]
I came for the throne
My name will be known
I hate being told either maybe or no
The game's getting old
I'm making it over
Bring pain to your dome like razor Ramone
Lady Luck is a slut, got brain from the hoe
Came in her throat, told the dame to go home
Rap Johnny Storm with the flames that I throw
Don't sit there looking like you ain't really know
Addicting sentences, cocaine in the flow
Listen, too much if for your brain or your nose
My music, I use it, Rick James with the flow
Smacking y'all Murphy's with the same little joke
What did the five finger's say to the face?
Fuck that, what did the Hamilton say to the bass?
Smack!
I got them dumb vexed, if you just not y'all
The future's in my balls and I ain't come yet so...

[Hook]
Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
Show me what's it for

Never give up
Never give in
Never surrender

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
Show me what's it for

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

DSW


[Verse 1]
Meet me at Starbucks, 125th and Lenox
Can't wait to see you, I ain't seen you in a minute
You grab a Cappuccino, I grab a Latte
Ironic on this rather hot day
Your outfit give me thoughts that I'd rather not say
But ask and I'll say I feel like acting out today
I walk from Lenox to Morningside
Come with me, it's a park, I told you that I'm a born guy
More than why I'm single right now
But as you could see that's right now
I don't want to let you into my zone, but I kind of have to
To make you understand why I'm not a bad dude
But in the eyes of others, I'm a whack dude
Could be mad true or they have a mad view
Walk with me to Morningside, have to...
hear my future thoughts that's conceived in my past shoes

[Hook]
Put your walking shoes on and let's go...
Somewhere odd, somewhere special
Somewhere that it's easy to let go
You feel that, then it's me that you should let know

So let me know, pretty lady are you ready to go
What, you don't know?
I'm ready to go
So on your mark, get ready, let's go

Let me give you what I got
Let me give you what I got
Let me give you what I got
Let me ...whatever

[Verse 2]
Ok, maybe it's cause I have a penis
But its hard for me not to glance at your cleavage
And maybe I'm more Quagmire than Cleveland
But I was born in Ohio, I'm used to soft speaking
Give me your hand, no it's not G
I'm not trying to make you hold my cock, please
Chill, your fingers are smaller than mine
Even if they are larger, it's all in your mind
You think your body's unshapely
Anyone feeling you is dumb crazy
But young lady, girl, woman
Categorize yourself
In a matter of time you're gonna have to decide for yourself
If you gonna live stuck in the mud
But the image is to stick in your head, fucking you up
Is it your past or women's intuition?
Maybe you will get it in a minute
Just listen


[Hook]
Put your walking shoes on and let's go...
Somewhere odd, somewhere special
Somewhere that it's easy to let go
You feel that, then it's me that you should let know

So let me know, pretty lady are you ready to go
What, you don't know?
I'm ready to go
So on your mark, get ready, let's go

Let me give you what I got
Let me give you what I got
Let me give you what I got
Let me ...whatever

[Verse 3]
I try to be where you never think a guy should be
Inside your secrets, why would you lie to me?
We can't kiss cause we're friends first
Aight, cool, but how can lips make a friendship disperse?
Question the humanity
It'd make sense when you step into my sanity
Meaning when I stop talking and let you respond
I feel special cause you letting me lecture you on and on
About what's wrong with letting it be
"It" being whatever we should be
So if ever we should creep, exploring
The pleasures in me reaching deep
You still know that you could speak to me, easily
Cause peace is sweet
We ain't gotta be loud about it
But you got a place in my heart, be proud about it
Got it?

[Hook]
Put your walking shoes on and let's go...
Somewhere odd, somewhere special
Somewhere that it's easy to let go
You feel that, then it's me that you should let know

So let me know, pretty lady are you ready to go
What, you don't know?
I'm ready to go
So on your mark, get ready, let's go

Let me give you what I got
Let me give you what I got
Let me give you what I got
Let me ...whatever

*Outro: Voice Mail*

Friday, December 21, 2012

Heaven Can Wait

[Verse 1]
On the way down the birth canal I met Satan
He was in my mother's cervix just waiting
Said, "Join me or your death will be blatant"
Sorry Matt Damon, that's a Borne Ultimatum
My mother reached in and said "Sorry, God made him"
He ain't yours Satan, you must be mistaken
Satan told me what a mistake I was making
That's why when I'm gone, my mom feels vacant
Life is metaphorical, ain't it?
My mother's a soft cell, so my love is tainted
School me y'all ballers, call me Mr. Macon
I sat in his class everybody hated
SAT English, but I didn't hate it
I used it to make my vocabulary dangerous
So every 16 is a Van Gogh painting
And as I stand here at the pearly gates naked
I say....

[Hook]
Hey God
I know you brought me here for a reason
But everybody down here is still grieving
And even if you let me stay here for a season

(Meet me upstate)
...

So let me stay here for a little bit
I'll be back up there in a little bit
Now this could be just a huge mistake but..

(Meet me upstate)
...

[Verse 2]
Take me back to Chuck E. Cheese in Ohio
Back to the basement in Cleveland watching 5-O
Back to when I walked through Harlem with my Bible
Sunday morning going to refuge for revival
Back to the day when I first met Howard
Back to my uncle's first day in Howard
Back when I thought only rappers ate carrots
Back then, V.A. before I knew her name was Jamarris
Nah, I'm ain't obsessed, not even embarrassed
Sorry for repeating your name, feel like a parrot
I ain't trying to smear your name, just venting
I got it all out, now I can go on living
But I can still see a lot of shit divot
So I can still see a lot of shit different
And with the extra time on Earth I was given
There's still a lot of things that's still missing, dig it?


[Hook]
Hey God
I know you brought me here for a reason
But everybody down here is still grieving
And even if you let me stay here for a season

(Meet me upstate)
...

So let me stay here for a little bit
I'll be back up there in a little bit
Now this could be just a huge mistake but..

(Meet me upstate)
...

[Verse 3]
If I could find a way to fly
Then I will meet you in the sky, meet me on Cloud 9
My destination is unknown
But there is nowhere else to go, meet me on the outside
But then I could find a consequence
Or it might be a lack of common sense
But when I meet those pearly gates
Will I tell the lord to wait?

[Hook]
Hey God
I know you brought me here for a reason
But everybody down here is still grieving
And even if you let me stay here for a season

(Meet me upstate)
...

So let me stay here for a little bit
I'll be back up there in a little bit
Now this could be just a huge mistake but..

(Meet me upstate)
...

Conscious

I can be your conscious
I can be your conscious
I can be your conscious

[Verse 1]
You got a lot of control girl
I got a lot of patron girl
I'm so lost in my own world
Let me take you with me, come on girl
This could be...
Another milestone in history
If you receive this kiss from me
You will instantly...
Be aware of all the little senses
We could be our own creations
We are both artists
Cupid is armed, then we are both targets
If lust is rap, then we are both garbage
And I just wanna show you what art is
Imma try my hardest
You got a man but your mind with God
Ever since you met me, your mind just lost it
So listen to me like I'm your conscious

[Hook]
Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Poison is just a boy and I'm not one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let your conscious be your guide

[Verse 2]
You don't wanna lose me
Guaranteed there will not be a To Be...
Continued but the end of this movie
Or a preview, what the sequel
We could get so high like crewly
Cause when we kick it you scream like Bruce Lee
I'm your conscious
You don't wanna lose me?
But I'm your conscious
Feel free to abuse me
That's what I'm here for
I'm over here, but I'm there more
Therefore, I'm the voice that you hear more
You hear more but you wanna keep me here more
But if I'm there more, you'll be something that I care for
Rest your mind pretty flower, you appear lost
Turn the music off, lady you could hear more
Not a dream, it's as real as it gets
Your body is a letter, sealed with a kiss
Let's read

[Hook]
Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Poison is just a boy and I'm not one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let your conscious be your guide

[Verse 3]
You got a lot of control girl
I don't have a lot of cologne girl
But I'm still coming on strong girl
And I don't wanna think that you're the wrong girl
Just listen to the song girl
I could get you higher than a bong girl
You're the lighter for the fire and the bong girl
Feeling lighter but the fire isn't gone girl
I'm so gone girl
So grab my hand and we gone girl
Passion in public, we'll stop caring
Hearing Jill Scott and Gil-Scott Heron
I got the bottle and we take a long walk
When we have a long talk till the song goes off
But don't get upset, it ain't over just yet
Cause you ain't even sober up yet

[Hook]
Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Poison is just a boy and I'm not one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let your conscious be your guide

Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let me be your conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Conscious
Poison is just a boy and I'm not one
Conscious
Everybody got, everybody got one
Let your conscious be your guide


Chuck, what took you so long? -K.M.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Hi! What is Sober Karaoke


[Verse 1]
You probably listened to my first joint
Like what's wrong with me
I already told you, I make songs for me
Some of y'all probably thought the songs are weak
The rest of y'all think that you can get along with me
See a lot of shit changed since I admitted I'm a Hoe
I got with Tiffany in case you bitches wanna know
SO if you have one wish like a Ray J song
Like a reggae song, I just kill em with the no
Oh, everybody knows I'm a probably lyrically
So these lame little niggas wanna get at me
Skip to me, I stand like an Eiffel Tower
In the lab you can't stiffle our creativity
Ours via me, Black, Mars, and Jerry
I'm a beat making beast, man it's hard to scare me
Yeah, sorry Mars but this time around
I made all the beats and spit rhymes and rounds
See, some say I talk a lot about myself
It's true because I never got a lot of help, see
Mama raised me, papa played me, Harlem made me
Grandma and Uncle Traime
God set my path and he never betrayed me
When I got lazy, the devil tried to slay me
Listened to rock and pop from the 80's
Pac and Shady, Nas and Jay-Z
A lot of things on  my chest that really hurt
So I gotta get it off and express it in a verse
Tell the story as to why Rebecca's in the dirt
To the messages in church, to the lesson that I've learned
And whether you cats know, I can be an asshole
Lot of people want my head up on a perch
But whatever it is worth
Music is in my blood, I'll forever put in work

[Hook/Outro]
And it won't stop till I'm deaded in a Hearse
I guarantee this album gonna be better than the first
And it won't stop till I'm deaded in a Hearse
I guarantee this album gonna be better than the first
And it won't stop till I'm deaded in a Hearse
I guarantee this album gonna be better than the first
And it won't stop till I'm deaded in a Hearse
I guarantee this album gonna be better than the first
That's why I got you saying....

Oh, and in case you wanted to know
Sober Karaoke is when you consciously bear your soul
So fasten your seatbelt, we're gonna go for a ride
It's a musical ride
It's not an album, it's an experience
So just vibe with me for the next album
Oiste, ya heard me?

(Repeats:
Looking at me saying daddy hold me
You just want that Sober Karaoke)

And I won't give up
This hip-hop is such a big part of the way that I get down

Heavenly Bounce


It's that heavenly bounce baby

[Verse 1]
She ain't never met a guy like this before
I got game, and I don't drive a '64...
Impala, all I do is rap and get dollars
If dollars..should come, she will get nada
Not cause I'm selfish or stingy or nothin
But she got me, her friends really in view the loving
Her man is a boy, I'm a Kindergarten cop
You trying to find a spot to hit while I be hitting all the spots
She likes to argue and I can't change that
Cause after the argument watch the champagne crack
Pop, whatever those bottles do
She got a walk in her body like the models do
And I love when she get hot like a barbecue
She get mad cause her anger is my comic view
So baby, let's do what we aught to do
I might be up in heaven, but my heart's with you
Now sing!

[Hook]
I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend

(I can't make out the rest of the sample. Sorry :/)
It's got that bounce baby

[Verse 2]
All an angel really is a little bit
Of this heavenly weed, just a little bit
And she'll let down her hair in a little bit
And she just won't care in a little bit
She could take to the sky with a little hit
Seeing stars in her eyes in a little bit
She could even get to know me with a little kiss
And you could take her back, homie I don't give a shit

We in the UFO, texting the piffy
A hard body ounce watching Sex in the City
What the difference between sex in the city?
Sex is a city, it's best that you get me
Trick question, go ahead, start laughing
What do I mean? I'm a living orgasm
I make you cum with the flick of my tongue
I ain't licking you hun, I'm just spitting for fun
Think about it

[Hook]
I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend

(I can't make out the rest of the sample. Sorry :/)

[Verse 3]
Please don't try to hide
You're all over the side
If you tell me a lie, goodbye
But I know you tell the truth
And our love is living proof
So let's go touch the roof, I mean the sky
An angel with no wings
You're way too fly for wings
Nothing else can rhyme with wings this time
So you ain't got to wait
To reach those pearly gates
Every time you see my face, you're high

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Scab


[Verse 1]
Said I'm too white for blacks
Too black for whites
So it sucked trying to find some clothes to wear
And it wasn't any better when I went to a school
where you were told what you're supposed to wear
So they all made jokes and I couldn't respond
Because...well, I'm not supposed to swear
He said I was a fag
Lose my mind when they beat my ass
Man, I was poned of fear
The next day in class, I would come in with scabs
And they would all laugh till i was close to tears
So I would stay to myself, play with my belt
But I wish I had a gun and a holster here
And I'd cry out for help
But when you scream inside, really who do you supposedly hear?
So at the school same old, same old
Getting punched and kicked in my nose and ear
And I used to think what if I died
Then remember that they really weren't close to care
So I walked around petrified
Cause I'd just gotten beat with a broken chair
And girls thought I was ugly and gay
Cause I didn't walk around with the dopest gear
One night I got sick of it
Tied a rope around my throat wrapped around a pole
Hoping I would choke from there
But it's like god said, Don't you dare
He told me to listen with open ears
So that's why I wrote this here
For anyone right now who's going through this

[Hook]
So if your self-esteem is low, then put your hands up
And for every single goal you said we can't touch
And for every single how that could withstand us
Say... fuck y'all niggas, I'm moving on

[Verse 2]
I went a good two years in high school
Without the fear of walking round pulvarized
I was actually rather popular
And I didn't fear a lot of people over time
And people listened when I vocalised my opinion
And watched me with open eyes
To top it all off, girls were giving me love
Trust me, I was so surprised
But didn't stop the devil
So when people came up hating, it was no surprise
I had a friend who had a little cousin who said that I hit him
And in turn I closed his eye
So the dude said, I know this guy
Grabbed his dude and said, Let's approach this guy
I mean I was playing rough with the kid
So it wasn't like he was telling a blodface lie
But it wasn't as bad as he made it sound
But fuck it, the story's over mine
So Alex and Eddie pressed me
And together gave me 50 kicks
They were upperclassmen and brolic
So each punch felt like 50 licks
I couldn't fight back, I sprained my ankle
So I walked with a limp like 50 Cent
But from the immediate damage all I had was
a couple of scratches and a blistered lip
Something told me to get my shit
And leave out of that school instantly
And that's what I did, took the 3 to 110th
And got on the 2 to central(?) street
Two goons thought they recognized me
So they rushed me and jumped me
Jumped me relentlessly
They hit harder than Alex and Eddie
And you know what they did to me, left me limping weak
Broken nose, swollen and overgrown
Can't see straight, my vision's weak
And over time the blood from my nose flowed
Under my eyes, making the (?) leak
Looked worse than it really was, pretty much
Every time I blinked, I'd begin to leak
And it was like elementry and middle school again
Classmen snapping consistently
And all the consistency was pissing me
Off so much it could've been the end of me
But it wasn't, I was fortunate
So I wrote this for anyone who's going through this
But it wasn't, I was fortunate
So I wrote this for anyone who's going through this


[Hook]
So if your self-esteem is low, then put your hands up
And for every single goal you said we can't touch
And for every single how that couldn't withstand us
Say... fuck y'all niggas, I'm moving on

Cause like a scab, if y'all keep picking at me
And y'all keep itching at me
And if y'all keep digging at me
One day I might just open up on you
Truly yours, Charles Hamilton
P.S.: Thanks for the pain

Homophobia


(The Boondocks)
Huey: I love you man
Riley: Ewww, nigga you gay

[Verse 1]
It must be the pink
Chicks love me and dudes kind of lust me I think
Either that or they hate
Which is actually gay cause envy is a vaginal trait
These niggas getting tight when I whip my wife
Either they wife wish that I hit
Or they ain't hitting right
I'm living life, niggas living trife
So they got more than one meaning when they say they ripping mics
I spend time jacking off to kissing dykes
In my mindsight it's a twisted little sight
I see they pink, I like the sight
So I wear what I like, my life is hype
I'm a straight man and a lesbian woman
The noba (?), not a dude that'd lie, but I...
Gotta wonder, why guys always wanna give me that eye
Chill my nigga

[Hook]
I tend to respect everybody
But every now and then, I gotta check somebody like...

Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

They cross that line, I look at em like
Ewww!

And then they get offended when I point and say
Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

[Verse 2]
I believe in civil rights, this is not a dead feeling
But when ___ beefs with Perez Hilton
You gotta wonder who's tougher in a sense
At least Perez don't be in public with his shit
Me, I'm an advocate for being yourself
I really don't see what is felt when a nigga's being it, well...
Maybe it's not for me to understand
I am the property of my woman, good and clear
She do for me what another man couldn't
Her hands on my wooden
I don't think about all the man in the hood
With the plan to make me not such a good man
Me and peace of mind just shook hands
Cross the line, to see an ass whoop can, could crash
Could land, but since you want your ass whooped
Me even responding to niggas is a bad look

[Hook]
I tend to respect everybody
But every now and then, I gotta check somebody like...

Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

They cross that line, I look at em like
Ewww!

And then they get offended when I point and say
Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

[Verse 3]
Looks like Mr. Pinky is the Biggie of the city
Diddy busy being pretty
Jigga getting jiggy with his chicky
Everyone else just keep it gritty
While 50 and Ricky just do this rap kissy kissy
What happens if he diss me?
I laugh and keep it moving
I don't have to beef with music, I just to keep the truancy
Half the people knew it
We just actually absolutely needed to prove that
The Huey freemen, the music, could do it
Play me like I'm stupid, then it's rabies that I'm spewing
Rating for the day that I be laying in a Buick
Shooting great fluid in my arm
Feeling so warm until this feeling is gone
Me and another man will never get it on
Call me homophobic, I just like to be strong
Only hot women know that my dick is long
So to ugly and fat chicks, that's why I did this song
Come on, who-hoo!

[Hook]
I tend to respect everybody
But every now and then, I gotta check somebody like...

Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

They cross that line, I look at em like
Ewww!

And then they get offended when I point and say
Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

I tend to respect everybody
But every now and then, I gotta check somebody like...

Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

They cross that line, I look at em like
Ewww!

And then they get offended when I point and say
Eww, nigga you gay
Eww, nigga you gay

Huey: I love you man
Riley: Ewww, nigga you gay

Friday, November 30, 2012

But We Made This Song


Check, check, 1, 2
Y'all already know, check, check

[Verse 1]
I'm so official, I'm the potential of dope
Cold as a cobra when you mix it with coke
Hope float, time flies, I glide
My right mind is boulder, unsober
Holding by the broken thread, the action of a sober head
I'm fly with baggage like an overhead
Any sign of crashing and my clothes are wet
I feel fine just splashing, I'm so in bed
Cold sweat breaks, no expectations
Paranoid nap, my manhood tries to have the boy back
Pure as the flesh under the breast under a woman's chest
I'm going under
But going under means going over the best
Trying to get that supernova respect
The dough, hoes, and the checks drown you
Guess the ocean is over your neck, who found you?

[Hook]
Nobody!
Nobody!
I'll be going content as a...nobody!
I'm a ghost with...no body!

I'm the phantom of whatever you want
Whatever indeed
I guess my soul is forever inate

[Verse 2]
I'm on my Maxwell house grind
So I really don't care about what happens outside
I'm my own man, so I know it's OK
To say I used Hcho and told him go his own way
He pitched me the studio, I drove to home plate
On the way scoop showed cause his flow is so great
And Woody spends his time zoning so hey
By the way, I've been sober this whole day
So many of my foes that flow are so gay
They won't go away till I throw then some play
Which is far from acceptable
Hard to be professional when all your coworkers stare hard undressing you
Ladies I feel you, you gotta see this shit
To be the man in this buisness, you gotta be a bitch
And I don't see a reason to be lying for a buck
Cause some label nigga wanna see the line and no button
What the fuck nigga?

[Hook]
Nobody!
Nobody!
I'll be going content as a...nobody!
I'm a ghost with...no body!

I'm the phantom of whatever you want
Whatever indeed
I guess my soul is forever inate

[Verse 3]
Hit up my assistant, what's on today's agenda
She said you're all vacation, mind your buisness
Feeling like I got the mind of Clinton
Getting mind while I mind my buisness
My girl going through my Pokedex like
"Where you find these bitches?"
I be tripping
I used to collect hoes like Brock and Ash
Till they eyes got Misty
Had to stop it fast
She'd a slide, let my team rock it
Bad enough my pockets had not a lot of cash
Charm did it, my third leg the size of a barn did it
And I go so fucking hard with it
Y'all get it, wish to be me
I'm the sickest GT
If its a whip that you be, you a Mitsubishi
So ahead of my time, my clique is B.C.
Prehistoric, pre-recorded, need some more then run it back
I'm done with this shit and I'm running rap
Charles Hamilton

[Hook]
Nobody!
Nobody!
I'll be going content as a...nobody!
I'm a ghost with...no body!

I'm the phantom of whatever you want
Whatever indeed
I guess my soul is forever inate

The Album is Perfect


Yeah man

[Verse 1]
I had a talk with the short white guy
And no, that doesn't mean that I snort white lines
Of course I tried to ask him how he been doing
But he was tight about the units that I've been moving
My album didn't drop yet, STUPID
The label still debating and saying they hate the music
Wait, excuse it, I mean they say it's great music
But it may be too quick to make a move with the new shit
I'm well suited, but Mr. Mathers is infatuated with Kardashian
And 50's talking about well...shooting
And DeAndre, well who gives?
Unless your phone rings, do you give 2 cents?
Cool it, I understand this predicament
Man when I get rich, I plan to initaite
How to stand in the in the city with Jack shit
The spitting pretty but grittiest...madness

[Hook]
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me

[Verse 2]
I said "Jimmy, how does June 23rd sound?"
He said, "Word, I'm down, spread the word round"
But the label keep dragging they feet
But the whole galaxy keeps asking for me
Mad as could be, Jimmy responded, "Spread the word round"
I'll be knocking niggas out in the third round
Or the second quarter, whatever shorter
Better sport a sweater or get a beretta ordered
Me, Dre, and Dilla in a jet across the border
I'm in the backseat getting....
Hey, it's not like I said it, I got smarter
Dead up from Harlem, keep my head up
And out the clouds when I'm marching
But so awesome is how I straight deck this beat with no problems
Like...
Kaiser uppercut!
Kaiser uppercut!
Kaiser uppercut!
Kaiser uppercut!

[Hook/Outro]
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me

I mean I read the contracts
What? Nigga I can read

Riding through the hood with my lady in a V-Dub beetle
The door fucked up but we ride with peace of mind
Pork fried rice and a SoBe feeling this should be illegal
But we don't give a fuck, we ride till the die I'll die
So mama come and light the fire around me
I'll be trying to chill but they won't stop clowning
I feel surrounded, but I feel grounded
So mama come and light the fire around me
I'll be trying to chill but they won't stop clowning
I feel surrounded, but I feel grounded

You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me
You won't believe what Jimmy told me

Rebecca's Addiction


Damn man, I kinda miss this white girl

[Verse 1]
He never had jungle fever till he met Rebecca
This white chick with a little special extra
Petite, cute face, and the sexist strut
Was doing real good in life except she messed up
And...not to get ourselves ahead but...
Her hunt to get the next drug left her f-ed up
Messed her head up
And all we can do is reflect and accept her
Guess what?
She was a virgin when they first encountered
There was mad nerds around her
She also had mad mouth too, but her words were countered
When they met each other cause they used words to pound her
They kind of grew apart as time went by them
Which kind of sucks, cause he should of been right beside her
Tried to guide her away from this deadly affliction
Instead he was a witness to Rebecca's Addiction

[Hook]
She's so high, she can't come down
So low, she can't get high unless she's high
So down, she can't come up
But drugs would help her fly

She's so high, she can't come down
So low, she can't get high unless she's high
So down, she can't come up
But drugs would help her fly

[Verse 2]
Before he knew it, she was guzzling Robitussin
He told her it was so disgusting
She said, "No it wasn't"
She ain't have a cold for nothing
Sipping on sizzurp
Like a blizzard, she was cold and rushing
Blood flowed through her nose, she was overbuzzzing
Became promiscuous, drinking Coronas
Never alone and letting guys bone her guts in
Sick hypno, get blown, and dusted
In the zone, schizo, twist dro
Then she got her meeting with cocaina
I know, I've seen her
Snort so many lines that her nose got weaker
Won't stop bleeding
Such a base-head that she gave head to feed the habit
Saying how she needs to have it, she's dramatic
And yea, there were people laughing
But that didn't cease disaster
When she got into crystal meth, taking two hits of x
Swallowed two then boo sniffed the rest
Didn't get vexed when dudes disrespect
She would screw them instead, damn
Mushrooms, uppers, percocet, downers, Vicodin
She's a nervous wreck
Ecstasy, LSD, heroin, methamphetamines
Up until her death at 17
I guess we'll never see if she would be the next celebrity
And he'll never rest, especially
Knowing deep down in his heart he has to tell her momma
Before the syrup he gave her a hit of marijuana
It's his fault

It's crazy cause everyone talks about crack, cocaine, and heroin
Who knew marijuana would be the killer huh?
Damn, one more time

[Hook/Outro]
She's so high, she can't come down
So low, she can't get high unless she's high
So down, she can't come up
But drugs would help her fly

She's so high, she can't come down
So low, she can't get high unless she's high
So down, she can't come up
But drugs would help her fly

And I'll tell you something else right now. I have the solution to the drug problem in this country. Nobody wants to hear it, but I have it. Not less drugs, more drugs. Get more drugs, and give 'em to the right fucking people. Mmm mm, cuz every time you hear about some famous guy overdosing on drugs, it's always some really talented guy. It's always like Len Bias, or Janis Joplin, or Jimi Hendrix, or John Belushi. You know what I mean!? The people you wanna have overdose on drugs never would! Like Motley Crue would never fucking overdose man, never! You could put them in a room with two tons of crack. They come out a half an hour later, "Rock on man!" "Shit, they're still alive. Fuck! They're probably gonna make another double-live album now, God dammit!"

I take music pretty seriously. You see that scar on my wrist? You see that? You know where that's from? I heard the Beegees were getting back together again. I couldn't take it, okay! That was the only good thing about the 1980's. We got rid of one of the Beegees. One down, three to go. That's what I say, folks. (Denis Leary- More Drugs)

Thanks for the blog rights Josh- Kevin Montano

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Green Lights

Just think about it
Flashing Lights, Men In Black
Men In Black, memory gone
Alright, whatever, forget about the original
Charles Hamilton

It's Charles Hamilton
(Yea Sounds)
Hey Kanye, thanks for the beat man
I had to download it, I only buy New York hip-hop on 9/11
CURTIS!

[Hook]
I've been the same since the day I was born
So it won't be long till the day I get on
Wouldn't you knoooww!
It's my time to gooo!

[Verse 1]
Feeling like a million bucks
Want me to dumb down for you idiots, tough
Hotter than a bowl of chili, it's Chuck
So just let it burn like Chili and Usher
I don't wanna have to really get tough
But niggas think they shit is hot, and really it sucks
And I ain't talking crazy, on that 50 Cent stuff
But y'all think it's talent, and really is luck
Me, I'm blessed God, give me his love
Me and him on the same team, it really gets nuts
I spit for four days, your bitch go both ways
Imma introduce her to my chick, we gon play
Not Ray Lavender, it's Charles Hamil-pink
My girl got your girlfriend prick, it's OK
Look y'all, I don't play football
But Imma kill them with the bitches like Vick and OJ
Lights keep flashing
Everybody asking, Is he gon make it with the rapping
I tell them it's my passion
So if it's meant to happen, nigga it will happen, that's it
Girls getting on their flashing shit
Thinking they can get me with their ass and tits
One happened to be my ex's best friend
But me being me, I went ahead and wrecked it
I'm reckless, headless, yes accept it
But she wanted to be the next to catch shit
Doesn't matter, you told me to get to stepping
You hate me too much to come and get your necklace
So now I eat scrambled eggs and regret for breakfast
I learn from mistakes, here's an extra lesson
Bitches ain't shit, and now that I know
I'll be damned if I get caught up for a bottle of mo
See a lot of these hoes are just hoes in the dark
Put some lights on they ass, expose who they are
Niggas is scared, you heard me prick
You be peeing on yourself like the Fergie bitch
Hah, you're nowhere near ill my man
Hip-Hop died, who's in the wheel? I am
And just for the real I can
Roll up with a hot thing like Will.I.Am
I dropped out of high school, dropped out of college
Dropped into the rap game, how 'bout it?
Hit singles, mixtapes, I got it
Classic albums, my run is just not stopping
Whack beats, weak lyrics, y'all got it
I wish y'all would've never met her like Carl Thomas
The H.E.R that I speak of is Common's bitch
Now I'm beating it, hence my confidence
Her name is hip-hop, and we engaged in a lip lock
Tighter than a Ziplock, later I will get top
Can't be in a relationship
But I can have fun with lady friends
Stacy, Nicki, Tracy, Recee, Ronda, Tanya, Kaycee, Evee
Trini and Michelle, Jenny and Chanelle
Nuby, Ruby, Ruthy, Charelle
Courtney, Sierra, April, Lina, Colina, Molina, Katrina, Ladrima
I'm not a playa cause that really ain't a good look
I just love the honesty box on Facebook
So don't poke me, I do poke back
I do hope that you knew those facts
Nothing really left to say
Best rapper alive a friend request away, now let's play

[Outro]
Don't press spacebar, not yet
I gotta talk my shit real quick
Hold on, let me drop my notebook, I hope y'all can hear this
Hey Kanye, hey don't be mad at me
You did that Rich Boy shit
Rich Boy was new, that's fucked up man
How you gon jump on that shit and make your shit hotter than Rich Boy's shit?
So don't be mad when I make Flashing Lights hotter than your shit
From Harlem nigga, we on so chess(?) here
At least not like the real chess(?) here, na mean?
We real niggas over here, uptown stand up, holla at me y'all


Lyrics by Kevin Montano. Thank the man.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Sega Music

[Verse 1]
We are not the same, I am Mauritian
You don't understand, I suggest you get to reading
About my people, Wiki-Pedia
We the only people that be speaking through the speakers
Sonic Maurice Hedgehog, no sneakers
But I'm running with all my blue features
I ain't depressed, I'm the color of the water
God is a woman and my lover is her daughter
But God wants me back, I don't get caught up
I'm not dying, cause I ain't even trying
Whoah, you don't get it, keep zoning
My mind is a hot line, yeah, phone in
Imma take your requests in a sec
But right about now, imma rep for my set
Mauritian Sega, and I ain't a player
Cause this is my game, you don't like it? See ya later

[Hook]
Who do music all day (Charles Hamilton)
Who do music all day (Charles Hamilton)
Yes I, yes I'm always making songs
Yes I, yes I'm always making songs

I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
Whatever, you get it

[Verse 2]
Pink is the color of life, the inside of...
Every single woman that was born with a vagina
Men are from Mars and women are from Venus
They Venetian, rhymes with Mauritian
I don't hit women, I love em too much
But, I remember when they said I cuddle too much
I puff a few dutches and I will forget about
But I'm sober, so how could you live without it?
This is my zone now, can you get around it?
Maybe not while I'm rhyming crazy hot
No Timbaland dog, it's your man Charles
I give a damn, not, I'm the fricking man y'all
Aw, Lord, let your hair down
Cause you're looking so good, I wish you were here now
So remember God's true gender
And the man was born was born 10th of November

[Hook]
Who do music all day (Charles Hamilton)
Who do music all day (Charles Hamilton)
Yes I, yes I'm always making songs
Yes I, yes I'm always making songs

I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
Whatever, you get it

[Verse 3]
Maybe you could say I do gospel
Or maybe you could say I'm too hostile
Beat up a track in the name of my lady
Meaning I beat up a cat, insane, cause she made me
Baby, you know I was blessed with a gift
No stress when I spit, cause the sex is a trip
If I left on a ship, see the dress and some quick
Blow a breath on my lips and next we would kiss
I ain't trying to get neck from the bitch
But what the heck, she's sick in bed, did you get it?
They call an instrumental a music bed
And that ain't got nothing to do with head
But I'm saying, these other dudes suck
And she don't make a sound cause she love me too much
Long story short, I am the man, you dig
Truly yours, Sonic The Hamilton

[Hook/Outro]
Who do music all day (Charles Hamilton)
Who do music all day (Charles Hamilton)
Yes I, yes I'm always making songs
Yes I, yes I'm always making songs

I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
I said, "You best best respect the way I do my thing"
Whatever, you get it

Yessir
I'm here, this game is mine
Charles Hamilton, Demevolist, game over
It's the last of the Mauritians, your ass ain't speaking

We are not the same, I am Mauritian
Yes I am, uh huh
We are not the same, I am Mauritian
Yes I am, uh huh
We are not the same, I am Mauritian
Uh huh
We are not the same, I am Mauritian
Uh huh
We are not the same, I am Mauritian
Uh huh
We are not the same, I am Mauritian
Yep

Lyrics by, Kevin Montano

Sophisticated Nicki

Fish and Chips for breakfast
Coors Lite for Lunch

[Verse 1]
Is loving her switch
How she switched from being a hood bitch
To a government snitch
Just a little jab so she could shake her ass
Get mad, come to the pad, I dig in it fast
Missing you nag, you nag cause you want me
And you've been nagging keeping the company of faggots
Come and run with me, Alone Inc.
Fuck with me and you won't be lonely
Now write, right, she doesn't write
I love the way she writes, she gets so fucking hyped
Yeah, add a little bit of swag and a little bit of dough
And you're a little bit to brag
Kind of dough I hold, throw it in the Jag
Throw it in the bag, like you're dreaming
And I'm steaming...
More lightning and fire than a dragon steamboat, are you reading

[Hook]
I was getting brain, booty off the chain
But I ain't making love to Nicki
Her booty off the chain and I'm getting brain
But I ain't making love to Nicki
Her booty off the chain and I'm getting brain
But I ain't getting love from Nicki

[Verse 2]
And the thing about Minaj is there's only one
So she can't be an only one
Golf stroke, yeah that's what I got, golf strokes
Feeling on my golf wang, therefore it's a hole in one
Your baby might call me Tyler
Oh my god, yo, call me fire
Charles is a liar, stroking inside of Mariah
All you other Richard Pryors get inspired
Punchline the last past 2012 years
Nicki I could use some help here
3rd eye, did you see that yellow light?
Time to be careful, time to stare at
The chick who gives you an air force airful
The air's full
I like the E, I like strawberries and kiwi
Take her to the island of Wakiki

[Hook]
I was getting brain, booty off the chain
But I ain't making love to Nicki
Booty off the chain and I'm getting brain
But I ain't making love to Nicki
Booty off the chain and I'm getting brain
But I ain't making love to Nicki
and I feel bad

[Verse 3]
Nicki Minaj and 3 nickel bags
Dollar bags, get in the cab
Put her in a cat, supermodels
Check Otis, I am the new Flying Lotus
The dopest, sort of like what Hov is
Except, shit, take notice
Even if I do take over
It's time for me to sober up this bitch
Nicki, give you a dime, me
Now get high, while you standing by me
My perfume is my cologne and I'm doing my thing
And I'm doing it alone
So the music just sings by itself
And this music is a dream
You are so beautiful to me
Who is this five, ooh I am so alive
S-O and I, and you know my name, so hi

[Hook]
Her booty off the chain and I'm getting brain
But I ain't making love to Nicki
Her booty off the chain and I'm getting brain
But I ain't making love to Nicki
Her booty off the chain and I'm getting brain
But I ain't making love to Nicki



Lyrics by Kevin Montano.

New Romney


Early
A little too early
Ahead of my time

[Verse 1]
So the matter at hand was pro-choice
No y'all niggas got no choice
Jay-Z style, leave you with no voice
I'll be the king even with no hoist
Even with no boys, even with no voice
Damn, sounding mighty republican
And if I really fucked with your man
And the man the man who's fucking with the land
I probably be the guy in the
W-H-I-T-E House
But no
You ain't got no mouth
Ever since you put your ballot up
Who you marrying? What the fuck?
This is not a game, it's your life
But the game is life and I'm gaining life
I'm the gangster of life
And it's dangerous, I'm white
And you already know what my name is, right?

[Hook]
I decide what you believe
But you decide what you believe
Doesn't matter what you believe
Because I decide what you believe

New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)

[Verse 2]
White button-down, red tie, I'm an elephant
When it comes to running niggas lives, I'm a veteran
I don't really fuck if guy is the president
Giver, get the picture, relevant
Everybody saying, "Yo, you should be celibate"
Why?
Cause these bitches getting raped and they telling kids
That your daddy is a bastard, now he's a bastard
And he's the topic of laughter, what a disaster
Living in a country of which I own
But you get my poems with this hip-hop song
From a kid who already knows what you think
So his poems are deep and you so think the pink
Just another meaning, a different type of reflection
But when you see the red within
You will say, "He's your best friend"
Then he just exits, I be the best friend
You need to exit the pose, mudafuckers

[Hook]
I decide what you believe
But you decide what you believe
Doesn't matter what you believe
Because I decide what you believe

New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)

[Verse 3]
I have no swagger, iron fist
Think it's easy being me, go ahead, try this shit
Everybody was crying, dying with their fits
When they all...the world was on some Ryan shit
Well Ryan, you can be my VP
So I can make being me look easy
It's a rush now, isn't it?
Lust is a benefit
You ain't got the kid by choice, get rid of it
But not in this country of which I run
Don't make me have to get my gun
Don't make me have to get my son
Don't make me have to get my one
She's blonde and her hair's kind of short
Which means she gonna be here for longer
Than the hair of the sport
The sport is politics and who's in your hair
Another Hussein, but who's saying, who's running this shit, who's playing

[Hook]
I decide what you believe
But you decide what you believe
Doesn't matter what you believe
Because I decide what you believe

New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)
New Romney (Do it)

(Nicki Minaj: I'm a republican voting for Mitt Romney



Lyrics by. Kevin Montano

Beta Future

This shit come on made me laugh
It's Chronic the Hamilton
Halo the Hedgehog
This shit gonna be too funny
Let me see if i can get do in one take
Follow the bounce though

[Verse 1]
Hear the voices in the back of my mind
These fucking voices coming after my mind
All I know is that after I grind
And I grab for my shine, nothing's after my mind
Let that resonate in your brain
I'm dedicated to the game, you never making it rain
So leave the Donna, you, and comic view alone
I promise you I'm harder than Aquatic Ruin Zone
The problem, you should know
How can I separate the game from my name just to let the haters play
Charles Hedgehog-ilton, y'all get lost with him
All bets off, you're dead progress, awesome kid
Don't give a fuck if I go over your head
I'm nasty higher than a blimp, so when I'm sober, you're dead
Move star, two bars, I just screw ya

[Hook]
Think it matters that today is your day
Think I care if it going your way
Cause you don't give a fuck about mine
Cause you don't give a fuck about mine
Think you're important cause you think you know me
My only friend in this world is this beat
And the beat told me
"You want my future"

[Verse 2]
Thank you very much for being my friend
You ain't care for the beginning, but you seeing my end
I know you thinking that you miss my past
But seeing my end means kiss my ass
You giving head like lettuce or something
I guess kissing ass is your fetish or something
Well I don't care, my ass don't have hair
And I'm not a fag, so get your ass from back there
Or I'll shit on you
It's the new D12
A new female and new details
No 646, I'm a 310 killer
Went Hollywood, see the pink chinchilla
My bars are my soul and my beats is realer
The Pink Lavalamp is the recent Thriller, like...

[Hook]
Think it matters that today is your day
Think I care if it going your way
Cause you don't give a fuck about mine
Cause you don't give a fuck about mine
Think you're important cause you think you know me
My only friend in this world is this beat
And the beat told me
"You want my future"


Lyrics by Kevin Montano.

The Fifth Element

Yo Harlem, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go back to St. Claire

[Verse 1]
Just one lover, uptown brother
Got my baby, flow kind of heavy
Underway lover
Ain't nobody fucking with this dark-skinned brother
Dark-skined but tanned, dark in my hands
Darkness surround but darkness is landing
Right now I'm standing...
In a position they've been trying to put your man in
Who your man friend? I mean your boyfriend
If you listen to me, this good thing is poison
These are your choices: You could get with a loser
Or get with the dude who be whistling fluture
And I don't mean like a Drake single
I mean the dude who could break single women in half
Like at the half before the gunshot
Or after the aftermath of one

[Hook]
And when I pull that fucker out
It attracts the gold diggers
With them big old jellies, smuckered out
Make Charles wanna tuck it in

But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it

[Verse 2]
Grand-mama love me, I got a fuck buddy
Second grade, all these bitches call me ugly
Used to cry tears standing next to my cubby
Then I go to sleep and all these bitches say they love me
What, you wanna hug me?
Be honest, would you fuck me?
Even though I don't be walking the streets all thuggy
Looking at my jersey, probably dirty
Or from the Salvation Army, yeah, you heard me
Throwback plumber, bitch give me your number
Imma go inside and young her, I'm a plumber
You can get the plunger after Lewima
Jesus, Imma hit it raw then I skeeze her
Yo, be cum or a princess, incest
If I wanna be the king, just in case
And just ingest a nut in your face
Then it comes on your chest, it's still gonna be a dress

[Hook]
And when I pull that fucker out
It attracts the gold diggers
With them big old jellies, smuckered out
Make Charles wanna tuck it in

But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it

[Verse 3]
See me with my black nail polish
Still I'm Sonic
Honestly I'm gothic
Hard to stay honest
I don't know, I got it
Poetic, Po -otic
History-onic, rap jabbing mnemonic
Even when it comes to me rapping, I'm retromonic
I meant the same type, but I am on this shit
And my momma is the engineer, but that's only if you go left
You don't wanna go there, so listen here
Here's what you need to do: Put your hand on my pocket
And if I don't want you there, nigga just stop it
These are your instructions, I am not fucking
With any bitch if she is not sucking
Literally, meaning her thumb
Meaning if she is not a baby, then she is not the one
And I already got my baby, so please come (cum?) from your lungs
Or come for your tongue, or let me cum on your tongue
Fuck it, I'm number one

[Hook/Outro]
And when I pull that fucker out
It attracts the gold diggers
With them big old jellies, smuckered out
Make Charles wanna tuck it in

But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it

And when I pull that fucker out
It attracts the gold diggers
With them big old jellies, smuckered out
Make Charles wanna tuck it in

But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it
Make Charles wanna tuck it in
But the truck got the 5th element like Tuckers in it

Hi Samus
What's going on fuck, I mean hell
On Facebook, it says she's bi...heyyo!
Yo check this shit out, I'm gonna talk over my hook and shit
Tell me why Simone Porter just hit me up
Like I know, I love her, she got me whipped
I fucking Koopa Kinged been through that shit
She got me whipped, had like an 8 hour conversation and shit
I call her ass today, she don't pick up, what the fuck man?
I'm tired of being whipped goddammit
Yo, anybody remember ever seen that Street Fighter movie
Remember when E Honda was getting whipped on his back
And the nigga was like not doing shit
Nigga said, I let my mind wander to other places and shit
Alright, whatever
Charles Hamilton...as a Street Rat!


Lyrics by. Kevin Montano.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

PhilDrewOznOprah

[Verse 1]
I need a Raven Simone, it's like clockwork
Don't need to say it, it's known, I might stop her
Like, "Where you going with a smile getting lasers jealous?"
So bright, no heights, who needs a paper fetish?
Some people say forget it, I say don't let it, bed it
Making a wager to lose the paper, mache the lettuce
Fade away and regret it
Come back to stay and kept it
Yayo motions stay emotions up in my face and wet it
My nostril dragon moving, my sponsors acting stupid
Got a track to lose it on... hop in the 'lac and move
Don't catch an attitude, I ain't done with blacking boo
I'm just saying, I just wanna have you too

[Hook]
Tell me what to do, I wanna know
What you going through, I wanna know
What am I to you
You're Phil, Drew, Oz, and Oprah

[Verse 2]
I need a Bonnie Hunt
Watch the mommies stunt
Opposite of what I want cause not so thick
but I don't want to get popped in the lip
Because my honey punches my throat
Rather sit with Honey Bunches of Oats
And rub my tummy with ropes
Wrapped in wire, Barbie stitches
Acting all retarded with it
Rap inspire all the sick and tragic thoughts inside my fitted
Magic fire dire, the sacrificial requirements
Happy and required to savage tracks
The instant I get them
Packed inside of a ladder hitting midgets back pocket
Ravage the choir women after I set fire to harmony
The hymn no placed in the arms of me horribly, horridly

[Hook]
Tell me what to do, I wanna know
What you going through, I wanna know
What am I to you
You're Phil, Drew, Oz, and Oprah

Tell me what to do, I wanna know
What you going through, I wanna know
What am I to you
You're Phil, Drew, Oz, and Oprah


Lyrics by Kevin Montano. Thanks bruh.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Krispy Kreme Intentions

[Verse 1]
Just to see if I got it, surreal knowledge
To kill college professors bringing that so called real knowledge
An ill topic, so you can't still logic
But it's still logic, so chill, got it?
I smoke way too much on a laid back night
The clouds were abnormally great that night
Way past life was a voice, who gave me a choice
And told me every day was a toy
Mr. Hamilton, this is your spaceship waiting
Currently piloted by J. Dilla's same music
Music saved niggas, you can be a hero
Use it as a clear goal
Fear no other man, cause any other man will flop
And you're chosen cause you're chosen and you can't be stopped
I'm a fan, I watch
So take these Donuts and go in
There is no way you won't win

[Hook]
What's happening to me, I think I can flyyy
[Repeat in backround]
(Call Dilla, I think I figured my mission now)
What's happening to you, I think I'm aliiiiiiive

[Verse 2]
If my eyes are the intensity of this industry
I got all of these pricks sick of me
A big simile is what life reminds me of, I don't "like" it
But there's nothing like it
You know what it is, it's t-i backwards
Be I from Harlem, need I practice
I fell off and I'm still at the top of my game
Ask Dilla, I'm a killa when dropping the flames
And I'm chillin while you niggas just copy my name
You can't do it, I admit it, I'm cocky, OK
I live in a bottle made of venom and vodka
You may envision my honesty
Taking niggas a lot of sick days to understand
It OK, no play though, real though, case closed
Same clothes for a few days though
With or without a deal, this is just how I feel

[Hook]
What's happening to me, I think I can flyyy
This is just how I feel, god I'm real
[Repeat in background]
(Call Dilla, I think I figured my mission now)
What's happening to you, I think I'm alive

[Verse 3]
Thought I told you niggas don't touch me
You made it before me, you're so lucky
You won't won't budge me, it's my realm
I held...the Olympic torch
Me and fire had intercourse
I came with the heat
I'm so musical that you can hear my name in the beat
Your dame want me to beat instead of..
OK, I'll kiss her gently and listen to Coldplay
That way the lady won't say I sprayed away
Kids that had Simone's name on 'em
I'm so fast I outsmarted the givers of brain
Now I'm trying to remember my name
It's an issue or a riddle
How I'm spitting the official
Missiles you niggas should listen to
Instead of the shit these niggas is giving you
Take a supernatural shit up in your living room
Y'all niggas is through

[Hook]
What's happening to me, I think I can fly
(I swear I be logging on to the Internet in an Unidentified Flying Object
How fly is that?)
[Repeat in background]
(Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now)
What's happening to you, I think I'm alive

[Outro]
Aw man, I'm only getting tight cause I can't blow shit up
I'm cool though. I'm cool, I'm cool.
I'm as diplomatic as I can be till y'all push the wrong button
I said all I had to say
Charles Hamilton

Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now
Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now
Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now
Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now
Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now
Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now
Call Dilla, I Think I figured my mission now

Lyrics by

Kevin
M
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a
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Anti-Up (unless you're down for me) [YouTube verse]


I am both the bully and the pet. I could be an exec. I grow my nails and paint them, poppin' p*ssy when it's wet. Lookin' for my ex. Push her in the bed. F*ck her in the bush, or in the tush, like she's in debt. Kush is in my head. Look at where I rest. Harlem 'till I'm born. Brooklyn 'till I'm dead. Ohio 'till I'm Dayton. SEGA 'till I'm Satan. God until I rot, and to be honest, I'm rotten, so whatchu' sayin'? My life is like a joke from a Wayan. Polemic and conceited, I'm Mase mixed with a Magan. And I don't mean Pat. I'm white like a bone. Tight like the hole I would spike, like I drove from the 5 to the zone of the other side of the guys hidin' behind clothes I don't like, because I'm "home". Jim Brown, Jake Plummer, spit rounds, take numbers, Big smile, Rick style, beat-wise, I'm J Wonder. Not a Jigga session. But with the blessing of Dilla's essence, and different questions as a sick professor, I sh1t on all of them. N1ggas get no chance. Hi. Rap-wise, I'm My Chemical Romance. Piss on the whole campus of spitters who don't glance at my spittin', and go glance at my image, like, "Don't chance it." Wishin' for h*es, wishin' for dough, wishin' for both hands to grip on my pole, or twist it 'till there's no b*tch who can pole dance it. Hood n1ggas know. Kissing Nicole. Kidman, Nicole. Get it? I'm so damaging. Sick with the flow, picking my nose, n1gga, there's no Hamilton. Anthony had to find the point. No, he isn't family. My final point. Noisy as my family with the Ryan joint. Poison is my Canada, canopy's the spinal joint. Deploy me, employ me, enjoy me, or spoil me, I'm the guy anointing writing guys who try to Boise, Idaho my stride. Mad potatoes with a bag of clips. If you nice, turn that line into a bag of chips. I'm Drake Manson, I'll show you how to bag a b*tch. I'm bad as sh1t, but being more evil than my dads could wish. Foot rubs every time I look up. Look, slut. It's from the rug. Mad space got took up. Republican stride, like I took it up the butt, But I look this stuff up with Republican pride. Who the f*ck am I? I'm better than Cool Herc. Eff it, it's cool, I bedded the rules, and never refused to do work. Now, step in my shoes, and who's breath will you lose? The dude who's better than you, and grew up to Cool Jerk.

Universe?

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Gauchos

[Intro]
Yo, I'm not too long coming back from Atlanta. Imma make sure Harlem
gets to snap dancing.

[Verse 1]
Harlem is my stylist, Harlem is my bully
Harlem is my veteran, Harlem is my rookie
I am Harlem's politician, Sharpton is my little nigga
Get high like Polo grounds, and I treat y'all dudes like hill figure
Drop a G stack and and Porta Bella, now I am world hot
Vans on, pant leg up, you see the girl socks
Spongebob boxers, you can kiss my Squidward
She might call 150th, the hero, and some swishers

[Hook]
Harlem on that new shit
Harlem on that new shit
Harlem on that new shit
Ain't nobody ready to see
Harlem on that new shit
Walking like a golfer
Walking like a golfer
Walking like a golfer

GAUCHOOOOOOOOOOS!
Not a game, it's a sport,
We can take it to the court, like...
GAUCHOOOOOOOOOOS!
Bobbing down the block in my Tiger Woods socks like....
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)

[Verse 2]
Harlem is my temple, 115th and 8th flow
Harlem keep me laced and angry, USA be grateful
Harlem got the classiest, rappers be the nastiest
Many races, pretty faces, landmarks, and Charles
Grant on the west side, Faulst (?) up on the east
Streets safe and dangerous, porter on the streets
Great support system if your daughter is discreet
Say it to her father's face, you're getting slaughtered on the street
Like...

[Hook]
Harlem on that new shit
Harlem on that new shit
Harlem on that new shit
Ain't nobody ready to see
Harlem on that new shit
Walking like a golfer
Walking like a golfer
Walking like a golfer

GAUCHOOOOOOOOOOS!
Not a game, it's a sport,
We can take it to the court, like...
GAUCHOOOOOOOOOOS!
Bobbing down the block in my Tiger Woods socks like....
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)

[Verse 3]
You see me live on 1-3-5, I'm chilling at the Y
I'm the reason there's no season
Why you grilling, cause I'm fly high
Maybe I can define the sky
Like S-K-Y induced with that K-Y now you are mine, Pause
Dawg, you know they bringing that slang back
And if you got a gun then I suggest that you bang that
You ain't got no gun then homie you ain't never slang crack
I just suggest you keep the peace my nigga, where my gang at?

[Hook]
Harlem on that new shit
Harlem on that new shit
Harlem on that new shit
Ain't nobody ready to see
Harlem on that new shit
Walking like a golfer
Walking like a golfer
Walking like a golfer

GAUCHOOOOOOOOOOS!
Not a game, it's a sport,
We can take it to the court, like...
GAUCHOOOOOOOOOOS!
Bobbing down the block in my Tiger Woods socks like....
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)

GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! We're...
GAUCHOS! (Oh!)



Lyrics...
By...
Kevin...
...
...
...
Montano!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Eddie-Lee

[Verse 1]
Doctor told my mother she was pregnant with a boy
She was hoping for a girl, so that segment was enjoyed
Cause she hoped for a girl, so she could know it was a boy
Over my shoulder with the void, so I know it's destroyed
What is it this time? Memories of hidden reaches?
Kissing and secrets of getting between
The visions are seen as the percentage of the dimensions of which we...
Visit, when we listen to the true shit of which niggas written
Bitch, is you kidding?
This is a ridiculous written
I'm shitting when I'm writing
So I guess I'm spitting when I'm wiping
If you niggas get to biting, I don't think niggas'll like it
Unless you sit on a shit diet, quick try it
So sick, I am
But my middle name sounds like a hit guy pickup driving
I am a Midwest baby, but step maybe
That's how I get rid of stress, crazy

[Hook]
I love my life, I love my love, but my middle name sucks
Deadass though
If I was me, horribly, Eddie-Lee
Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee
Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee

[Verse 2]
My middle name's cooler than most rap names
But a little lamer, so choosing a dope rap name
Wasn't that easy, until I found a perfect stage name
On my birth certificate, word
I maintain nervous, shame, shame
I heard the game
Hang with nerds who bang the keyboard until only one word remains
SONIC
Yeah, the blue guy is back
You die laughing, you die on wax
A big fucking candle, big ember straight leaking on you
The kick drums and Anna Molly tweaking on you
I spit dumb, brain is probably speaking on you
Haters is stupid you said, no more speaking on you
A Charles Hamilton beat just straight leaping on you
And my middle name, Rodney King beating on you
I go ridiculism when I speak with a sliver
So watch how you speak to a nigga, go figure, come on man

[Hook]
I love my life, I love my love, but my middle name sucks
Deadass though
If I was me, horribly, Eddie-Lee
Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee
Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee

[Verse 3/ Outro]
There's so much more to being the only one
Who feels the way I do, there's no escaping you

But maybe I should rest inside my cave of insecurity
And un- such certainty
There are no words for me

I'm never going away
Never going away
I'm never going away
Never going away from you
Never going away
Never going away
I'm never going away

I love my life, I love my love, but my middle name sucks
Deadass though
If I was me, horribly, Eddie-Lee
Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee
Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee, Eddie-Lee

What it is
Mike, Jose, Kilmore, Brandon
Lost another one of y'all niggas
Y'know, Charles Hamilton


Lyrics by, Kevin montano!

Motivational Speaker Was My First Job Of Choice

*It's doc-doc-Doc-Doc-DOC-DOC-DOC-DOCTOR DOOM!!*

(CHatter)
I bet y'all don't even know how emotional I really am...
*PHOTON CANNON!*
*BEEYOOO*
*IMPERIAL STRETCH!*

(Verse 1)
Just recently I did a song with my mom..
Now y'all know what the blog is on...
And you see where I got it from.
To be honest, I still feel dumb.
Feeling numb,
wanting to smile, remembering pain,
remembering change, still remembering my name.
And I freestyled when my mom grabbed the pen,
which is,
my claim to fame.
Migraine's, ok.
Please give me room to decay!
Let me remember some shit which could make me fade away..
from this..
pouting phase.
The "Moving Mountains, but I doubt it" phase.
My mom was smiling in my face.
Knowing my talent could carry me,
thousands, islands, without a taste!
Thousands of 'em.
Smiling 'cause I love her,
but do y'all love us??
what?

(Hook)
CARRYYYY ONNN!
Bunch of people talking, all them niggas playin', talking 'bout..
CARRYYYY ONNN!
What is y'all niggas talking 'bout, what is y'all saying?
IT'S GETTIN' HARDER TO..
CARRYYYY ONNN!
And even..
THOUGH IT MAY BE HARD TO UNDERSTAND IT..
Everybody say...
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!
Everybody say....
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!!

(Verse 2)
Wake up next to my blonde chick..
Like, being honest, I don't wanna live.....
She's like, you gotta be kidding me!?
You just got over this!
You gotta sober up, quick!
I'm like, NO!
It isn't the liquor,
it isn't the swisher.
Honestly, I don't fit in this picture!
I'm not who I thought I was!
I thought it was love,
nothing but a bought buzz...
What the fuck has humanity taught us?!!
Starstruck when I look at people who love me!
It's all Charles but,
there is the star..
Chuck.
But y'all don't care about the C,
you only care about the 3 and never care about me!
Staring at myself in the mirror so proudly!
Sarcastically I speak!
I pass it on the beat. *Charles Hamilton*
Action for me,
hear that clap then I speak!

(Hook)
CARRYYYY ONNN!
Bunch of people talking, all them niggas playin', talking 'bout..
CARRYYYY ONNN!
What is y'all niggas talking 'bout, what is y'all saying?
IT'S GETTIN' HARDER TO..
CARRYYYY ONNN!
And even..
THOUGH IT MAY BE HARD TO UNDERSTAND IT..
Everybody say...
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!
Everybody say....
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!!

(Verse 3)
I'ma be real, I'm afraid of Deadmau5.
His head is full of mirrors.
When I look at him I can't see myself anymore clearer..
than what you're hearing, right now!
Never understood his lifestyle.
Thousands, Millions, BILLIONS of people,
staring at him and they feeling so gleeful.
'cause they can see themselves,
and I can't see the people for themselves.
They all got domain names, so strange.
But I came into the game,
to remove..
your animosity, and anonymity..
of admitting to me you truly like me for me,
without gossiping.
Are you watching me???
Obviously not, B!
So, therefore, I'll go kill myself being sloppy!
Stumble onto a bed of spikes!
My head isn't right but..
every night,
I say I gotta...

(Hook)
CARRYYYY ONNN!
Bunch of people talking, all them niggas playin', talking 'bout.. (I'm Just gonna zone and sh1t)
CARRYYYY ONNN!
What is y'all niggas talking 'bout, what is y'all saying?
IT'S GETTIN' HARDER TO..
CARRYYYY ONNN!
And even.. (Yeah,)
THOUGH IT MAY BE HARD TO UNDERSTAND IT.. (YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHH!)
Everybody say...
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!
Everybody say....
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!!

CARRYYYY ONNN! (I feel like..)
Bunch of people talking, all them niggas playin', talking 'bout.. (All I do is think of something)
CARRYYYY ONNN!
What is y'all niggas talking 'bout, what is y'all saying? (AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!)
IT'S GETTIN' HARDER TO..
CARRYYYY ONNN!
And even..
THOUGH IT MAY BE HARD TO UNDERSTAND IT..
Everybody say...
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!
Everybody say....
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!!!
CARRYYYYY ONNN!!!

(CHatter)
I'm not made to diss so..
None of that Jesus sh1t, I don't need to quit!
Goddamn!
.......
CARRYYYY ONNN!
THOUGH IT MAY BE HARD TO UNDERSTAND IT..
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!
Somebody tell me what the fuck it is!
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!
CARRYYYY ONNN!!
The fuck is it???
CARRYYYYY ONNN!
CARRYYYY ONNN!
THOUGH IT MAY BE HARD TO UNDERSTAND IT..
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!
YA GOT TO CARRY ON!



Lyrics by

Jose
ISLA!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Dummy

Check, check, one, two
Turn me up some, y'all hear me, y'all hear me
It's Charles Hamilton! AKA Blogger enemy #1
Turn my headphones up, I wanna hear myself loud and clear
Hip Hop Game! Woo Hoo!
Sounds like my 21st birthday all over again
Aw man, let's get right into it. If I don't it this take, keep the intro

[Verse 1]
Ahhh, what a beautiful view, from the top
Now the spooky music dude is getting the dude from
who the news'll view as the truth
Stupid to assume because I don't groom
That I don't have demand over Pro Tools
I stand over every man going postal
Trying to get a glance of what Mr. Hamilton can so do
standing alone. So true
Shouts to Shanell, old dude
If you ever got a hidden view at Vibe magazine
Then she can say she knows you
Shouts to the sexy waitress at Noble
I got no boo, so your walls I'd like to go through
I ain't saying, I'm just saying
I guess I'm Super Saiyan like Goku
I'm just doing what I'm supposed to
You love her, wants me, can't have me cause she chose you
She looks like Velma anyway so I have no clue
Why you would go to the altar with her
Don't you know You-Know-Who pose true to how he steps in both shoes
I'm sorry, that was a smart way of saying that I'm real
A hard day of laying in my Major Pain is why Charles may get away
With saying he a smart Damon Wayans
Not to say Wayan that isn't smart, but I'm an only child
A shark amongst the Marlins
Stay away while my army marching
I'm hardly talking, fresh haircut, check my Steve Harvey copping
No photoshop, I'm a living photo op
From the place where you know you should be shot
If you phone the cops
I loan a lot, but I boned a lot of chicks
808 & Heartbreak when I Robocop this shit
I'm the best musician ever, go and cop my shit...
When it drops cause it's gonna be the hottest shit
You wanna mock my shit until you find out
That I got the shit on lock, so it is not a gift
I got it with a sniff of the umbilical cord
Niggas is whores for attention, so when I'm spitting it raw
I'm just pimping
I got a way with murder, not away with murder
So I earn it, not stealing, keep watching Simpson
He's behind some hard bars that's not mine
So open your stupid ass mind if you got time
These other niggas want that parking lot shine
I want that youngest in the top 5 type shine
So you could say my fucking name like 5 times
Candyman, my hooks will murder you and your blind eyes
So support if you want, but if toy Soulja
Step on the court, you get dunked, fucking dummy
And people wonder why I don't fuck with money
But got a lot of it, funny
Niggas ain't know I grew my hair out on purpose
Now that I cut it, they nervous
If I'm bullshit, they're bird shit

[Outro]
Charles Hamilton
Hey man, I ain't mad at.. I ain't mad at little homie, he doing his thing
Let me just tell you my peace though
Yeah I be in meetings where they say
Charles Hamilton, Soulja Boy
The only comparison is that I'm you last year with talent
(Laughs)
Ohhhh the bloggers are gonna call me an asshole for that
Whatever
I'm sitting on top of the world
No auto tune there
I swear I love on top of the world man
Can't take me from here
I'm out



Kevin
Montano
DidTheLyrics
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Musicsuicide

[Intro]
Check, Check. Yo Sha-Leik man, shit been crazy lately man. I already
know you know I've been having mad fun and shit.

Nigga Jimmy...hold on, let me light a bogie to this.
Nigga, Jimmy said, "You know Charles, I'm not supposed to say this but
uhhh.. focus on making mixtapes man. Get your buzz crazy as you can".

So I've been getting my buzz up and shit. And you already know I've
been running into the old FD hoes right?

Let me tell you something crazy. Enjoy this shit.
Mic Check.
Tell a little story while I'm lighting a bogie, dig it?

[Verse 1]
She told me she was with him for a good minute
Then she told me her name, not good is it?
I said, "Nice to meet you, but fuck is you talking about?
I don't read you." She said, "I need release from this beat
called a lame ass boyfriend.
Everyday is the same, that's poison.
I'm a free spirit, I need experience, vibrant people,
Silent ego." She's such a rapper, always so focused
"So I be fucking his homies, I know he don't know it"
All of this while I'm sipping my Rozay
I've been licked this whole day
I wasn't listening, no way
She continued, " He thinks he can sing, but he really can't.
Think he fly in pink, like he's really Cam.
Spits me all of his lines as if I give a damn.
I write better every way, anyway. I give him a hand.
Then again he do be hitting the spots, shit, not with his dick
I mean the grip in his pocket."
I interrupted, " Not to switch up the topic, but bitch why you jocking?
This nigga ain't popping.
What's his name?"
She said, "Charles Hamilton"
I said, " I heard of the nigga. He signed to star land and shit"
She laughed
I said, " What about him, you must love him.
All the fucking fuss about him"
She said, " He ain't nobody, he fooling you baby.
You gotta put his name then music when you Google him baby.
Other than that, Charles Hamilton Houston is displayed
By the way, what's your name?"
I said, "Music dear lady." Think about it....

[Hook/Outro]
And all this shit, all this shit I gotta deal with man...
(Consider this musicsuicide)
Gotta worry about these fucking rappers and shit
(Consider this musicsuicide)
Gotta worry about me saying name to motherfuckers trying to kill me and shit
(Consider this musicsuicide)
Yo Sha-Leik man, I won't go back to 43rd man
I can't even get high no more without stressing the fuck out man
I get high in that building, nigga what, 18th floor
Nigga, I'm gonna jump nigga, shit nigga
I'm gonna call this shit Musicsuicide man
I feel like I am music, you know I gotta do mixtapes and shit
I know Jimmy ain't tell me to not do music and shit
Nigga said, y'know what I mean, get your buzz up
What the fuck man?
These mixtape rappers is killing me man, and I just became one
Guess I'm killing myself now, huh?
Why not? Pull the trigger and shit, you feel me?
So basically I'm just smoking this bogie, you know what I mean
Get some cancer and shit before I grab the pistol right quick
Ya dig?
Sha-Leik, you gon miss me when I'm dead nigga?
That's fucking whack, nigga shook his head
Nigga know I ain't dying



Lyrics by...
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KEVIN MONTANOOOOOOOOOOO

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Get On The Bandwagon

[Intro]
Just how, just how it is man.
Dead ass.
Lot of people be coming at your man sideways, know what I mean?
But it's whatever though.

[Verse 1]
First off, I love all my fans and supporters
My mans on the corner, to the man in the corner office
To the lady in the tan that be more than,
happy enough to straight land in the orbit
No man can stand handin' the torch
But, when a man is this scorching, dammit it's important to acknowledge him
Too bad the heat it provides
Isn't the same heat as these guys that we be dreaming of rhyme with
See, I'm a fan first
When I look at my peers
My wax builds up, look at my ears
I only listen to me
I got a lot of shit to listen to
My mission is to give you a non-aesthetic glimpse, at the realest
So you gotta feel it
Lots of road blocks, but watch me still get
what I've been skilled with, good shit
Look kids, I ain't looking to be in central booking
So why you keep pushing?

[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
It can't be something I said
Why you mad, at me?

[Verse 2]
Been in Miami had an oriental tele
Which is better than every single story you could tell me
Shorties wanna jail me to their panties
Cuz I'm very mysterious
And my plan is to be standing with Grammy's
I'm not a pop youngin
I ain't standing with Sammy or any R&B niggas giving they women the jammy
Me and my niggas hitting the road in a Camry
Performances, important shit, damn
Why can't you stand me, family?
I can treat my whole family to lunch now
These other niggas got their panties in a bunch, wow
I munch down on my plate of success
I make a mess, wipe my face and say my grace, it was a blessing
I can taste it
Take a minute, say my grace quick
My gracefulness helps me face my greatness
I hate the fake shit
I need a little love
Not fiendin' for a drug, cuz the needle was enough

[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
It can't be something I said
Why you mad, at me?

[Verse 3]
The flow is so retarded
That I'm fully aware, of all the thought that has the talkers all
pulling their hair, out
Without a doubt I found a lot about the way that I rain
I maintain that I ain't changed, but I'm been making a lane
For myself, and I need to be respected
I think I said before that I'm easily rejected
If not, then let me say it, then again, not
It needs to be respected that I'm in peace, indeed I'm resting
but, please believe that I didn't leave
See I ain't dead
I just been fed the knowledge to hop off the ledge
And float to the top of the bed, the music bed
Was that way too much? Take a Sudafed
My music is so dope I can sue the Feds,
For trying to trying to outproduce my meds
This little dude's a vet, did you forget?
It's Charles Hamilton

[Hook]
Something about this time of year
I notice that the love is gone
And the hate is strong
Just tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
Was it something I said?
Tell me what you mad for
It can't be something I said
Why you mad, at me?


Lyrics by niveK onatnoM

Freshman Orientation

[Verse 1]
My face gotta look familiar so,
I don't conceal my face, keep it real fa'sho
Even though a lot of cats wanna steal the flow,
I still will glow, infinite kill the no
-i-s-e, I'm blessed to be
In my fly ride, sky high, time let me
Exaggerate, I ain't pushing a Beamer
I be in my rhyme book writing hooks in the meanest
Genius bars, any book that I be in,
Will see me as a dream and king dean of every school you can teach in
Rules from the deacons
Get overruled when I peep them
And I don't think they cool, tell 'em "keep them"
Far from a loser, I move with distinction
Dude in the pink be abusing the ink pen
Safe to say that I'm, safe to say that I'm

[Hook]
It's great to be here (Great to be here)
It's great to be here in your arms (Back where I belong)
Baby, baby, baby, baby oh!
It's great to be here oooh! (Great to be here)
It's great to be here in your arms (Back where I belong)
Yeaaaah!

[Verse 2]
Hate it or hate it a lot, I'll make my way to the top
So this is to the haters making paper a lot
I lay in my place spaced out
Making a way to break away from the day to day
Without, shaking the pavement, okay?
So maybe when I blatantly say to stay away
You'll understand that that's because I'm sick of what the haters say
And I ain't tryina snap at all, after all
Charles didn't get picked out in a casting call
Any auditions I did will be depicting the kid
As something different and this shit is a trip, ya dig?
Nigga it's because my living's a trip
Being a listener isn't a hindrance, it's a gift
The difference is it will potentially give you a kick
If you listen to ignorant gibberish from these niggas
Wishing to get what you give
Spitting pictures into your wig
This is what it is, wish for something big... Ya dig?

[Hook]
It's great to be here (Great to be here)
It's great to be here in your arms (Back where I belong)
Baby, baby, baby, baby oh!
It's great to be here oooh! (Great to be here)
It's great to be here in your arms (Back where I belong)
Yeaaaah!

[Verse 3]
I don't even be wanting to admit that I be running shit
I'm gonna spit something sick that whether you wanna get it or not
You gotta admit that it's hot,
Twistin' my lyrics into shit that could make you wish that you were
still in a box
Pine box, non-stop because, why stop?
My mind's got a lot of time on my jock
Thoughts of a Cyclops, one eye looking at the sky, bright spots
The lights hot, the mic got a good pitch
Got a good chick, and all the haters look sick
And I look quick, I see the getaway car
We get away far from the place that we are
Currently positioned in, nothing more to say, thanks for listening
Goodnight
And I'm (Back Where I Belong)...Charles Hamilton

[Hook]
It's great to be here (Great to be here)
It's great to be here in your arms (Back where I belong)
Baby, baby, baby, baby oh!
It's great to be here oooh! (Great to be here)
It's great to be here in your arms (Back where I belong)
Yeaaaah!


Lyrics by Keeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiin Montaaaaaaaanooooooooo!

Come Back To You

[Intro]
I...probably shouldn't even wrote this song...cause our history ain't
all that great but you know...it is what it is. Take a deep breath.

[Verse 1]
After all the shit I went through trying to get you
My issue women ricocheted and hit you
I tried hard not give away my *uhhh*...
To any dame that sits with a pretty face and hips
But who knew you too would lose you cool
Quick to want to screw the dude, cute as shoes
Smoothest moves, but stupid you
The thoughts that Cupid threw were meant for the both of us
But it opened up your heart to them unruly dudes
While neglecting the musical, and by accident
The musical stay attracting chicks with the hugest boobs
One girl even said, "You so cute with this.
You should move with me and lose that stupid bitch
But ooh so foolishly, I choose to be with you cause you so used to me
And they just new to this, that's the way I want it cause...

[Hook]
I could find the most beautiful girl
Petite, cute face, and beautiful curves
But I ain't got nothing better to do in this world
But to come back to you

See, you could cheat on me, sleep with my friends,
Get caught, apologize, and go creeping again
I know that I should leave, but you see, in the end...
I always come back to you

[Verse 2]
I get tight when you insist I've been dipping and hitting...
Your friends, slipping like it's no body's business
Then you go on and flip, start throwing the dishes
Then we start arguing, groaning and bitching
Everything but the kitchen sink, we started again
Like a high school version of Marshall and Kim (Bitch!)
You hate me, I hate you, but we love each other for it
Never forged it, all real, no need to force it
And I will never for-get the times we had
You always wore a smile, I never found you mad
But we let the chicken-heads get ahead of what's real
And the player types that just came to pipe, done deal
And even though I moved on to new loves
The truth was what we had was true love (honest)
And though we talk like it's any other day
Still love each other, I won't have it any other way

[Hook]
[Hook]
I could find the most beautiful girl
Petite, cute face, and beautiful curves
But I ain't got nothing better to do in this world
But to come back to you

See, you could cheat on me, sleep with my friends,
Get caught, apologize, and go creeping again
I know that I should leave, but you see, in the end...
I always come back to you
Come back to you
I come back to you
Always come back to you

[Outro]
And for some strange reason I still love you
Truly yours, Charles Hamilton


Lyrics by Kevin Montano!