Sunday, January 29, 2012

Some First Single Type Sh1t

(CHatter)
Charles Hamilton.

(Verse 1)
I just logged off the twitter,
finished talking with all my niggas..
Or should I say fans?
Feeling like a B-Boy that couldn't breakdance.
I look good in this place, but hey, look, I'm misplaced.
The mainstream ain't me but it pays me.
May make me crazy like it hates me
but everyday the lady that made me
says "Baby, take me away from these angry,
apely, rich folk! Get home safely."
She don't care if she dies in the battlefield.
she just don't want my mind in the battlefield.
But I have a deal so I'm in the battlefield.
But my rhymes sorta have a feel....
I'm a Bob Dylan rapper, can't stop killing rappers with my honest, ill rapper skills!
That was real!
I hope this open letter has that certain mass appeal.

(Hook)
THE SAMPLE IS HARD AND THESE DRUMS ARE STOOPID!!
[Admit that it's dope!]
MY NAME IS CHARLES AND I AM MUSIC!!
[I'm living with hope!]
So since this my very first single,
I had to write a message with a jingle!
IT MIGHT NOT COME WITH A DANCE BUT I SWEAR TO WHATEVER I GOTTA COME WITH SOME FANS!!!

(Verse 2)
2-1-6 the birthplace,
2-1-2 the 'rise up from dirt' place.
7-1-8 is my workplace, working on me.
I ask myself, "Is Staten Island lurking on me??"
Maybe,
'cause I live in a world with fairies!
My girl is a fairy.
Not really but my girl is very..
Very...
My girl is Every,
electric but still very.
Many definitions, results may vary.
Off days are days Charles takes every last thought that was lost in a hard days belly.
Cleans it up.
Steams it up.
Dreams of stuff,
and writes the meanest,
toughest,
genius, public
scenes of what must be seen!!
Life through my eyes doesn't suck to me.
If only the Justice League could fucking see that the public just needs to believe!!!

(Hook)
THE SAMPLE IS HARD AND THESE DRUMS ARE STOOPID!!
[Admit that it's dope!]
MY NAME IS CHARLES AND I AM MUSIC!!
[I'm living with hope!]
So since this my very first single,
I had to write a message with a jingle!
IT MIGHT NOT COME WITH A DANCE BUT I SWEAR TO WHATEVER I GOTTA COME WITH SOME FANS!!!

(Verse 3)
Could've auditioned for 'Making The Band',
but for the sake of my manhood, I'm better off taking a stand!
And I ain't doing it to have people shaking my hands.Don't be mistaken, I'm never fake with a fan, but damn...
The choices I'm making are just a poison that's taken out of the water supply.
Sometimes it gets harder to cry.
Charles is the guy talking at night, walking with pride.
'Cause often the thought of time without me
is no other sort of thought than nonsense.
"Charles is a fly." I might be the flyer, depends.
Do you talk to this guy???
AWKWARD!
No lie,
some are stressed,
but some are blessed to see the photo of a sunset.
That's just God getting undressed.
Are we having fun yet??
It's just a single, the rest of the album ain't done yet.
ONE,
YES!!!

(Hook)
THE SAMPLE IS HARD AND THESE DRUMS ARE STOOPID!!
[Admit that it's dope!]
MY NAME IS CHARLES AND I AM MUSIC!!
[I'm living with hope!]
So since this my very first single,
I had to write a message with a jingle!
IT MIGHT NOT COME WITH A DANCE BUT I SWEAR TO WHATEVER I GOTTA COME WITH SOME FANS!!!


Lyrics by
J I
O S
S L
E A

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Facebook Group?

Check it out, it's like this but more social I guess. Join, chat, share opinions, and have fun. StarCHaser Central


Chuck Norris.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Barbie

(Verse 1)
She was the benefit of the doubt,
she gave it to me often…
Lately I’ve been grooving to her playing me..
AWKWARD!
Conversation was A and B until she would say to me “GET LOST!”
And I would follow instructions,
no talking.
So I found myself in another ladies’ cave.
The walls of her love would never fade away!
But,
when the score is not in my favor,
I rockabye[Rock a bi] later.
Smooth Criminal,
who’s rocking my gators?
Possessive of what’s mine.
Suggestive but must I…
protect what wasn’t mine to accept this???
She was never my girl, she was my Barbie!
Hardly feel retarded being a guy playing with Barbie.
‘Cause she’s as real as plastic and as fake as Mattel!
Cop her a Corvette and she will stay for herself.
But,
then a Ken who’s just as plastic as her,
could have what he deserves.
Then again, she’s what I’m after...

(Hook)
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] won’t like it when I call you my,
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] gon’ like it when I spoil you,
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] gon’ love me when I treat you like a,
BARBIE!
You ain’t even wrong, but you acting like a,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Like it when I call you my,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Like it when I spoil you,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Love me when I treat you like a,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
But you acting like a…

(Verse 2)
She said she wanted to flick hop…
Meaning watch one flick and sneak into whatever flick is hot….
Which is hot!
Sex and IMAX.
3-D orgasms, best way to climax!
‘Cause at the end of the film we don’t know the plot.
But people 3 rows down got over-hot!
Overhearing her moans and jean zipping,
even hearing licking like “NO, HE DIDN’T?!?”
Yes, I did, girlfriend.
CINEMA!!
Charlie LeBeau, I star in what women love!
She knew I had a Malibu and a my size.
Tried to shut my game down,
I’m like, nice try..
She all tight wishing I was not the right guy.
Smirk on her left cheek, a tear in her right eye.
BITCH, it ain’t my fault that I’m quite fly!
And didn’t Ken say I was his Sensei???

(Hook)
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] won’t like it when I call you my,
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] gon’ like it when I spoil you,
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] gon’ love me when I treat you like a,
BARBIE!
You ain’t even wrong, but you acting like a,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Like it when I call you my,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Like it when I spoil you,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Love me when I treat you like a,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
But you acting like a…

(Verse 3)
She don’t love me no more because I called her bitch.
Okay Miss, I won’t call you bitch,
I’ll call you Miss…
‘Cause I miss you….
And you miss drama.
Like Ms. Drama, tell the bitch to get honest!
But I missed you with my ready, aim, fire mood.
I lay with you knowing full and well I lie to you…..
I stay with you ‘cause I’m more than willing to try with you,
but you’re one of a kind,
and that’s kinda true…….
You’re a Barbie, I’m an Autistic kid.
I find beauty in my chicken-scratch penmanship.
So if my words appear as bullshiting words, you’re on your period.
Marked by a different curve.
I assume it’s a question mark on your oh so special heart!
Don’t start with me.
Either love me unconditionally,
or tap out and say you’re getting to me….
Uhn.
Either way you’re living with me,
‘cause you my……

(Hook)
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] won’t like it when I call you my,
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] gon’ like it when I spoil you,
BARBIE!
Prolly[Probably] gon’ love me when I treat you like a,
BARBIE!
You ain’t even wrong, but you acting like a,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Like it when I call you my,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Like it when I spoil you,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
Love me when I treat you like a,
BARBIE! BARBIE!
But you acting like a…


JOSE ISLA PRODUCTION!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Twittering About Masturbation

(Verse 1)
Imagine if masturbation captured Satan in a passion contraption..
Couldn’t be a savage, all the snatch he be catching!
Wait a minute.
Evil in reverse is what we do, and it hurts for me to be such a fucking flirt.
So much of a jerk, I get a rush when I jerk..
Blush or smirk when I think of a skirt that I fucked, and jerk…..
Not to call ‘em skirts but for all it’s worth,
they want my wallet,
and made me feel like they softest purse.
Just wanted to be closer than a man ever attempted.
I am who I am, no man better attempt that:
Removing me!
My stupid ego’s so auto-zone that I thought a poem would’ve brought it home.
But no!
Here I am, on the ledge again.
Stressed but, then again when am I not [gonna] need sex again?
Or a Cocoa Butter/Lacey hand stretch again?
Eff it then!
They imaginary, let ‘em in.

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!

(Verse 2)
The sight of B,
makes me,
kinda weak.
Thighs are like a Titanic iceberg and she’s Southern-hood!
Swear I could fuck her good.
But while I’m here and stuck with a wood,
dreaming about getting her neck up on it,
I gotta chill and check up on it.
What if a nigga jack-off thinking ‘bout my daughter?
I taught her not to go around the block more than once..
Hey,
her pops was a smut..
So I could give a fuck as long as niggas is not knocking her up.
I’m decking a nigga!
Respecting her wishes,
checking the niggas for at least not protecting the digger…
Sexing my precious and making a baby stretch up her figure.
Mess up her dreams, whatever nigga!
I’m a believer,
and deeper meanings behind I’m a, I’m a, a Diva.
Doesn’t ignore Vagina appetite.
I’m a rapper, right?
My mind is sad but bright,
Saturday night……

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!

(Verse 3)
The colder it feels, you know that it’s real.
So while I’m holding my steel, my lotion feels frozen…….
TMI! Say the people who just got it.
Fuck the buck, I make the buck stop it…
Paid 5 bucks for this bootleg Booty Talk and it’s worth it.
Do I really wanna hear a groupie squawk about how she sucked off Sisqo and Lord Tariq?
WHORE, PLEASE!
Your story bores me..
More whores on DVD.
Specifically just 4, please?
4 scenes and I’m forcing,
ALL YOU NIGGAS OUTTA MY SPACE!
Got some self-love making to make.
Niggas hate my music, right?
So I felt love making was great.
I feel like Michael Phelps, just wasting away,
‘cause of the crazy shit that I did in a day.
Shit, let’s just listen for days.
And all you haters, get off my dick!
‘Cause your grip gets in the way!!!

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!


LYRICS
BY CHUCK NORRIS
Sike nah, Jose ISLA!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Chex (Outro)

(CHatter)
End of the Binge...
3, ya know?
We already know.
It's only time to grow....
Ready?

(Verse)
Some of those that work forces..
are the same that burn crosses!
Starting from a "Z",
the new ZacK De La Rocha,
back to stay and say the facts straight and proper.
Considered a failure 'cause I won't give-in to a sailor.
Grinning impailed from a stick that ship sailed with.
Headed down..
Uhn,
Uhhn, Uhn,
Uhhn, Uhn.
Yo.
Headed down the funnel like downtown in the tunnel.
Sound getting pummeled when I hit the ground.
Stay afloat like a parade everyday when I smoke.
That Mary J gives me seven days full of hope!
Bullet holes in the montra of the corparate establishments collapse when we have to get it back....
After this it's a wrap!
The Binge need to retire,
the friends see that it's fire,
so 10 feet is required to bury the never-dying lit match...
Turn Forest fire!
A Kit-Kat and a gat that make CJ retire,
can't play with me Mr. San Andreas!
Ya man can play but my hands are getting geriatric.
Charlie Lemieux, on the mic I score a scary hat trick!
Like no goalie.
The beat is saying "Go Homie, OD!"
Skate around like the safety owes me.
CHL. No Ice and no owner owns me!
Praise to Gaga, we suffered the same.
Love game lovely dame, they fucked us, it rained!
Had me feeling like a sucker, me and Biscuit, when I was stuck in the rain.
Me and Chauncey when discussing the lames.
Me and Zeus when discussing getting pluged in with chains!
Me and Puff was sitting when interupting the plain thoughts and crushing what isn't being diplayed!
In other words me an my dogs stay discussing change,
treasury, therapy.
Hera-clease, Hercules.
People ain't prepared for these.
Very glee.
Gay means happy.
Happy means undefined, depressed until they nab me.
Wake me up, tap me.
Shake me up and grab me.
A kinda Rucker player but I don't get cut from the majors.
Grater the Greatest when being lazy with my statements!
Divine is the 9 I spent my childhood saving.
Spent time with my childhood savings.
The hood I was a child in blew up when I made it!
Time for the....
Uhn,
Uhhn, Uhn,
Time to find the detonators.
Those that guess instead of saying they know
so I second guess they pages.
Writing on they digital scrolls.
DOOM, depending on the mood I can defend the whole room!
Laws of Physics, Long Division, all simplistic.
The hard description of a bong and piff.
Bong water be some Pinot Grigio.
Please don't feed me though,
I pray, but I believe in the flow of me!
Deep in the ovaries I begin to go to sleep.
Wake up a baby and I'm teething but don't notice me.
So deep in like, creeping with Rosa P!
Like Ms. Parks stay seated.
I will go to the B, A-C-K like Basic Lay!
Not mispronouncing basically.
I told her lady to stay, she wanted to make a way for niggas to front legally!!!
She got locked 'cause the laws wanna beef with me!
An outlaw until the laws are out of laws!
In the mouth of broads...
Until they can't shout no more!
I play the 4 with my words, that's what the Power's for!!!
Talk about what you see, I will gauge ya jaw!
Lightswitch on ya lips, that's for mouthing off!
Funny how my lil niggas is now a boss.
Flower soft,
baking soda sour soft!
I tower walls..
foul to 'cause a power loss in those who see me shower,
and they claim that those are our bars!
Not even by luck like Powerball!
Scratch the ticket, that's the ticket, now you loud and wrong.
Niggas dying for fame, I stay alive for the grain,
to go against it!
These Hoes un one....
Uhn,
I leave these hoes winded.
Pixar can't get harder than this!
Create images and 'cause little kids to lose they smartness!
All for the green up in the market.
PBS for the world, narcissistic.
Because my target isn't to get all up in the biz,
but to be called it.
Capital "I", witness this.
Writing on a yacht, call it penmanship!
Still comfy on the train, no hindrance.
Cold innocence.
I rap on some Tom Cruise, Nicole Kidman shit!
No witnesses.
Gold-digging bitches won't get in the whip.
Me and my old niggas hit the road with a grin.
Modern day Animal House when I stand up and shout.
Privacy is a demon that stays getting handed down.
So I do what everyone does and just act clueless.
Knowing what it is I say "That's True?? SHIT!"
Black and Blue lipped from getting jabbed in the tooth.
Factor the bruises and my attitude is past being past due!
Nigga I'm tight like an expensive ass snare drum!
Hit the Hat and Pedal to the metal.
Yeah, one!
Skully or Fedora flow.
Playing Skelly with some gorgeous hoes,
or adorable girls I live doors away from.
The overtake and the undertow,
all you see(C) is H like a Hummer show.
H2 in the vicinity, wonderful!
My Porter humming to the beat 'cause she wanna flow.
I got her number like I'm cheeky when I visit.
All smiles, all the while I'm inside Piz-sist(Pissed)
Y'all get possessed, I give progress for you to PROGRESS!
Dying like FUCK DEATH!!!!

(CHatter)
Charles Hamilton,
Binge 3.....

Lyrics by Jose Isla!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Crush Proof Box

(Verse 1)
The vaginalist goddess,
Monologues of awkward promises.
Her mind was lost tryna decide between Diana Ross and vitamins.
Diva or a needer(Anita) of more fever from the board-demon speaking more heat than a whore eating pork seasoned with your fingertips....
Touch it deep inside and she arrives leaving eyes bleeding.
Only I have seen the deepest height her thighs can bring a guy.
Tried to beat and only got a "Mind to speak?"
A timeless freak!
Guidance I need when riding through the streets with a dime that's not defined by the least.. She's cost provoken....
Walking lonely through the halls of homies zoning off and hoping to be poking the queen for better thoughts...
Hold me, she thinks.
Groaning in sync with chrome posted.
Frozen in heat, beating the bones of old speech.
It's time she elevated her sequence in rhyme.
Never a favorite of weaklings, this whole weekend is her's.

(Hook)
She can walk,
She can dance!
She can be whatever if you give her a chance!
*Who is she?*
*Laughs*
*What is she, to you??*
*Laughs*

(Verse 2)
She keeps her prescriptions of secrets and afflictions in-between the scriptures of her picture book.
Get a look at this.
Doctor told her take a brake.
She opted to throw the break away and use the perscription paper as paperweights!
Wind could make her float if her flow wasn't major. So she stays atop the paper to keep the wasted paper from blowing.
A frugal slut but rude to love as if she blew it up!
Detonated her mannerisms and dedicated her grammar to levitating with the Hamilton record break when it's handed for letting the break breakaway is outlandish!
Kit Kat when a track is lip smacking delicious, for instance this track is flipping ridiculous!!
And this bitch has the wick and the lit match to hit the dispatcher with patterns of ember!!!
Temper, Temper says the tenth of November.
Lower the ember, descendants of the coldest winter......

(Hook)
She can walk,
She can dance!
She can be whatever if you give her a chance!
*Who is she?*
*Laughs*
*What is she, to you??*

(Verse 3)
Her menstrual cycle is suspenseful to a psycho but in the defense of mic whose life I'm ending tonight it's simple.
Symbols and rides of guys tricking they life to be the bride getter of the bitch whose riddle is inside..
Get between her thighs, interesting..
She's a guy, get between her mind's lines you'll see she's a dying blonde!
But reading too deep into that line is a time-bomb.
Too late for that, I may in fact have signed on.
Here's a case for the wack: Fear is facing the back, which means I face the future.
Seems I'm taking the abuse..
To do what may confuse the awakening of the rude.
Stay in school baby, detention is basically cool!
Don't mention it lady, it's school.
I hear it.
Perhaps me flipping the middle is a demerit?
Or perhaps such behavior is headlights that are deerless.
Connecting with the people is a near miss........

(Hook)
She can walk,
She can dance!
She can be whatever if you give her a chance!
*Who is she?*
*What is she, to you??*


Lyrics by Jose Isla!

Friday, January 6, 2012

(Do) Break Ups

Ayo I rap like I'm rich
Act like I'm shit
grab a mic to give a Satellite dish Arthritis
Rather an iCyst when I spit
I insist get off my diction
I enunciate, articulate
Demonstrate while y'all cant get it straight
My overseas chick says she coming to America (you know what that means)IN THE FACE
Dont follow my rules you will get replaced
No remorse, leave a bitch on the Interstate
but I'm a gentlemen, well a little bit
Intimate wit bitches wit women a little kid (haha)
cuz I can, I mean Its funny to
Psychology in reverse 'Dat what honeys do






GIRL YOU MAKE ME SICK I SWEAR I' TIRED OF YOU!
YOU DONT SHOW NO RESPECT TO WHAT I'M TRYNA DO!
*sample mumbles* It Dont Matter
*sample mumbles* It Dont Matter
*sample mumbles* It Dont Matter
*sample mumbles* Nahhh





a la la la la la la lalala la
(chuck, where you at nigga)(YO!)(Wake Up Wake Up)
Huh? What? oh, START THE VERSE!
I'm on the web so much I get on Parker's nerves
No car to swerve, I pardon her ass
grab the wheel of "Cause a crash"
we all on the curve
The Bubbles to the Mic trouble when I write
sit back like Fuck It cuz I'm right
The industry is like life in Gomorrah
old music the bible so I'm writing a Torah
I'm right before more luck, My life is a force but
Fork on the road, gotta knife for a tour bus
I'm so slow I tour-up a Tortoise
If this song doesn't make sense then It sure does






GIRL YOU MAKE ME SICK I SWEAR I' TIRED OF YOU!
YOU DONT SHOW NO RESPECT TO WHAT I'M TRYNA DO! but
*sample mumbles* It Dont Matter
*sample mumbles* It Dont Matter
*sample mumbles* It Dont Matter
*sample mumbles* Nahhh






I dont care how bad you are, you could be from Venus take a cab to the stars
Nice outfit, you sportin it honey
I wonder, did you get it with the Abortion money?
Oh, you didnt have an Abortion, funny
So I was making shit up, of course, Its funny(haha)
I'm writing this cuz I'm bored and hungry
and Cranky, Niggas should be happy they aint me
I spend half my time being angry
The Other time Masturbating to Amy
Oh yea I make music, okay 3
Switch but this bitch tried to play me
(play me)
(play me)
(play me)*record scratch*
(play me)
CHX





GIRL YOU MAKE ME SICK I SWEAR I' TIRED OF YOU!
YOU DONT SHOW NO RESPECT TO WHAT I'M TRYNA DO! but
(huthuthut) this T
(huthuthut) this T
(huthuthut) this Time