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...
..
.


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!