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

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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!