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.