Lyracs Lyrics

[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.

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I don't want no trouble
Just writing songs

[Verse 1]:
Used to be a girl, grew up to be a man
Screwed up in need of a hand
Nothing but greed in the land
Creeping with fans only females of course
Boys are still yucky I see males and don't care
Stuck behind the keyboard writing with free nails
On my death bed writing emails
Business partners love my creative ideas but say please sell
My genius in the spotlight can be held so I
Sit ostracized making futuristic music
Moving with the groove of unusual tombs
Strange things like thinking rumors are true
My name means what it means but what's truer to you?
Rush, the crib plush with the beautiful view
But discuss what the beautiful view can do for you
Through and through I threw the towel in still scrappin
Pill packages are still thrilling my appetite

[Chorus]:
I need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you love ... that you love
You need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you need ... It's what you please
We need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you know ... that's all you know
So let's can stop and think about the music
Sit back keep grooving to the music
Grooving to the music x3
Oooohhhhhhhhhhoooohhh!

[Verse 2]:
I want to teach little girls to be less slutty
Just because he loves you doesn't mean to have sex trust me
Teach little boys to be the leader of the house
Even if the dad is there know what he is about
I wish the corporate world wasn't jealous of poverty
Jealous to stop believing when credit and philosophy
Stretch what cannot be seen and pressure it to not be free
Ever since the hockey scene gettin put in check
Been looking for respect whole life looking left
So right so I write my book is a mess
Mute button I press, take a breather
Never mistaking either ATM is a paper feeder
Leave it to me, the paper reader
I can send a free music fan into a record store paper eater...
Either that or just a great believer

[Chorus]:
I need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you love... that you love
You need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you need... It's what you please
We need to stop, and think about the music
The music that you know... that's all you know...
So let's stop and think about the music
Sit back keep grooving to the music
Grooving to the music x3
Oooohhhhhhhhhhoooohhh!

Lyrics by, "mr ramsay Lol"

(intro)
Yeah,
It's Charles Hamilton,
Mr Toomp,
It's not dj toomp no more man,
(laughs)
Yeah, goin in,
Ya dig?

(verse 1)
The undeground says Charles don't change,
but how can I keep up with all those names?
Big someone, lil uh hu, a last name that follows the letter J, man it's hard to seperate,
fact is that my bars will never stray so Charles is forever the same regardless of the hate,
critisism from niggas stuck in a split decision, is this kid what's up? Does he suck? Or is this nigga spittin,
listen up, give a fuck as I whisper niggas,
I'm not a jeeny, so you can not see me,
if you could stop dreamin then would you sleep at peace?
Then why would, you sleep on me,
Speak on beats,
what the fuck kid, Charles is crack!
Opinionated, the rush limbaugh of rap.
Hate it or love it i'm all over the airwaves,
my statements are public, the blogs know what they dare say,
I'm copying this one sounding like that one,
but it's the Hamilton zone homie, act 1,
you mad dumb I'm just trying to have fun, my cousin is the lyte get a camera, actoin!

(chorus)
You can do what you want
Can say what you say
I'm just tryna take over the world
You can move if you want
Today is the day
That I'm takin' over the world
I've decided to take over the world
I'm Hot, ya dig

(verse 2)
The label keeps saying charles polish your sound up,
You got it but we watchin gotta plot from the ground up,
So I'm in the booth busy broham,
Your a star fucker taking pics with lindsey lohan (heh),
No man, nobody in particular but I'm tight what people do for the lime light,
I been underground doing my thing for years,
So it's not mere luck that brings me here,
These new kids been watching me struggle, copy me,
And now they tight watching me bubble uh oh,
Denace the menace is spittin the zennith again,
The kid is rediclous, vicious when spittin the flames,
Who am I gettin at? You wish I be mentionin names,
I am that nigga, you'd be rich if I mention your name,
I ain't your publicist (hu),
I just get to snuffin,
But if I was do your home work lizzy grubbman,


(chorus)


(verse 3)
Ay yo Harlem where the heart is, Cleveland where I started,
Music is where I stay till I'm dearly departed,
Everything that you been hearing is garbage,
Either they think were dumb,
Or they are really retarded,
And I ain't saying that I'm nicer than most,
But when it comes to gettin on the mic, I don't choke, pause,
Most likely to flow off the mind when I go to radio station,
While cats spit rhymes that they wrote,
Half the time niggas know, but half the time niggas smoke,
Forget what they spit was on they albums,
That's how come, raps outcome is in jeopardy,
I just wanna make a change indefinately,
Thanks to Toomp I got a beat that sounds like a fuckin heroin needle playing through speakers on a pike,
That's why I got so many tracks,
My flow isn't crack,
Honestly I'm way doper than that,
Go in the bathroom throw some cold water on your face,
Deal with knowin that you ought to be replaced by someone who plays sonic and wore pink before a cam,
At least I'm being honest,
You bore me little rapper.

(chorus)


Lyrics by, Brian Romero(Sent From His iPod)