Lyracs Lyrics: December 2010

Virgin

Posted by Aa' | Saturday, December 18, 2010 | Labels: Gynophobia

(Elisa why’d you do that?)

I step in the shower only securing my dirt

Sure I’ve been hurt/ but hurt is purshed on the shore

The waves splash my heart/ I stay back and start swimming

I have a super natural obsession with smart women

The smarter you are the harder I fall

But don’t use your IQ to make my broken heart your haiku

Pride proves to be the fluid in my sly moves

Guys who try to do my voodoo get lied to

But when they work their magic before I meet the right women

I fight running to try to unright what’s coming

So whats coming / my virginity intact

The industry is wack but don’t match my wack tendencies

She was a virgin like me, I relate to her

On my date with her I made my move, in a horror flick

Bad times there, bad times are fair when your last try at love in this life was nightmare

So every night I stare at my ugly refection to try to find a love that is a blessing

I am an Oger deceased with the need to please

I plead with my dreams to send me the misses me

Then I wake up and take this lonely shower

With my clothes that hold me for hours

(i’m too afraid to be naked)

(Chorus)

I am afraid of the love I have for you

I am a virgin

Take your time when you love me

I don’t want this love to fade

One a upon a time a beautiful muse

In her light blond hair and her beautiful shoes

Heard my music and said she was truly amused

She just ate the apple enjoyed her view of me in the nude

I didn’t realize my nudity had moved

Behind the bushes like why is she looking

She touched my shoulder and told me to relax / before I could cry

She holds me in her lap / she said enjoyed your beautiful body

And she kissed my cheek / I felt a tingly sensation in places I didn’t see

She touched me somewhere I’ve never been touched / it felt so fast and I’ve never been rushed

I felt blood rushing down there and she look down there

And it all went down from there / as I tried to resist my eyes twitched and/ and I lost it

(Chorus)

I am afraid of the love I have for you

I am a virgin

Take your time when you love me

I don’t want this love to fade

My innocence gone / her mission was strong

Give me a new feeling for me to get on and live with

But as the grand implosion occurs

She walked away holding her curves like they were golden

She smiled / winked and strutted

I feel like I’ve been smutted / what your humans say nutted

I felt disgusting I should have known better

Didn’t want to cry but I couldn’t hold it together

Now my friends say im a whore

I’m just confused / I can’t trust her and never trust who wrote this,

Me / so to put you on notice / my body is as delicate as a lotus

And in my virginity garden you’re a locust

Love is for those who live life unfocused

And I’ve falling in it / crawling in it

Lost my virginity and now my thoughts are spinning

(from the top)

Lyrics contributed by Max, Edited by CHsamples

Voices

Posted by Aa' | Thursday, December 9, 2010 | Labels: The Pink Lavalamp

[Talking]

Can I be honest with you man?

I think I’m going crazy

For real

Niggas got me in my shit right now

It’s like I’m hearing voices and shit

Word

[Verse 1]

I’m not too sure but I think I’m starting to lose it

Reality is moving too fast for me to do shit about it

Patience is actually a nuisance

I’m picking up too much slack for me to move quick

So many areas asking me to do shit

All I fucking here is “do that for me then do this”

Sometimes I swear I’d rather be reclusive

I put up with so much crap because of music

These days killing me, somebody coming at my creativity

For peats sake please wait, each beat made diligently

I sample my beats but niggers can’t hold a candle to me

And I’m Lyrically Gifted, I dismantle a beat

Put two and two together, it’s a mantelpiece

Inside a chapel, I am the shit and I know it

But the better the music than closer the psychosis

[Chorus]

It’s the voices

All I hear in my head are these voices

Can’t run can’t hide, it’s the voices

Some deem in my mind it’s the voices

I can’t avoid it

It’s the voices

Some deem in my mind it’s the voices

Can’t run can’t hide from the voices

All I hear in my head are these voices

I think I’m losing my mind

[Verse 2]

My short temper is shortened when I’m faced with shit that isn’t important

I want to see the end of this horseshit, bullshit, regardless it’s a radio

Bunch of niggas are critics, but they don’t really know me though

Hit me with the okie-doke, you sound like so and so

I guess being different means you’re being the same

Compare me to Em, cause he is insane

The next best is Kanye, cause I sample and dress prep

I guess yes, but what the fuck do you expect?

Label to un-label, place them on one table

Make up your unable to break away from that one place they take you when they don’t know what to make of you

I been chasing this dream since 13, years later still don’t know what work means

Got a slew of ideas like a musical genes

But I still come up with my name for my first scene

[Chorus]

It’s the voices

All I hear in my head are these voices

Can’t run can’t hide, it’s the voices

Some deem in my mind it’s the voices

I can’t avoid it

It’s the voices

Some deem in my mind it’s the voices

Can’t run can’t hide from the voices

All I hear in my head are these voices

I think I’m losing my mind

[Verse 3]

See I thought of death in a sense of innocence and since there was a form millitance

That’s my frame of mind and I been in it since my birth

At funerals I would pretend that it hurts, but it didn’t

So I figure it’s worth living at first but I’m a quitter so the minute it hurts I’m a sit in that Hurst to be dipped in the dirt finished with all the sinners in thoughts and while the minister talks I rock the casket

Standing up, screaming out “Fuck you bastards” you placed me here

You and the voices you made me hear

Absolute silence, the crazy tears

I made my point; hearing voices caused my nuts to curl

You know it’s bad when you can’t trust your girl

Life’s a bitch, what’s she touching me for?

Think it’s time we had a fucking divorce, I don’t love her no more

[Chorus]

It’s the voices

All I hear in my head are these voices

Can’t run can’t hide, it’s the voices

Some deem in my mind it’s the voices

I can’t avoid it

It’s the voices

Some deem in my mind it’s the voices

Can’t run can’t hide from the voices

All I hear in my head are these voices

I think I’m losing my mind

[Voice]

The Greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist

Lyrics contributed by, Jason Morris.

She Speaks

Posted by Aa' | Friday, December 3, 2010 | Labels: The Binge Vol. 3: Charles Hamilton's Last Mixtape

Yea I know and

Bitch i do lyrical kegels

Giving pussy niggas a spiritual feva a diva

Your whole life is a fashion faux pas

No lie your stories ain’t imagin know why?

Because your style is a blind stylist

And my flow is my profile, its private

You can’t see it translation it’s quiet

Fuck a counselor, Bitch I need guidance

A just a Spanish therapist to give me woosah

Bad boys 2 style might use her

For her ability to see the future

I been looking at today since loser

In the marines I was a PT cruiser

My gunnery sergeant used to beat me too much

What up Tucker? Rough mother fucker

You and Colonel Collins could use some burning chronic

Collins was cool as long as I followed the rules

His daughter was hot but not gonna do nothing with me

I was a Lance Corporal, she wasn’t fucking with me

I’m an ugly

with ugly feet

Sucks for me, she would a fell in love with me

Now I’m stuck with belladonna and her fucking clee

N E X scared of Sinatex

N E S saint Jay playing it yesterday

Memories, bitch just get the fuck over it

Quick to get sober but no I’m going in so

Catch me at the super bowl

64 in zone using more syringes than an N O

Saints which means that I aint aint

Which means that I did

Which means that I hate hate

The reason that I did the chit that got me bent all out of shape shape

So mother you can never be replaced

Getting booted in the 718

Sick of groupies getting moody saying how dull is her drape

Whatever I say, I know the fucking politics

If you aren’t a not is to you it isn’t obvious

Till the pirate flag waivers and to all of my friends and neighbors

I thank you, my candor is grounds for a liquid pound of Mylanta

Ever conjured up question I answer

No I don’t have crabs, bitch try cancer

Diagnosed with my arm inside a rope

Calm like I don’t know but armed to die alone

Where’s arms? sitting around at the cat scan

Fat chance ill give myself a back hand

You fucking bitch I thought microwaves help

Fuck it remove the food ill just microwave myself

Mad at me jerkin off?

I like to play myself

Highest raising hell to the light of saint hell

Like that hell, are you not happy?

Charles has got happy and ya’ll just shot at me

Peter Gilmore owes me his life savings

I need to kill more flows that I might pay me

It’s a light day, day 4 of the menstrual

Stay for more it’s suspenseful

I may be crazy but ya’ll are in love

You all are in love with him

Baby baby Charles is in love

Falling in love with sin

I done been through everything

All the things I never wanted

Never had to hit the club

Not even the 700

I just want to realize something you can never tarnish My zone

Nigga you can never harm it

Bitch I got the crown labels wanna hit me up

But I do it for the love so I don’t give a fuck

I shave my head for it, hit Britney up

For the brains she gave me and I mean her mind

The loser wanna rest

Loser wanna rest

Its best I take a nap

Best I take a nap

Loser Wanna

Lyrics Contributed by, Jason Morris.

Moody

Posted by Aa' | Wednesday, December 1, 2010 | Labels: Autumn Harvest

Im not mad, i got glad and had a flashback,
mad gave top to sad and popped the ? in the glass,
tried to bag glad, and my past rocks to mosh back,
like any crack in the glass of what shatter will stop your life,
creatively a major league player on a beat,
repeated slayer of haters when laying disease on the base,
Heated when paying homage to ignorant asses,
but you see that im playing honest, grant and quit getting mad,
your bitch is asking for me to visit her in a hour,
she sleeps with you, but gets in the bath with me for a meteor shower,
leave her to flower,
see with you, she grew her hymen back,
while i get her hotter than a plot on the grass,
where you can find the diamond backs at,
thats arizona,
smashed so bad, she woke up in half of a coma,
had a mona moment when she grabbed my diploma,
actually its was my nads, so im glad it wasnt over,
she graduated to bat when i gave her a good review,
looking at the dude like ooh, woopty doo,
so, im the shit like a whoopie cushion liquidized,
picture the thighs of a diabetic getting criticized ,
If you didnt try to vision it, then forget it,
like fixaden, im feeling better by the second,
shit doesnt affect me, well, not directly,
unless a becky or a lesley says im sexy.

take a look at the camera and say cheese (x4)
Only thing that hold me down is my leather (x2)
Im the nerd thats cooler than fonzy (x2)
eyyy.

Look, now i got a call log of who are yall?
may god applaud yall, but all yall that call charles,
with your off the wall thoughts, and repeated wishes for someones demise,
is only heating me getting pissed at the sunrise,
thunder times, and pummels the mind of the umbrella list,
hung fellas get unroped when i come celibate,
meaning niggas cpuldnt fuck with me if i let them hit,
i mean the niggas im stuck with being a pleasant trip to stumble upon,
i dress like a bum, cause on songs i talk with a hundred bunnies and thongs, longing for money,
i keep strong, cause im hungry, and i only eat real bitches,
the dormer evolver, the dream of a clitoris,
Obscene, but who gives a shit? were all a-dults,
even thirteen year old freaks talking all retarded on maury,
they wana get pregnant? die from a bar of mine,
find your daughter crawling on the borderline,
the line before i slaughtered your poor mind,
for crossing the line between being fine, and eeesh!
now i can finally speak,
the lie detector test shows, that hoes get pet when i let go,
of respect and direct to x n o my testicles,
so i never let them go, down, so loud there mouths go up so proud with them flow,
profound, so now with all morals a side, time to get oral,
recite the line that brought you to the morgue.

take a look at the camera and say cheese (x4)
Only thing that hold me down is my leather (x2)
Im the nerd thats cooler than fonzy (x2)
eyyy.

more lyrics from:

Jason Blunden

Zoloft Woodstock

Posted by Aa' | | Labels: Autumn Harvest

Check it, Yo,
Crack another smile when i crack another code,
Rapping like a viper but happens to like soul,
This is a brick in my pyramid delivery,
Bitch niggas, I refuse to show chivalry,
Now i got more rivalries, then siblings,
Give a little ring to my civil nipple ring lickers,
im a kicker like fink-el and Einhorn,
An animal but __i know you thinking its my porn,
Nah, i straight go ace ventura,
making sure im tasting the face of a nature-al girl i adore, what?
play secure if your dating a whore,
But face sure has a way of breaking doors down,
when your dating for,
the kid whos say is blazing the ladies raw,
is saying you amy, so be safe when you explore, great.
a P.S.A is stunting like im jackies daddy,
exactly, im happy, sunny days get at me.

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)

Never been in a better mood than right now,
I dont know why, but i let the vendetta off the groove just bite down,
on the head of the clueless white frown,
i make better music when emotions are upside down,
I rarely show emotion, speak no louder sample, no emotion,
hold me closer hoes, and pros in poetry ,
had a minaj with adjectives and god,
had to describe the feeling of no plastic when inside her spot,
though i write a lot, the spot was the tightest,
so my spot is somewhere next to your hinus and imus,
Whatever the line is, i drag my blanket behind it,
A fat enough ass, you pass the dutch,
i smack and guide it to my lap as i sit, happy as fuck,
happier since god would be happy to fuck,
is that blasphemous? in laughter we trust,
she knows my heart, i confuse passion with lust. what!?

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)

Turbulence in my flight, the nervousness has reached the height,
but the height of my superbness vision is bright,
so i permanently would like to say, that ive earned the right today,
to burn the sight of what may cause me to cry at night,
with that said, give me some herbal relaxed stuff,
word to that stuff, germs are to sad to act up,
reverse, perverse to catch up, pack the verse up,
when you catch, cause the turbulence is just flights that are in the sky at the same time as us,
that have past us, with established laughter telling us to keep our asses up,
that could suck if half of us was trapped in prozac dust, just tryna keep from cracking up,
But, which crack could have you passing up the action of cracking up at the touch of a blackened verse.

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)

Marilyn Monroe Or Hope Witsell

Posted by Aa' | | Labels: Autumn Harvest

An actress with posazz and a fat lip,
from getting mad at the status of a bad chick,
who got casted, in a flick shes been asking to get,
since the passing of the script as she imagined,
unhappy she fastened her arm with the jumper cord,
and plunges forth, OD on life she dont want no more,
But not pumping raw up in her pores,
She wants to pour sweat, run to the set, fuck the corvet,
Of course the press n paparazzi was watching,
but she got stiff, now its time to get it popping,
Started taking box in to prepare for her last film,
But the crictics spazzed, said it was a bad film,
Her dad is filth rich, her mom dont feel shit,
so she sits still, the past tent of Jada pickets man,
Cash n depression is ever lasting in this section of america,
Lights, camera, action, Hysteria.

You are a movie star,
And the walk of fame is your every foot step,(x3)
Be my Marilyn Monroe (x8)

I knew this was going on cause she had me on speaker,
Nothing like an unhappy strong diva,
who is about to be madder when shes on the set,
hope she dont find out that its the blonde i sexed,
wrong guess is the premeditated reply,
we was separated baby, see, you ca- uh, i kept making you cry,
Now look, wait, we aint even there yet,
She wouldnt care either, shes a fair diva,
but shes madder than i ever took a gander at,
had to bottle up too, so i know she planning to black,
she said its not the role, its the principal,
i shit i know, but yo, you not invincible,
she said can it baby! this is revenge,
let me see this fucking director, this is the end!
and that bitch is gonna have a shit eating grin,
i know she be giving it to him, but damn im a ten.

You are a movie star,
And the walk of fame is your every foot step,(x3)
Be my Marilyn Monroe (x8)

I rode my bike to rodayo drive, tryna stay alive,
85 degrees in the shade, its major hot,
waving high to the fans to keep cool,
i been a people person since before pre school,
my girl text me..
said shes cool, but she was too smooth with it,
i gave her like two minutes, no reply,
then i got google notified, oh my.

lyrics provided by Jason Blunden

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