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Rosado

| Saturday, August 6, 2011 |

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[Intro]
Yeah…

Such a beautiful color. Haha…

*whispers beginning of first verse*

[Verse 1]
Let me show what life appears like, when I appear in the light, ‘cause life is kinda light. Haha…
A bright shade to accentuate a nice day.
Positivity is thee only right way.
Like haze on an, “I need to get high” day;
Or like days driving by on the highway;
You get tired of the stillness.
But you’re wired from how ill it is, to see your vision drift.

Pink velvet waters is what I bathe in…
Day out, day in until the day’s end.
My days end, when I play in pink sheets.
With the pink woman who needs me. Breathe deep.
Let the pink air around you, surround you, and take you to the place where you found you.

Birth.

Every second you live.
Every second you breathe, is every second you give.

[Chorus]
Take a look in my eyes, and see what I see…
Take a look inside, and believe what I believe…

So pink is the color of life…
Live forever…
Live forever…
Live forever…

[Verse 2]
5 A.M. on the terrace; Admiring the sky.
The pink sky admiring this guy.
Why? The morning sky reflects me.
Why am I so fly it’s unreal. Why am I alive?
To show you pastels is the math, well…
Added up colors. Mixed in with lovers.
Most colors… Only cover moods.
But the color pink covers you… True.

Pink gets on your nerves, it’s under your skin.
Rub your arms in winter, and it’s summer again.
Birds hum in the wind. Heard someone pretend.
Hence, the seasons. Disbelief is factored in,
After sin, there’s forgiveness.
Feel free to act again.
A mere apology and respect.
As soon as Mr. Pinky accepts.
… Heh. Yes…

[Chorus]

[Aja-Monet Poem]

The sun bent its head
on my skin
this morning.
I could hear the bones of butterflies creaking in the breeze,
the breath of birds heaving into the heart of my ear.
my eyes whistled open.
the air still smelling of lavender smoke and wet leaves.

I turn to you
staring the lids
of your jarred pupils.

Your face is a naked desert
at dawn,
an ancient heaven
at horizon.
Your mouth slightly caved open
like an owling cow.

I smile,
blooming.

Because somewhere before,
i remember this,
this silence.

You sound of a starving angel
when you sleep.
You snore like a wailing forest,
my love.

I think of you
like a waking dream,
of your spine’s grip melted in the sand dunes of my palm.
Last night
your hands
sprinkled across my flesh like rainstorms.

And i can feel the sun this morning.
He is strong and gleaming.

Your eyelashes splinter
from the blow of my lips

rise and shine.


(Thank you to connerharrington.blogspot.com for the poem transcript!)
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Post-Lynching Ceremony

| Tuesday, August 2, 2011 |

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(CH Talking/Intro)
I don't know if I'm on my paranoid shit or what..
Fuck it, though..

(verse one)
It ain't a race thing, it's an I wish I could be in the same place thing
Should be a great thing but this race thing may seem bigger
When you're racing a crazy nigga
The black kids said I act like my name is Connor
The white kids loved me 'cause they thought I was a Connor
Black girls dated me not for the honor,
but for what seemed like all of the drama.. Maybe some commas
White girls either ignored me or took off they pajamas
And inhaled what was left in the condom
Here I am thinking do both races of chicks know the way they present themselves?
Or must they tempt themselves?
Fucking with me is like suicide anyway but when I'm not around they attempt themselves
What's worse is that these grown ass type mean metaphorically act like them

(Hook)
Post-lynching ceremony, cuttin' niggas off
'Cause I don't fuck with niggas at all, so don't call nigga
(The number you have reached is not in service..
The number you have reached is not in service..)
More than a word
It's like a mind-state so don't get irate because..
(The number you have reached is not in service..
This is a recording)
Nigga

(verse two)
Can't trust niggas nowadays
the sound of slave owner houses in the graze of all the house slaves
Outrageous before a pound of haze niggas will surround ya day
With a thousand ways to make ya go out ya way to suit them
I know there's some Afrocentric ass nigga out there thinkin' "I wanna shoot him!"
Listen nigga, niggas do nigga shit quick to get pissed when they do some ignorant shit
You tell 'em nigga means ignorant then they say some nigga shit
Then sit on innocence like they don't give a shit
Come to find out nobody was listenin'
Then they do some nigga ignorant shit again for attention
Just to be mentioned by niggas who really weren't listenin'
All from a word put in existence when you put it in a sentence?
You do the division..

(Hook)
Post-lynching ceremony, cuttin' niggas off
'Cause I don't fuck with niggas at all, so don't call nigga
(The number you have reached is not in service..
The number you have reached is not in service..)
More than a word
It's like a mind-state so don't get irate because..
(The number you have reached is not in service..
This is a recording)
Nigga

(verse three)
If Asher Roth said "whattup, my nigga"
I'd grill 'em.. Then give 'em a pound because I feel 'em
Unfortunately I know some niggas that hit the ceiling just now
Another nigga that will fill 'em with pistol pellets
Because of the feelin' that's built in
Now how does the English language expect niggas to be chillin'?
See a word means to kill it
Which is a verb that leads to fillin' cemeteries with innocent children
Racial equality may just be sedomy of the way that we've been placed in society
Maybe Geography.. All comes from a crazy theology
A statement created by other races to bother me..
Probably..

(Hook)
Post-lynching ceremony, cuttin' niggas off
'Cause I don't fuck with niggas at all, so don't call nigga
(The number you have reached is not in service..
The number you have reached is not in service..)
More than a word
It's like a mind-state so don't get irate because..
(The number you have reached is not in service..
This is a recording)
Nigga



Lyrics By Graphik
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Cable In The Classroom

| Friday, January 14, 2011 |

[Intro]
By now you should know my name
(Charles Hamilton)
Here we go
Im feelin good
How you feelin'?
How you feelin'?


[Verse 1]:
In a class of a few but I'm gonna excel
I'm gonna prevail till I'm numb and I'm pale
But way too much color to be covered in blankness
So I gotta show enough love to the ancient
What's fucked up is some stuff is pretend
And it gets mixed with the stuff smothered within
Plug it in plug it in get a fresh scent
But when the sin is gone, the innocence gone
Too strong ya nose bleeds to weak isn't a question
The end of a gesture but in every sense a protector
Visit a septic tank to get in the shit that he isn't getting stressed with
But the mere thought is reminiscing to a man who don't possess clear thought
The price of fame all the luggage that fear bought
Where you goin' with them bags and a bottle?
Reply going somewhere by you, andddd

[Hook]
That's just how it goes baby
That's just how it be baby
That's just what it is baby
That's just what it means baby
Take a take a listen to me now baby (x4)


[Verse 2]:
It's like a witch brute to listen to
Except ?? isn't as sick as what this shit could do
If you listen to the whistle you would trip into this little pool of living in a teapot
You're in a tee, some jeans, some DC's and you gotta whistle to yourself cause the beat's hot
You say the beat is nuts
I say you've been tee-bagged you finally get it and say please stop
C-ham is ill and if you take a sip of that you will see what I'm on
So nasty that my teeth rot
Are you following me?
Are you following me? ... Not
You got lost
Socks and draws I'm doing laundry
Call me when you want me
Want me when you need me
Want this to be easy? So do I
I want you to believe me
Been frontin' since the BC


[Hook]


[Verse 3]:
Breakin' this track in the places
So what you crack and make ya track skip
Is basically what happens when I break on the track
Paper relax I got my blackberry
Do I type fast? Very
But I write fast that's scary
Besides, the view of my thumbs is the truth
I get flashbacks of how my mind would run in the booth
And y'all niggas just ruin the booth
Super slow running and honey Winnie the Pooh-ing this youth
And who's the loser who can maneuver the coupe?
But only when imagining driving
So this rapping is wildin'
So fuck whoever is rapping behind him
Hamilton, Charles in front the accurate line-up
My fault for packing ya time up
With such spectacular rhyme stuff
I'm up, up and away
Go play, OK?
Just deal with me
I'm a cold day, Hombre


[Hook]

Lyrics by, Luigi!
Just kidding, Mario Rivera
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Three Pound Bullet

| Tuesday, November 30, 2010 |

[Verse 1]
I can't wait till the rodeo stops
And the bullshit I face gets thrown, it don't stop
I show and go no motive loathin my foes
Strokin' the hoes that didn't notice when the dough was so low
Yeah I know I'm so hot, but I gotta chill
I gotta knot at the bottom of my heel
From running shit and I don't wanna heal, wanna feel pain
While I'm runnin' this here game
Give it to me everyone is real strange, to the person that strange, be real
I may be ill but my ways are amazing
Take a vacation I'm layin' with a babe that feels that
I need to be protected by the navy seals
Cause I'm so precious that I may be steal
Well i meant stolen but when the kid go in
I attack your eardrum, with a kimbo hit


[Chorus]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy


[Verse 2]
If it's all love, cool address any issues directly to me
It's a bless you, and tissue type a transaction, it's just what's right
You like the fan bad shit fuck your life, flame on
My fire melts water when it's not frozen
Not joking, friends say I should stop smoking
I tell them all lick there lips
I got a list of 6 people legitimately I give a shit about
Them niggas figured it out, you violate me, forget it nigga, you out
Smiling faces of those who are on violation
Misery says, finally some people will visit me
So as you sit there, happy as a pig and slop
I live a lot, piss is a rock and a river of scotch
The drinking water is tainted, and all of you taste it
And all of you hate it, but it's all of your favorite hah


[Chorus]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy


[Verse 3]
Have I polluted your mind with the music of my, beautiful
I do it too many times to myself, to not be felt by the numb brains
Some days I walk around my house getting dumb brain
Until my sheets got cum stains that blend
On the dress of a lady that came to win
Or came when she knew that the game would begin when I came
And I vent about the day that i spent this whole verse
Try to articulate, as smart as I made accept myself to be
I don't respect myself, you see
Cause respect can make his neck come check for me
I'm a check to it, no checks for me
I'm a grown ass man being treated like a f-ing she
Quarantined from this sex disease, it's called love
So fuck it, load my existence
I'm still here, goin' the distance

[Chorus]
Loading up the son of a gun
Charles Hamilton
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Ayo
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy
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Baby

| Monday, July 19, 2010 |

Charles Hamilton..
Hear me?..

Good morning sunshine, did ya sleep good?
Since ya moved in here, do ya eat good?
Do I kiss good? Do I beat good?
Winter time, do I come with the heat good?
Don't ever wonder, I take it to the max
Well, I take it past that, then I take it back
Well, tell me what the hay ya make it that
First day I made up a rap, me and music made a pact
I promised that I would be good to she,
and she would do whatever she could for me
And I do know looks deceive,
but I knew what it was when she gave that look to me
Rest, questions get put to sleep
So when you hear the baseline, look for me
It's not that hard to see, It's all from the heart with me
Start to believe

The music told me she loves me,
and I believe her, cause I only need her
She's my baby, I'm her baby,
A supersonic baby, a supersonic..
A supersonic baby

Dropped out of high school, never went to prom
Too busy cuttin school, buzzin on the intercom
Whatever friend was on, and same high as me
But I was still somethin that I didn't try to be, me
So the music will never lie to me, I believe
Fightin sleep, cause that night we creep
All because of the rhythm that's inside our feet
We might just be kinda deep in the life,
But why do we try to breathe,
Easy baby, you killin me, my Lord
You shine brighter than a Billie Jean sidewalk
So even if I didn't have the mic on,
It would still mean I could pillar when I write songs
I say a song cause I mean my prom,
I'm still alive cause it's killin me to write songs
Which direction am I on? Am I on?
Oh wait, this is my song

The music told me she loves me,
And I believe her, cause I only need her
She's my baby, I'm her baby,
A supersonic baby, a supersonic..
A supersonic baby

Swimmmin in the groove, pretty women in the nude
Listenin to instrumentals get a nigga in the mood
Gettin visions of shit I didn't do
Cause the shit I did do is the shit I went through
So the inner visions of gettin the pictures
Of me just sittin sippin somethin totally different
I'm in and out a woman's kitchen,
I walk in the room and she assumes the position
When I finish hittin she gives me some shit to listen
Tube in my laptop, get to flippin
Get the pen and commit to her, and flip the sickest written
And it continues, yes I see ya starin'
With the M-U-S-I-C, I'm her man
And we been through the stress,
I need to plan for the big moves,
Bless ya'll, peace
And to the haters, let Charles be
Then again, bless ya'll, ya'll distress Charles

The music told me she loves me,
and I believe her, cause I only need her
She's my baby, I'm her baby,
A supersonic baby, a supersonic..
A supersonic baby






















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