Lyracs Lyrics

(CHatter)
Charles Hamilton.

(Verse 1)
I just logged off the twitter,
finished talking with all my niggas..
Or should I say fans?
Feeling like a B-Boy that couldn't breakdance.
I look good in this place, but hey, look, I'm misplaced.
The mainstream ain't me but it pays me.
May make me crazy like it hates me
but everyday the lady that made me
says "Baby, take me away from these angry,
apely, rich folk! Get home safely."
She don't care if she dies in the battlefield.
she just don't want my mind in the battlefield.
But I have a deal so I'm in the battlefield.
But my rhymes sorta have a feel....
I'm a Bob Dylan rapper, can't stop killing rappers with my honest, ill rapper skills!
That was real!
I hope this open letter has that certain mass appeal.

(Hook)
THE SAMPLE IS HARD AND THESE DRUMS ARE STOOPID!!
[Admit that it's dope!]
MY NAME IS CHARLES AND I AM MUSIC!!
[I'm living with hope!]
So since this my very first single,
I had to write a message with a jingle!
IT MIGHT NOT COME WITH A DANCE BUT I SWEAR TO WHATEVER I GOTTA COME WITH SOME FANS!!!

(Verse 2)
2-1-6 the birthplace,
2-1-2 the 'rise up from dirt' place.
7-1-8 is my workplace, working on me.
I ask myself, "Is Staten Island lurking on me??"
Maybe,
'cause I live in a world with fairies!
My girl is a fairy.
Not really but my girl is very..
Very...
My girl is Every,
electric but still very.
Many definitions, results may vary.
Off days are days Charles takes every last thought that was lost in a hard days belly.
Cleans it up.
Steams it up.
Dreams of stuff,
and writes the meanest,
toughest,
genius, public
scenes of what must be seen!!
Life through my eyes doesn't suck to me.
If only the Justice League could fucking see that the public just needs to believe!!!

(Hook)
THE SAMPLE IS HARD AND THESE DRUMS ARE STOOPID!!
[Admit that it's dope!]
MY NAME IS CHARLES AND I AM MUSIC!!
[I'm living with hope!]
So since this my very first single,
I had to write a message with a jingle!
IT MIGHT NOT COME WITH A DANCE BUT I SWEAR TO WHATEVER I GOTTA COME WITH SOME FANS!!!

(Verse 3)
Could've auditioned for 'Making The Band',
but for the sake of my manhood, I'm better off taking a stand!
And I ain't doing it to have people shaking my hands.Don't be mistaken, I'm never fake with a fan, but damn...
The choices I'm making are just a poison that's taken out of the water supply.
Sometimes it gets harder to cry.
Charles is the guy talking at night, walking with pride.
'Cause often the thought of time without me
is no other sort of thought than nonsense.
"Charles is a fly." I might be the flyer, depends.
Do you talk to this guy???
AWKWARD!
No lie,
some are stressed,
but some are blessed to see the photo of a sunset.
That's just God getting undressed.
Are we having fun yet??
It's just a single, the rest of the album ain't done yet.
ONE,
YES!!!

(Hook)
THE SAMPLE IS HARD AND THESE DRUMS ARE STOOPID!!
[Admit that it's dope!]
MY NAME IS CHARLES AND I AM MUSIC!!
[I'm living with hope!]
So since this my very first single,
I had to write a message with a jingle!
IT MIGHT NOT COME WITH A DANCE BUT I SWEAR TO WHATEVER I GOTTA COME WITH SOME FANS!!!


Lyrics by
J I
O S
S L
E A

(Verse 1)
Imagine if masturbation captured Satan in a passion contraption..
Couldn’t be a savage, all the snatch he be catching!
Wait a minute.
Evil in reverse is what we do, and it hurts for me to be such a fucking flirt.
So much of a jerk, I get a rush when I jerk..
Blush or smirk when I think of a skirt that I fucked, and jerk…..
Not to call ‘em skirts but for all it’s worth,
they want my wallet,
and made me feel like they softest purse.
Just wanted to be closer than a man ever attempted.
I am who I am, no man better attempt that:
Removing me!
My stupid ego’s so auto-zone that I thought a poem would’ve brought it home.
But no!
Here I am, on the ledge again.
Stressed but, then again when am I not [gonna] need sex again?
Or a Cocoa Butter/Lacey hand stretch again?
Eff it then!
They imaginary, let ‘em in.

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!

(Verse 2)
The sight of B,
makes me,
kinda weak.
Thighs are like a Titanic iceberg and she’s Southern-hood!
Swear I could fuck her good.
But while I’m here and stuck with a wood,
dreaming about getting her neck up on it,
I gotta chill and check up on it.
What if a nigga jack-off thinking ‘bout my daughter?
I taught her not to go around the block more than once..
Hey,
her pops was a smut..
So I could give a fuck as long as niggas is not knocking her up.
I’m decking a nigga!
Respecting her wishes,
checking the niggas for at least not protecting the digger…
Sexing my precious and making a baby stretch up her figure.
Mess up her dreams, whatever nigga!
I’m a believer,
and deeper meanings behind I’m a, I’m a, a Diva.
Doesn’t ignore Vagina appetite.
I’m a rapper, right?
My mind is sad but bright,
Saturday night……

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!

(Verse 3)
The colder it feels, you know that it’s real.
So while I’m holding my steel, my lotion feels frozen…….
TMI! Say the people who just got it.
Fuck the buck, I make the buck stop it…
Paid 5 bucks for this bootleg Booty Talk and it’s worth it.
Do I really wanna hear a groupie squawk about how she sucked off Sisqo and Lord Tariq?
WHORE, PLEASE!
Your story bores me..
More whores on DVD.
Specifically just 4, please?
4 scenes and I’m forcing,
ALL YOU NIGGAS OUTTA MY SPACE!
Got some self-love making to make.
Niggas hate my music, right?
So I felt love making was great.
I feel like Michael Phelps, just wasting away,
‘cause of the crazy shit that I did in a day.
Shit, let’s just listen for days.
And all you haters, get off my dick!
‘Cause your grip gets in the way!!!

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!


LYRICS
BY CHUCK NORRIS
Sike nah, Jose ISLA!

[Intro]

Night time, is the biggest onomatopoeia you can say.

HAHA…



… Uh.



[Verse 1]

Nights in the Palazzo.

View of the grove.

Taking Elle women on a tour, through my beautiful home…

It wasn’t long ago, that every song I wrote, was all in hope, that all the broke thoughts would go, OFF and float, like hallway smoke, when coffins row.

In the hood, it’s a coffin for colds.

No cure, but we livin’ to die.

Like dyin' is another form of livin’ a lie.

So we livin’ to live.

While we wishin’ to fly.

Envision the sky, kiss it goodbye, and listen to I.

We goin’ higher than the heights of average.

Afraid of heights? Take the rites of passage.

You never seen a star before tonight’s flight?

Midday is like a plugged-in Nite Brite.

… And all the other planets lookin’ type hype.

Like, “Charles, I know you ain’t forget my Sprite, right?”



[Chorus]

We all celebrities now, because we gettin’ money!

Everybody in town, because we gettin’ money!

I think I’m wearin’ a crown, because we getting’ money NOW…

But every time I look DOWN...



... I emerge from the ground with a FROWN.



WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW...

WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW...



... All the money that I get NOW.



[Verse 2]

First-class flights to conferences WHERE, my confidence IS, what got me this, HERE.

Moment to share witcha’.

Know that I’m here witcha’.

Even when I’m not, and I gotta say “There.” witcha’.

Even when I am, and I’m able to hear witcha’.

There.

It’s official. I can be clear witcha.

Fear, is a queer, if you stick out your rear.

Dyin’ one moment, just to live out the year.

ALL the inspiration I give out to my peers…

I wanna “duff” some n1ggas;

Spit out my beer.

…

But that would imply that I’m not sober…

… And when it come’ to duffin’ n1ggas, I’m Homer.

You’re more Barney.

Whatchu’ want, punk?

You can’t harm me.

You lookin’ punch drunk.

Save the hate for the President, ‘cause I’ll “Family Guy” your whole run.

Straight make you IRRELAVENT.



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I’m gettin’ head from a porn star; Sleepin’ with a label mate.

Dating the craziest little lady from the Angel state.

Good friends with Mr. “808s and Heartbreak”;

I’m compression in a hard day, my profession ain’t all day…

It’s every day.

Rock star.

N1ggas imitating me, like it’s not hard.

Can’t stop, Charles. I’m Bubba Ray Dudley.

Show, put these n1ggas on a table that’s a breakaway…



… Like sweatpants.

That snap-on.

I need a track, so I can Slim Jim rap on.

That means snap on. Elbow drop.

I’m more focused than ever, I tell hoes “STOP.”

I don’t f*ck just to bust a nut, ‘cause, when the lustin’ rushes up,

What are you stuck with?

A puddle of “muck“, a b*tch that got stuck to you, and vice-versa.



It’s not luck, it SUCKS.



… Charles Hamilton.



[Chorus]



[Talking During Chorus]

The only way to move when you’re on top of the world…



…



… is at top speed.



HAHAHAHA…

?Catch up to ‘em!?



*beat plays for remaining duration*

Yea

One Morning I woke up, and no one was in my house

Wanna Know how it felt I'm the freckle month face of the forgetful face

who grants mistakes

And whatever is left to decay

Separate, as soon as breakfast is ate

Married in mind that I always staring Through Time

I don't care If you find an error In time It must have been an error in rhyme

My earn run average Is Zip

just look at the control I have on this shit

Imagine what a trip It is to get found

Witnesses get pissed, look at the ground

Lift the Chick, quick, cause you pick up a sound

Paranoid, then Goes to shit

In this hood at this point they be loading clips

"Who approaching the Whip"

So close to the Pen that If I go in its no little bid

but no Kid, you Macaulay Culkin

My thought be stalkin You can call me Marvin









Sitting In the living room waiting on the Phone to ring

I ain't Got no Company I'm hanging, and I'm looking for a song to sing

I'm Home alone Hanging on the Doorbell

Hanging on the Doorbell

Home alone waiting on the Doorbell

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

yo











The Sun peaks in, day one for the weekend

Ring tone Tweakin, Shes Od'n

Who's on my mind, Who's Fucking with me,

Just to offend me my Fucking enemy Disrupted my City

with Tough and Gritty Chatter, Whats his name, does It really matter

does it make me want to snuff him any faster

Fucking Bastard

Cant show stress though

though I hope his family Dies of Cancer, streapt throat

(how long has it been)

Fuck outta here somebody show this nigga some Fuckin morals

Six rules, Do I need to restate 3 though 8 respect C to the H

Well I thought I said I need too, restate

Yep, I did, back to the future nigga is that what your Use to?









Sitting In the living room waiting on the Phone to ring

I ain't Got no Company I'm hanging, and I'm looking for a song to sing

I'm Home alone Hanging on the Doorbell

Hanging on the Doorbell

Home alone waiting on the Doorbell

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong











I reflect on Stress When I'm on the Deck of rap

niggas check all text up on deck next

I cypher with myself, I'm a fire but It helps

Fire from the Lighter

Higher to aspire, Quietly but tight

And modestly, Copied the Prophecy

Not to be a lier,

but to not cop a plea when the Clock is required to stop

like those who Cant tell time but have a watch, cause their tired of Getting Clocked

And we still rock, me and myself

My hands are tied, Still

I being the reason the Trinity Is completed

Tell the Past, Bye

Murder someone for Giving tomorrow a black Eye

Try to Escape but using the Sleeping Route

Why don't I just leave the house

Charles Hamilton.....













Sitting In the living room waiting on the Phone to ring

I ain't Got no Company I'm hanging, and I'm looking for a song to sing

I'm Home alone Hanging on the Doorbell

Hanging on the Doorbell

Home alone waiting on the Doorbell

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong