Lyracs Lyrics

This beat by itself is a verse
3 of the best producers you've probably ever heard of
If you in tune, you know who we are
H2, Frank Midi, and Charles Hamilton on one beat
Nigga
One.

[Verse 1]
Hard beats, dope lyrics, hooks made of opium
Listen and say I'm OD-ing, so genius
Charles speaks so spirits can look away from what's holding them
Bondage from paranormal correspondents
Honest as carols when snow falls
Kind of like Paris with no claws
Immaculate dope bars
I live in a planet with no draws
Since using soap on this planet is standard, here's dope bars
I'm really not about having a filthy mouth but...
Fucking bitches be shitting on a nigga and never hear me out
So at parties, my ass is missing
I'm on a fasting mission
While niggas fucking mad bitches with ass
Give me a glass of name taking and kicking ass
Sleeping naked in a Psych ward
Like goodnight door, goodnight floor
No piff, then goodnight Lord
I write more to not spend the whole night bored
Then the doctors got the nerve to ask what I write for
If I stop doing 16's, I'll kill all with a light 4
Good sentences, grammatically, I'm quite sure
All of life's forces have been waiting for me to recite with force
My lackadaisical rapping has to amaze the actors
The same saying rappers are babies lacking the habit of saying actual facts
To be exact, most of these half-gay rappers
Slap they face when asked to say lackadaisical may capture when phrased after
Pardon me
Ok rapper, explain what lackadaisical means
And how I'm great when practicing the adjective when I say what I mean
My adjectives and bars are like the cases between
GED recipients and jail can say what I mean
Describe catching a case behind bars
Now break the bars down and relate the between
Any mistakes or just mean, I keep them

One.
One.

Still in the booth by the way
Uh!
20hami11!
Yeah!

One.
Let me drop a freestyle
I like this album, I like freestyling on it

[Verse 1]
Gonna tell me what you love about me
And don't tell me it ain't nothing about me
Give me a hug when you around me
Matter of fact, all I feel is love when you surround me
Like sound, right now
This is something I didn't have to write down
Your chick coming through in a night gown
Not Mario but the pipe's down
Gotta lay it for her
Got a story, imma say it for her
Only because the table's for her
Cause she laying on the corner pocket
Got a number in my pocket on the corner, stop it
Weighing my options, never gonna stop it
Only because Gothic is the topic
Had to go Gothic cause niggas on they rap shit
Didn't respect my rock shit, tell them stop it
Like the number 5, wanna run around?
See if you can run alive, I got a gun around
It ain't a pistol though, it's an issue solver
Niggas already know I'm from Harlem
But...wait till I add that Cleveland
Magic, nigga's don't leave with an automatic
You don't leave cause you get left

[Hook?]
Matter of fact, you could take 6 steps, Imma take your breath
And sell it back to you
Like you could only breathe if you breathe this breath

And the sample is Westchester Lady

[Verse 2]
Used to live up in Westchester, call me crazy
But I had a lady neighbor downstairs
Used to love her little brown hair
Never seen her pubic though
I know she work no cubicle
She gotta put her work in, for certain
Body perfect, love the way she work it
Used to irk her nerves like
Can you let me in like I'm a different person?
Used to have her open up the garage
Me and her had a Minaj
Imaginary though
Me and my guitar, looking at the stars
And I'm high as a star
Matter of fact, I'm high as far
Like stars are
But Charles is like Charizard, 3rd level up
Bout to burn them up, burning the devil up
Make the devil wanna cook with me
Matter of fact, open the book with me
See if you could look with me
Not a crook on the streets but a crook with the beats
I sample it
Bob James said Charles can't handle it
So I flipped it a couple different ways
Making niggas change the channel quick

[Outro]
I know you hear the drums

I just wanted to have a little fun
This is the last album of 2010
I'll be surprised if anyone drop anything
One.
Uh!, I gotta a little more time, but...one verse
Let it run!

Listen to track

[Verse]
I’m callin’ you a b*tch, ‘cause I miss you too much.
A kiss from you, and distance isn’t too much.
Soon as I woke up, I grew up.
Threw up. Blew up.
Told my dude to roll up, and my weed spoke up.
… The same time I threw up.

I woke up still asleep.
Vomit stuck in my sheets.
Eyes shut from the vomit.
Writing on the lining behind my eyelids.
Someone PLEASE turn down the silence?
Right about now? I think there’s something I hid.
So I dream of being inside you.
Reason why I ask when I need to be beside you.
… Beside myself.
Getting high, denying help of a psychiatrist.
Hiding my belt, and looking inside of my cell.
Looking at ME, inside of a cell.
My options seem to file themselves.
Stay faithful.
Play bachelor.
Wait tables. Be a great rapper.
Say uncle. To detractors.
Factor the junk they say, pack it away in a trunk, and go away;
[And] Come back when the sun’s passion, runs after someone’s AFTER.

*trails*

Life after a period is a website disaster.
In context, what I write incites laughter.
Except, I have ACCEPTED my plight, and spend my nights… as a self-pastor.
Will we reunite?
Like Jesus Christ; Don’t read my life.
To make sure I reach inside, think of you every five minutes.
Minute three I cry.
Minute four; I grin, from being sure she’s alive.
Reaching five, I SI-

*short trail*

Drink some hot chocolate.
And cut back a few of my f*ckin’ options…

My self-esteem must rise for the benefit of nurses, who just lie to my limbs for a little bit.
MUST I…

*trails*

… Begins my mental sentences.
And, dyslexia…
Is the remnants of a question messed up.
OBLIGATORY. The sickest story.
But save all your kisses for me.
I miss you, and I will be with you shortly.

*leaves booth; beat plays for remaining duration*

Listen to track



[Intro]

“I only came for this much carpet… But look how much I got!”



It’s Empire’s 60% off event! Where you can get a lot more “carpet” (*wink*), for a lot less! Choose from the wide selection of quality products, right at home! And save 60%! That’s huge, plus, we install next day! And no payments until 2010! 60% off carpet, won’t last long!



Call Empire today!



*beat drops*



Yo.



[Verse]

Huggin’ my pink bear, barbed wire for it’s attire;

Going Mark McGuire far. My guitar is fire.

Mattress is what I’m huggin’. On the mattress when I hug it.

Capture the starting fire inside of my heart.

Automatic magnets is my diagnosis.

Deny my focus.

In these times? I can throw fits, only to be known as a provoking kid.

So f*ck the system with a broken d1ck.

Swollen tip, like CrimeStoppers.

But I won’t snitch. I am certified local.

Word to what’s folded on my wrist.

My IQ is my caseworker’s annual salary.

They can’t stand to know it, so they plan to go and battle me.

Cat scans with ropes on my anatomy.

Happy is easy to invoke.

So is the sadder me.

Moody and meticulous.

Through being an incubus, I prove reading into what you’re seeing is ridiculous.

I want an X-rated scene with a naughty nurse.

F*ck your supervisor, miss, I’m hard at work.

Flirt with you, until you start to smirk.

Get you naked.

Escape in my robe, and walk to church,

I’m not f*cking with doctors.

Unless [Dr.] Chemistetic or [Dr.] Intricacy, prescribe me some knockers.

Wait until I lose the rags…

… Get me some new boxers.

Grab my high school shorty, and f*ck her on a locker.

She’ Jamaican and she’ proper.

Graduation twenty-eleven, her prom date is a shocker, like,

“Gasp! Who could it be?”

I’m the one who gaffed, like, “Stupid, it’s me!”

Oh yeah, now my sexy ass doctor is here.

I wanna kiss her, like the top of the year, and tell her it’s nothin’ to think clear…



… But, she thinks I’m nuts for holding a pink bear, NOT HERE.



…



[Chorus]

The hook go like,



HUG ME… Or something of the sort.

Give me support. Be my own fort.

LOVE ME… Or something of the sort.

Give me support. Keep me on course.

HUG ME…

Before they make me hug myself…

Hug myself…

Hug myself… F*ck it’s-

F*ck a space jacket, uh, I want my space back.

F*ck a straight jacket, uh, I want my space back.

F*ck a straight jacket; I want my space back.



It go,



HUG ME… Or something of the sort.

Give me support. Be my own fort.

LOVE ME… Or something of the sort.

Give me support. Keep me on course.



HUG ME…

Before they make me hug myself.

Before they make me hug myself.

F*ck a straight jacket; I want my space back.



… Uh…



Before they make me hug myself…



*leaves booth; barely audible talking heard*



*beat plays for remaining duration*

Listen to track

[Intro]
I am proof. Dammit…

… Extraterrestrials do exist.

[Verse 1]
This is extraterrestrial experimentation, they consider me an extra special patient.
They don’t care if I’m patient. Barely care if I make it.
We are everywhere, and they HATE. IT.
Try to throw us in a scary location.
In various ways, we declare liberation.

Weather stations, may set a date. But let them speculate.
... I’m being treated second-rate. No hesitation.

I’m fine, no medication.
84% of me, says, “Forget the nation. Detonation.”
But I’m concerned about the destination, explanation, and the overall population’s acceptance, and obsession with Satan.
The second I say Satan, the breath of the laymen are taken, and I’m left paving the pavement.
Let’s get democratic.
Sinner’s magic, or antennae magic.
Dinner is average, I snack on your average winner, while MOST of you f*ggots snack on a wiener.
And the practice of malpractice, snacks on dreamers.
Intricately speaking? My innocence is bleeding.

… Draw blood and the density is misleading.

Urine samples.
Only the “purest” can handle.
They drink the blood and piss, just to think above your average life-form.
… Or, to think above your love for living.
(Hold on…)
But pink is in my blood… ‘Till you try to find it.
Look dumb with your need… And your medical license.
Tryin’ to hide behind it.
No blowjobs, I give mind to mindless.
And my aliens friends are smilin’, as I define it.

There is a lie in what we do.
… Or I have clues to find.

Aliens committin’ suicide?
Afraid of ?grins? We’re peaceful, I say again…

Told you in audus, I’m spendin‘-
I told you AUGUST, I’m spending a day, or ten…

Not worried about gettin’ paid is the way to live.

But there’s a bounty on a spaceship.
So we disappear.
Drift away into space again…

[Aside]
Jack!

… George!

… Tay!

It’s a lot of…

.
.
.

Courtney! I hope I’m right…

… I said Courtney.
Cut it out over there, wherever y’all n1ggas is at…

.
.
.

Keep recording, keep recording…
Yeah…

Frank MIDI on the outside…
… Record it.

Frankie, thank you…

Frankie Thanks.
Haha! Yeah…
Yeah…

Damn…

It’s crazy here, man, I’m over-thinkin‘… Giving this n1gga a nickname for his nickname.
Damn, man…

You feel me?! Like…
See, like… The f*ck…

It’s such a different form of… Thinking, man, like…
I’m really not here with a LOT OF YOU N1GGAS…

*laughs slightly*

And I be knowing what it is man, I be saying Sega everyday, and n1ggas be like, “NO.”
I be like, “What chu mean?! I know- AHHHHH… F**CK.” You know what I mean?”

And it’s like… “You sure you ain’t guessing? Cause the government got mad information and sh1t…”

N1ggas can… NATURALLY kiss my ass, like… Straight up…
Like, n1ggas is…
It’s certain rules and whatever, I know I said some things…
It was a few times… N1ggas was like, you know, “Charles, you crossed the line.”…
You know…

Sometimes… You know, secret societies, and public belief, and understanding and stuff…
… Gets misconstrued, and maybe my… Understand, or lack thereof… Has people confused…


… One.

...

*beat plays for remaining duration*

Listen to track



[Verse]

Reading National Geographic. Be irrational.

See a rapper, be diplomatic, give him a dap and go.

Talk sh1t about him after the show.

Laugh at his flow, snap on his hoes, and ask him for dough.

F*ck 94% of ALL rappers.

The other 6% are young and belligerent.

The majority is ignorant.

So I doubt. So the 94% can live a bit.

Me and Eminem share the same sentiments.

He thought of dissing Wayne. I thought of dissing him.

I swear “We Made You” was a jack from “All Alone“.



…



… If it wasn’t? Message! Karl Malone. Marshall!

Hamilton Scotland. The first Mather was John.

I don’t mean Stockton.

Eminem is black. I’m snitching.

Nation of Islam, and Klan members, listen.

David Duke plays my music, ‘cause I say the truth!

Radical clues, and facial bruises display the proof.

Stupid haters of me? One color.

Asians, Cubans, and Haitians learn English to say my music.

So you Negroes need to make improvements.

I’m a, “You still making music?” away from losing my race, and troopin’ it.

I bit my tooth on some STUPID sh1t.



So if I ever bit a bar?

I’m just being lucrative.

Meaning, I spend a lot of time on my Wall Street clock.

I am the sun. Quite redundant to call me hot.

So I overheat when I vent, go to sleep after over-eating.

Cannibalistic intent.

In a f*cking mental ward, due to malicious intent.

F*ck my quote, unquote, “Mom”.

Someone give her some d*ck, she said, “You only get one mother.”

Well… Find me a stunt double.

Her f*cking existence, causes blunt trouble.

Damn y’all.

Can’t talk. Can’t crawl.

Stand tall on my hands, and fans call.

Stand tall in my Vans, and the law man calls.

Is Charles a man, or does my heart have to handle a bra?

Or must I handle my own balls, holler at me, Charles…



[Talking]

… ONE!

WHOO!



… How stupid do I sound?



… Come on.



*beat plays for remaining duration*