Pipe Dream'in

sick thoughts from a polluted mind

2008-08-01T12:25:00.000-07:00

tis is the devils hour
midnight im in the shower
works tight if u need powder
money right, nada coward

mix in the treble louder
but make the mids decrease
like pac in eddie bawuer
i rock designer briefs

and i love dem haters sour
cause they confirm im elevatin
in my mind i hold the power
to pave the road, my affiliation

we throw our K's up and devour
any fugazzi yap out side of neck
in M.I.A. we stay empowered
they call us krazy, yet we rep our set

to the fullest, trigguh pull dis, we do dis until we hit the sky
we ruthless, leave u toothless, pudi move dis, get rich and die
battle raps that rattle cats, fraggle kracks we spit em out
we mangle rats, entangle traps, strangle jacks that new to souf

when i spit on track, i dont write crap, i flow str8 outta my cerebrum
gun blak, dubz fat, lungs collapse, but k-hole breathin
tis the season, seasons beatings, i stay reading poem, soliloquies
i stay grieving, dead homies bleeding, tattoo tears, dont know my enemies

im blitzed n, reminissin, fuk em diss em, never kissem
imprinted in the system so finger prints steady missin
gotta topic, gotta swap it, gotta glock, cauk it toss it
knot in pocket, not gon flaunt it, spit rock, krack i spawn it

gotta product girly got it, my dime stash mah pills
when the coppah finna stop us, k-9 , its nos-trills
dont work, cuz charli work up her skirt and dats k-hole
dogs cant sniff thru vasoline, coffe beans, water, bollo

i stay flowin, where im goin, its a road less traveled
never seen it snowin, but snowflake blowin, fiends unraveled
i play all angles and eat bitches brains for sustenance
in my web they tangled, see tricks is just thangs wit musty scent

and im reluctant, to put trust into any individual
my love is spent, my heart is black coated with anger residuals
subliminals, pussy niggas throw out disses that way
want beef ill meet u in the octagon, ill mma any day

i gots to go, gots to work, wake a 7 in the A.M.
make mohitos 4 hoes, converse with jerks, pretend to care what they sayin
just cuz im askin whats ur poison dont mean i wanna hear ur problems
i gots my own, plus u annoyin, what makes u think i can solve em

ima leave u with one last work, 5 words, one last revalation
one last statement to take to a new elevation or emancipation
a phrase that SPENJAX lived every day of his life's mission statement
the realest shit he ever wrote, "My Sickness is Your Justification"

random thoughts

2008-06-22T01:01:00.000-07:00

random thought patterns
candles in jack o lanterns
the light that i posses can be seen down dark caverns
the cave that im sitting, the trap, hole, or forgotten city
paradise lost and found at what cost, my teeth chipping
newspaper clippings, nada FIN victory just obituaries
dro vapor and sniffing, coladapin ministry, time solitary
pacin back and forth from corner to corner
the coroner zips body bags till im a morner
tears in the black of night
morning a transformer
starscream the sky gridlock grill from gringa employer
implode till explode, intraverted till im murdered
episodes wit scally hoez, HBO dna dumpster wit wordsah
pain and anguish some memories that never left
prostitutes beat with extension cords and burned to death
but thats spoke by destiny
she utteed the recipe
so bud-DUH studduh in the guttuh with a F'in geek
i remember in highschool sellin dope with no adversity
bangin out cheerleaders, they loved a dope boy celebrity
never had a big head and dough never got the best of me
havin preppy girls drive me to re-up in daddy's mercedes
i never felt depression always said it was a weakness of the mind
until my agression led to regression and i lost a friend of mine
time after time and line after line,
waks and raps push me foward till i decline
in my mind there is not turning back
if i backtrack id retract all my knowledge on rap
and im better than that
i cant ever give up
gotta produce more tracks
and stay not givin a fuk
im livin it up, but that produces no substancail gain
rubbin on puta's but but never feelin love for these dames
my last relashionship ended, she said no emotion in this souljah
i pour my soul relentless into k-hole and my corazon stone like a bouldah
so much loss has turned my heart into urainium coated coal
and i gotta be the BOSS so im concentratin on my goals
alot of promises i made to take everyone to the pinacle
and all the hardships ive blazed have made me o so sinacle
trust is so very far out of my grasp
lust for few things but 1st of it be cash
workin since carlito was diaz anos
a jit in cuban resteraunt cleanin up banos
sold dope for close too a decade
crossings lake i tossed and AK
a 22, 2 38s and my boy even capped a grenade
fought every fight ive been involved
had barrels in my mouth and thank PAC they never revolved
C dot could go on for days writin bout his triumph and regret
but i think i should boot up protools and work toward the next step

comment on NICKDUP's Myspace

2008-06-21T01:52:00.000-07:00

nick'd up
when i was ur age i aint give a fuk
so what
what dey say, when i speak of such
such a time, careless mind wit a lil luck
back n forth from pounds to dimes, until the paddy truck
actually a paddy wagon, DCJ no belt wit my pants saggin
released n im back baggin
hoes, dro, baige blow that was cooked to crack in
my short life ive seen my boys turn to ghosts
from crack and boy addiction and overdose
cancer gunshots from headbangers over dope
im over most
quarrels i been involved
but most not solved
need nada dirty 38 to barrel revolve
its like a sequel guns legal but im not absolved
some dudes ive robbed still wanna see my soul disolve
im all ate up but never pookied out
weeks ive stayed up popin rufies in girly mouf
but my life aint one to be followed
run wit guns knives but forgot from pills ive swallowed
n now i wallow in the sins ive committed
chuggin scotch outta the bottle while karma gots me finished
i dun robbed, cheated, stole and lie
but still my dog, he be rollin on my side
till the day im gone spenjax will be my guardian
put his name on my arm and he wants me to cease the partyin
but off of the tangent, ill never be dun with the bangin
cuz since ten i was raised by thugs who only cared bout man'in
up and holdin ur head high, respect n power
fuck backin out a fight, throw ur set never coward
my homeboys might squable but we dont fall down
pacs words, somewhat absurd cuz i dun hit the ground
but i always fought till i was knocked out or crackers came
but reguardless i dun fought my battles so DADE respect my name
call me c dot, charli Bud-DUH, ceebee beezee or Charli Bing
at the grove spot, i sparked a jack boy easy for my ring
cuz over my dead body u take my dub g dads shit
ull never take it off my fist
but im off topic again
back to the facts
i done some preliminary work on that new dirt track
and i was gonna use ur hook but wrote one of my own
and with ur permission i lay it down, this how i goes

All i do is ax god why
why the good die young
my momma gotta cry
when im locked down in jail
and the bail is hard to find
why my homie sleep in OT
with hard on his mind

All i do is ax god why
u gave my brother cancer
and chose for him to die
stare at the sky for answers
wit tears in my eyes
and im angered cuz reason hard 2 find

nadating

2008-06-15T00:18:00.000-07:00

nada ting
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry

nada ting mikingbing puditing and devil strings
gotta bring, lyrics sing, preceeding bang! metal rings
blackaou!
mindstate in a blackout
bud-DUH might seem repressed but theres no turning back now
from the day it was established i knew k-hole would live on
on my arm k-rock logo its tatted until im dead n gone
am i head strong or dead wrong from turnin my dream of fame
into my lifes goal of makin the world respect the name
of SPEN seven eight
homie gazin from heavens gates
im sure he admitted but if not he gots time 2 wait
the other day me, our brother and moms busted open crates
i finally capped all the gear created by my team mate
PhatNicks apparel, i got my first shirt when SPEN and i met
When brother SPEN JAXSUN got sick i admit i wept
short time later PhatNicks logo on my tricept
and still i get
teary eyed when i think that i miss him
fury rise when i think somebody diss em
arisen, a feelin in me so noble and pure
A bond i never felt, two brothers that can endure
just about any devastation, addiction or incarceration
any infliction, pussy hatin, affliction, dark revelation
steady pacin, in my four cornered domain
see my face in the mirror and my eyes be full of flame
rain, slain, membrain insane, dopamine claimed
by substances that allow me to erradicate some pain

but really im copestedik and my mental state stable
i need no apathedicks or pity parties around my table
i never need no shoulder to cry on
got niggas putin up SPENs name in krylon
and a family i built that only shake with right arm
choking on oxygen like im wrapped in pythons
confused about my path but miami streets ill die on

i know im a gringo slash italiano
fuck u sapingo u aint miermano
when i give u mi mano
i offer my quireda
u aint speakin truth
tu habla mucha mierda
in italian statzazita and bafangu
mean shut yo god dam trap and fuk u
in zoo they call C krack daddy on 8th el pingu
i dont have any blood family so i cherish my whole krew

K-HOLE till the day i die

nada

2008-06-12T08:55:00.000-07:00

i dun lost everything close 2 me
and as far as hoes to me
not a single one who could know who i be
im a fuked up dude with a heart made of cancer
my best friend in the world gone, and answers?
no where to be visioned
its like im imprisoned
in a cage i made of my own goals and ambitions
so i sit alone at night, tryin to build my way out
incorporating companies copyrighting lyrics out my mouth
but what the point and my light in the tunnel
nothing left to enjoy but fights and habits i juggle
i sit in the rubble of the empire i tried to build
but after brother left the planet im solo with the skills
so the burden to build it on my lonely crushes my backbone
but i promised my homie i would make spenjax known
not a dam soul cares, its like we 2 nomadic arctic dwellers
his body aint here, but he watchin me thru my endevors
i cant ever be happy, filled with joy or at least content
my hands on the mackie

FUCK IT
i dont give a god dam
FUCK ALL YALL

fuck the world
ill scream it from the rooftops
teardrops from breakdancing or painful thoughts
i only cried a few times the past 20 years
when i sold my boy dope
my moms stroke
n when spen disappeared

no emotion left in me
i guess my heart colored black n ruff
i might as well get cancer
my mantra
i dont give a fuck

if i pass who will attend my wake
i know a good few will show the face
but most be fake
will anyone take my music and carry on my lifes mission
or will my passion die in a desolate room with to fruition
if i pass will anyone make spen famous
im doubtful and the thoughts make me feel dangerous
FUCK U ALL
IM NEVER WRONG -SPEN
IM ALWAYS RIGHT - C.B.

A Day in a Night (out SPEN)

2008-05-02T02:06:00.000-07:00

a day in a night (SPEN)
Current mood: knighted
Category: reminissin on SPEN Music

A DAY IN A NIGHT
bud-DUH SPEN ak maCK the Knife
sippin sizzurp both kid serve workin wit da white

A DAY IN A NIGHT
in the studio producing til sun shine bright
paint brush inducing trill seducing the canvas plight

A DAY IN A NIGHT
me and my brother SPEN spent and swiggin liquor light
just kickin dreamz and ambitions packed pipe pass the light

A DAY IN A NIGHT
studio stir crazy so whip pushin 80 red lights
rude to hoe fuggazzi, DNA dumpster and she in our sights

A DAY IN A NIGHT
from a scally puta spot to a residence of scallywag
all they want is a pellybag amtrack in they belly back

A DAY IN A NIGHT
our lives aint right, karma finna catch up, but we gots to fight
stop slangin to parents, kids wit merit, cut off at 4 grams a night

A DAY IN A NIGHT
jot rhymes for hours, clean the ruger,
sniff powduh, and SPEN paints the future
rutah mentary SPEN sent to me to be a strait shooter,
and i put that on my momma, aight

A DAY IN A NIGHT
prophesy-sing our future destiny and how it gonna come to fruition
dark days came anger pain got the best of me
strangle my brain over SPEN condition
god bless that G
he will never see perdition

A DAY DARK AS NIGHT
SPEN gone, so i hold his memory tight
i watch our videos and listen to our trax and it never trite

A DAY DARK AS NIGHT
in my car parked, i got a blunt to FIrE
the photo on my dash make a nigga wanna cry
know he dont want dat, i look up at sky
i see him lookin down and i know that he filled up with pride

A DAY DARK AS NIGHT
im sittin twitchin tainted vision sun arise in twilight
n i envision SPENism painted this percision to surmise forthright
his apprise to say im right in my plan i devised
to make his dvd, album, website and keep his name alive

A DAY DARK AS NIGHT
dark cloud cant be eternity
im proud and ima earn our piece
ALONE no one concerned bout B
my closest road dog SPEN
i know he rest in piece
when i pick up my pen
my rhymes, SPEN proofreadin these
my brother and my best friend
i finna KEEP UR NAME ON THE STREETS!

A DAY DARK TURNS TO LIGHT
i love you mothafukah
and i say it with so much certainty
we would do anything for each other
homicide or bank burglaries
U pulled out blades for Bud-DUH
and dam skippy id do it 4 u
u the closest i had to a brother
we METRO MOVERS dude!

A DAY IN A NIGHT
not a day pass me by that i dont recollect
u and me was always high but our mindstate str8 correct
oil paint, condenser mics, movin weight, cashin checks
u somthin like a saint, ur demise, show god a clepto
theft
a genius, a prophet, a good friend, he would surely take
im not as good as u, but; ill see u at the pearly gates
i know u were throwin up the K till ur soul was shrouded
and ill be doin the same on my final hour

k 2 the day

2008-03-18T07:22:00.000-07:00

k to the day
reversed in da logo cuz
our lives wasted away
bud-duh stay smokin bud
wasted all day
off well known miami cryp
as a jitterbug
i was on my way
to dat blue flag click
but i walked out with a couple older souljahs
when they was rushed by red and da faction threw no shouldahs
dey just watched
at 15 i handled glocks
time n time again until the beef stopped
and tupac he used to sang to me
had me feelin thuglife was the gang for me
so i just flossed wit parkhill
tossed my gold grill
dressed like a prep
on the corner where i dealed
threw my set in every battle i was billed
so many black eyes teach ax me if my parents beat me still
i train vale tudo, brazilian style ufc
my brain transfixed on pudo, cash millions, and cappin p's
from an ozer to a Q to a P of weed
to and O of some blow, jackin a tripple beam
from highschool class, rob a back pack
AP students stupid where they stash cash at
i was a bad kid but raised the right way
karma krept up eventho i never sold boofaley
or yae to those in my inner circle
when my fam smoked crack i violated dem till face was purple
but now im smarter and stronger as well
Dade County Jail be the bottom of hell
TGK institution is like a 4 star hotel
but they got dem same boloney samiches
and jungle juice
Ringin any bells?
blackeyed peas, mystery meat called salisbury steak
but, god dam, institution bread puddin got some taste
my homeboy got checkers needled into his arm
in bradington sayin k-hole so he fam till he gone
but whateva timbo i might rambling too much
but keep me informed on ur standin n keep in touch

charli bud-duh
el jefe de khole
ceo ecks-O-dust industries

bleedin in my mind

2008-02-02T00:26:00.000-08:00

bleedin in my mind

the pain the anger

the excuse the danger

the caine the mangler

let loose the banger

menality frustrated got my thoughts in a knot

humanity devastated n i ggive a fuck-not

fuck less much stress my cerebellum dwellin

none the less depressed minds messd n swellin

like a tumor to bring doom tuh medulla and halt my life

if a ruge-uh put me in the tomb tha soul enclosed follow the light

what would the obituary write

a producer poet who lost his fight

a man with a plan, life's fight clouded sight

aight

fuk it

i understand im just a crab ass crackuh stuck in bucket

some call it a pail i call it my plumet

response to SPEN's girl's poem

2007-08-13T01:06:00.000-07:00

response to spensolo’ girls poem
Current mood: artistic

SPENSOLO's GIRL original blog entry

Disillusioned
Blind lost in an endless obsticle illusion , wich is life!
No light at the end of the tunnel , no outlet to my thoughts constant battle.
Self inflected Brain Splatter
Lifes are shattered of those that really matter.
By the eyes with judgemental patterns ruled to live by
sociiaties standards of the wacked out minds.
No self confidence that they fight to hide.
Only the strong survive
Made strong only by living off lies.
I learned that from an angel I met in time.
The right time , never to come to the closed minds!
Right way signs
Changed my thought pattern, true life standards.
Spiritually guided to what really matters.
Mispreseptions lost
My prespective on life now never to be clouded.
due to surroundings that dont matter .

Thank you Spen for helping me see life in the right prespective, opening my eyes to what really matters. I love you !!!

http://www.myspace.com/darkgoddess2

MY RESPONSE

ive been blinded by the light and lost in a bleek maze
amazed by what i write despite abusin white n shades
inflicting burglary on my own property dopemine
seratonin surgery and hurtin those that so close to me
sayin ima stay sober but a life of endless employment
depression stray closer and chemicals might end deployment
but really what i need is to be close to mi hermano
first spen then betz, cohib, fuk hoes n blanco
a souljah isnt born he has to be trained
lessons learned must replace lies in our brain
never felt an angel but demons and devils
attacked in a physical pressence and dreams they mettled
and the only reason i believe in god allah christ or heavenly souljahs
cuz i know the devil real, walked out a methlab with scarred shoulders
now i pray erry day, but not on my knees
stand tall with my cap on to show that he above me
got that from judism, got knowledge from koran
read many different bibles that conflict, but who is wrong?
i cant say
so lets just say
i got faith
cuz my brother okay
and for my family sake i finna reform my life
i know my soul is at stake, and when i look at this knife
that switch quick, complete opposite to who gave me the gift
it was his most prized posession, but still it; he parted with
cuz life aint all about good times and getting rich
not about throwing hand signs or loadin up clips
not concentrated round dimes n brand new whips
its about those u luv and livin righteous

take a look

2007-06-08T20:10:00.000-07:00

take a look
Current mood: accomplished

why dont u bustuhs take a glance at a true thug and see
why fake bitches talk shit and throw mean muggs at me
i stay high till i die gazin at dat blak n blue sky
through my blak n blue eyes i see through the devils rebel disguise
visions of my demise they got me bleek
stranglin and tanglin my temple in my ink stained bed sheets
i wreek and speak from inside the white tee ive been embeded in for at least a week
same clothes with holes and o's enclosed, that been rocked since i walked thru high school doors
when i was a jitterbug just growin up into the g
that c dot bud-duh see standin before me
but before B
u-d-d-u-h
there was p
arkhilluh C
and then i found my place
through many affiliations organizations n klicks on my route
miles paved dis road followed dat north star souf
sure as miles davis blow, the game .... only one way out
to quote fatal "i suggest u stay from s to k"
cuz cuzin thuggin blood in or blood spill out
stay laughin while im chokin out my blood filled mouf
no doubt ive had a brain on drugs
addicted to drugs
and i addicted to stayin a thug
cuz i was raised by these thugs
dug a k hole spray follow the g-code
u know im a g-o
with d's in my pocket
stomped wit ino-sitol
fuck a pig, lechon, the other white meat, fuck sufrito
cuz when i peep po my heartbeat increase, cease n slow
sweatin n breathin while im keepin my heat close
step in the season freezin my city it snows pedico
cuz this is budduh man, not never no parkay
more like marlon brando mixdup wit da scarface
discrace how dirty u gotta be to blaze a dirty to fall asleep
cuz i got u on that dirt that got u up for a week
u speak ur block got fire
i gotzz crispier leaves
plus i got fiends pushin stems harder than christopher reaves

why dont u bustuhs take a glance at a true thug and see
why yo bitch want budduh to thug her P.Y.T.
playah yung thug but nowadays i made it man
dont gotta send no mo mail north up to bradingtan
cuz cohiba beat ameoba n surpassed his single cell
now we in genpop and i just beep him on his nextel
i dwell in gunshine state guttahs n dade county corners i sleep
they call it the magic city cuz its magic how tourists turned out in nmb
loss of identity now country broad foot draggin the streets
weep naw dude dats just the all important live changing divine battle
we all choose paths fork in the road 2 elect where u travel

G-D answer me

2007-04-01T01:47:00.000-07:00

g-d answer me
Current mood: awake

hawks, hammers, n havok lead to horrendous habits.
awkward anger n anguish leads to avengen abbots.
now im back at it, workin wit no contraband
see me in a casket, wardie tears fallin on they man.
dam that could be me
and religiously
i finnally see
the sin in sellin boo to my family.
or even any other, cuz they moms will weep
when they see em in the gutter over petty 5 piece
n ive felt devils claws in my back
weight on my spiritual
n ill never go back to methlab
cuz the demons scratch was visable
i always had my faith in adanoi allah or jeeeez
but it took physical proof of demons , so i believe
god is no apparation or hoax his pressence detected
he thug, friend of yours, friend of mine, he connected
he afflicted my moms with stroke n now maybe cancer
try to give my brother the second, i need answers
why u do so many bad things to good souls.
my mommas angel wings abruptly rip out her clothes.
n if i loose both or even one...
im thinkin u punishin me for the crimes ive done.
but they not to blame, so send me pain.
lock me in hell n put rusted screws in my viens.
drill them into my bones till they hit marrow
tear my appendages apart and stuff me in a barrel
twist out my teeth and force me to devour'em
chompin wit mangled gums and slap me if im cower'in
u will do what u want n i know u omniscent
but if u take another family member who dont deserve
i know that u real but ur teachings i wont listen
ill give u silent treatment n still live life richeous
thats word

lord please hear my prayers nightly
i take my past actions far from lightly
dont hurt those in my circle to rectify
just guide me with ur wisdom to inddemnify

dialated

2006-08-15T02:57:00.000-07:00

my ma duke raised me wrong, her angelic heart in me
but dont take my kindness fo weakness wardie
cuz charli might bind wrists, witness dis
life of a suburban jit raised up by dat click
of ruthless thugs, felons, and mercenaries
dat taught me how to scrap, by makin my vision blurry
3 knuckles 2 bud-DUH!'s dome piece
n many a conflict i clutch da chrome piece
but never had the ruthless, fuck it all, notion to pop it
too much logic, like baboo i used to scratch/ serials off da rocket
modest, humble, forgivin,
honest, I'll rumble, I'm livin
in dat county called DADE,
still a souljah marchin, how i get dissed the other day?
dude say, he knew me, highschoo days n I'm a busta
i walked away, tho it be, i had a crew of hardcore zoo ready 2 rush up
outnumbered dem, silo-wetts n eagles, budduh nan elevated evil

dilated peoples, yall stay street but still spit knowledge
hard to find a group that dont sell out just to clok dollahs
I gotta tone it down, go quasi-commercial, i acknowledge
the realest did it, why sould'nt I, to PAC i send homage
school barricaded my education, hence i quit college
know-it-all's brag, music class, holdin teach a hostage
read engineerin manuals wit no need fo professors
learnt it on my own compression, limiters, n de-essers,
but do miss the moans from sorority fran dreshers,
fuck frats, cuz, worst come 2 worst, drastic measures
for da fam, my peoples come first, apply pressure
when the pressures on its a hit, thug life, shakur lecture
to any puss dat fuk wit fam dey, annihilated
and if fam fuk wit fam they gettin violated
mind stimulated by movies like scratch, wait fo sequel
baboo n q-bert mastermind heros phillipeano
reload, rakaa spit hot flows, dilated probly rock hot shows
but i aint know, take it all, fo five six c-lo
C no, Charli no, C bud-DUH! not a dick pullin groupie
at the bar didnt know how to approach, DT ask fo doobie
didnt wanna seem like i needed u to make me a star
just want ur opinion cuz i dun known who u are
10th grade ridin to class, dilated peoples in my car

Stop Lookin Back (bout females)

2006-05-07T02:35:00.000-07:00

stop lookin back (bout females
Current mood: nostalgic

dis gonna be the last song bout past relationships

i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females im missin

lookin back the last time, on my past wives
who held my hand, felt coarse grooves n my lifeline
remember the first dime, and her name was Dani,
first women, i wanted, who let me get in da panties
the only woman i knew who had a real real luv,
Fo Me
the only woman i could ever trully trust
cuz see
me, Charli B, I gots some trust issues
my "homeboy" fuked my next girl, and it wasnt a lust issue
cuz dey hid it from me, creepin, i saw where it headed
not much feelin for dis one, but me/my "dawg" not cope-a-stedick
but back to D gurl, 8 years later, still talk and all dat
her place in my world, i got luv, its true, a small fact
and when she gets married, id like to be at the weddin
cuz my luv fo her unconditional like angels n heaven
or demons n hell, i did her dirty in our relationship
cuz i was dumb and sixteen and didnt know a faithful chick

when i seen one

i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin

i gotta stop lookin back, thats why i wrote this song
no more, "i miss u", "i hate you", or "Fuck u, u did me wrong"
last song about the past, bout that ass dat i used to smash,
hot sex in the grass, just glass from my shattered past, LAUGH
about it now, u heard the songs i dropped about my gangsta Ex,
coke sex on bathroom floor, sniffin powder off her chest.
when id quit, she get me hooked, pull out bags and get me shook
when id quit her, try to book, her tears were bad, plus those looks
turned to dependancies holdin on me so I'd stay
she grab a blade and threaten me with her suicidal ways
say i looked at a broad, she splash me wit a drink
see security hold me back, I know thats what u think
but thats not what happened, hieneken bottle she crackin
bouncers hold her bak when, they askin me what happened
i just tell dem, i love my crazy ass girl, understand
4 years, always took her back, then ditched me for another man

i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin

gotta stop lookin back and Charli pediks, so SO serious
last verse about broads i was with fo sho short periods
there was Jakal from michigan, preppy girl wit and ass so so good
wish i could rip again but good girl wanted Cee cuz he so so hood
she was in a phase, and im amazed , that i never wifed L-bomb from K
woman front preceedin verse merked relation wit Loorin, still think 2day
i wanna be wit her, cuz i love her like sister,
n i lust for her in many other ways, then there's A
gringa from pinecrest, when her head lay upon my chest
she had my mind in vex, cause i could trust her unlike the rest
i was A dub at her prom, i should hae made it special
shellshocked from a ghetto bitch, and had demons in my mental
sentimental feelins cheated with my ex from 2nd poem
she gave death threats to my white girl aand fukdup what i had goin
but its all my fault, i was weak, a dick is what i am
probably sound like a bitch when i say i feel dirty after 1 night stands
too many drunken nights wit girls on drugs dat fell in love
cant make connections cuz heart stone cold pumpin purple blood
and truthfully it all karma for the wrong i did to all dem queens
and ill probably die alone still thinkin bout the girl in dreams

i gotta stop lookin back
on relations i had
i gotta stop lookin back
on dem scallywags i bagged
i gotta stop lookin back
on my past lovelife
cuz if i keep lookin back
i aint gonna find a right wife

i gotta stop lookin back
on bitches that did me wrong
i gotta stop lookin back
and makin "girl, we over" songs
i gotta stop lookin back
gotta stop reminissin
so i stop lookin back
cuz few females i be missin

reply to migraines comment

2006-05-05T03:50:00.000-07:00

reply to migraines comment
Current mood: drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

sit back take a wak and lend C an earhole
c period PEDIKs been nutty nuts sinse year old
out the k hole in M I Yayo, i combust n cook blow
whoa!
dress down, holes in my clothes wit O's enclosed
i got a migrane in mind but not skitzo it be my bro
heard voices many a time , disregaurd vocal appearance
cuz after wake up! chas, get outta bed
comes kill ur parents
demons on my back n claws in my kindneys
semem in urinary track blast evil into pigmeys
guess i drink too much
sin and sell dat dust
get real wit my road dogs and camp dat blunt
had white gold dat look like vampire fronts
my lyrics holy but life voodoo evil like santarian brrrruHA
turn good girl to K Hoe To Coke Hoe den 2 roks raw
i love 2 pac,and dem japaneese pray to ancestors
so i talk to pac and hope i get dose real answers
im killin da mic but wit out genocide
i like oldschoo rock but newschool hope emo dies
bud-DUH dig deep in rock quary in fiends cerebellum
studduh when pig ax me my story if i got tings, where i sell em
so stressed in my mind, brother in Over T on D grind
n i cant find the time to deal wit drug problems
im a mess distressed on da la line, mind jumbled like gang signs
shanked a dude one time but never semi or revolved em
so i lay back alone in Dat Khole n blaze dat blizzy
thinkin bout when mittens was sitten on my lap next 2 dat glizzy
voices used to be busy, signals made me not hear demons
a few years after i jacked my tripple beam in
highschool class, and now i cant laugh, dark past no joke , cant cope, so, it in my mind, repressed to back
dont know if the rhyme scheme right or it iambic pentameter,
but i know blow Hoes fiends white crypt and bangin the brain matter of
a few dudes tat did me wrong
only 12 dollars but i had to be strong
or rather be SEEN strong
so we hunted for two weeks wit dat PH flag at arms
and tis a true story bout the dudes that raise me up
5 years ago at chart house we was in the cut
me and Crazy IJ johnathan ran dice games
made more off servers that way then the right way
but what im talkin bout i aint realize
im drunk beligerant actin tense like TABS cut wit stricnine
n ive been in a darkspot with my brother on da floor
i realize god real cuz i felt the devil knockin on my door
i smile at tears , and try to see ur position
cuz ive seen peers bump heads wit lucifer

HEAD ON COLLISION

live off lies

2006-04-20T04:09:00.000-07:00

we live off lies

we live our lives

mad man clean and he livin his live

we livin to climb

droppin a line

never droppin a dime

unless im droppin my bitch

never rokin a wire

cuz den i be a snitch

never popped da nine

never dropped da fire

only popped dat two two

but to ground i fired

mind older dan duece duece

i been dat squire

medievil but skipper in da EM word

my needs been dire

but for da fam gotta provide first

family first card

suposed to buy dat food

but 75 cent to dollar could become dat 2

or it could become boot

if yous be addicted

street life in vocab, see it in in the script bitch

like i bust quadroople negatives

nah notta nan nada nuttah budduh , jus me trick

im sik wit leprocy ......how i spit shit

spit 2 bars decay n ur arms drop off ur ligaments

rip broads easily and spark crops of killah shyt

spit snot on emcees who talk talk but dey really bytch

clip marks who seen to be real but lechon affilit.....d

feelin it?

like jacko and kids

or foot draggin junkies jus tryin to get a fix

12 duckets play wit thoughts

crabs in bucket fighted up

khole it be dat family

time for me to tighten up

cuz i gotz to lead da movement

born to be a general

gotta make some moves and

be example for da animals

army of 12 monkeys

War2Day

2006-04-20T03:58:00.000-07:00

ey!

u wanna war warday

oye!

words in battle mean nuthin so dont jabbah spray

hey!

u treked a long battlefield holmes, or so u say

but mey!?

im in a war n dere aint really much to say

i dont know why

i was beligerent teen-interger

dont know why i cappt 22s

40 bones for blood stained hair trigguh

dont know why i cause wrek and went for that intertek

thank god, I alive, wit k-hole music on internet

HEEEEEEEY

if i got 2 war 2 day

ima much older souljah

grown up since back the day

when i parkhill, steady flip bouldah

so tha nex war mine or ur body lay

den its over

cuz i only war and slay

if my fam be tortured

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY

there a war 2day, and

i might jus walk away

cuz my blood be not involved

and predicate jus paked a molar

i visualize a war in dade

and i cant simply walk away

i bleed dat MIA, glock work revolved

clock work, dock surge, I rollah

holdup

the road is paved

and maybe guns get blazed

maybe gums are spayed

maybe blood get grave

i go against the grain

flankin all dem troops

do u feel da pain

pac, above the rim in juice

hollah

if there a game to play

cuz chess is just a war to stage

and i played chess wit real pieces

thanks god i never made brains hang

my cerebellum pushed like fiends who hit da bang

i been 2 80 deep battle but nevah rep no gang

heeeeeey

there be a war 2day

my soul for god 2 take

and when the rapture arrive

i be sure an army demons slain

response to ASA rocks poem

http://www.myspace.com/asaviklund

Lobster

2006-04-10T06:29:00.000-07:00

lobster
Current mood: drunk

im so sick when i spit i give tuburk-you-low-sis
i rip a bitch, she git 7 plauges, hail and locusts
when u in the cut wit me, i spit and u wont stop bleedin
cuz i keep flowin like hemophiliacs, im the beacon
of nasty spittin, flow retarded, diseased/ not like majik
johnson
cuz he on some
im rich bitch
n i dont want none
i cant charge it
cuz....
money buys drugs , but fame and luv buy antidote
funny how slugs hit suge and pac and pac is ghost
funny how pork ass crakuhs nevah find the killuhs
but lechon can run to pork n beans n find dealuhs
im a sick bas-tad
from all da acid
tabs, slabs of crak,
cookin base im dat master
n if u met me when i was twelve
you'd think i was alan
dope not sell, eyes not swell
nevah see me wyle'in
couple wrong turns , right turn down dat fork road
so book smarts meet street smarts and vocab steady erode
i finna, blazzae blah, den do dat thing
what really hood, what dey do, n mikingbing
why i talk like dat
same reason i walk like dat
i aint hood
but i was raise by gangstas that was no good
but they so good
they had they principles honorable
same as that G-Code wrote by pac and geronimo
think im drunk im lost in da song
n about dat lobster im glad im gone
but miss my dogs, cuz we had a common hate
for dat place we workedat so we could all relate
a steady pace of 10 percent white guests
at da red lobster black people tip the best
probly cuz dey shocked when u give em good service
cuz most stereotype , n them servers, they worthless
cuz if they look ghetto just work out a hustle
get the money at the start, tip the kitch n give em mussels
get 60 for the app, 2 drinks and 2 meals
and u just made 40 dollars off of dat deal

im trashed

1000 thoughts parody

2006-04-02T07:32:00.000-07:00

1000 thoughts parody
Current mood: numb

i seen her in my dreamz at most every othernight

but these nite terrors be my every nite's fight

not talkin bout a bytch , talkin bout my seed

dead mariel sed dont trust nuthin dat bleed

foe seven days, n i dont die

in heaven she reside , so nightly i cried

why....

pac....

why?

n my heart turn black cold n made of dat gran-nit

i try to open up for a girl/ i cant dammit

i tried to open up for a girl/ tried bein nice

but she played me like i play herbs wen i roll dice

i tried bein a nice guy, but she got scare'd

pac sed bein a nice guy, get u no where

so i back bein stone cold, bangin cokehoes

n im dey last step befoe dey dwell dopeholes

oh no!

U KNOW?

u dont?

den ill let u hear it

my hart black hard like lucifer spirit

im sick of argue'in

left permanent scars on my heart , but dey dun healed

but scar tissue hurts when tats hit it , n still

stranglin myself when i try to sleep

try to tink positive but negative it creep

like try'in to think of an angel

devil taps my cerebellum like bogengels

feet shakin like my hands do dat

where da fuk was my lady when i blew crack

no know where she at

no where to be found like tha luv dat we had

not, knife to my chest n she wanted to stab

hieneken bottles at my dome, n all i can do, shake hurup

love relationships so fake like hair n makeup

oh!

so wanted happy home like tupac songs

but i cant hold on to hope, cuz life aint so long

seen a girl in a dream, n she gots my hart

but i never seen her, so my love be in da dark

blahzay blah

2006-04-02T06:45:00.000-07:00

blazay blah
Current mood: brrrrrrrrrrrat

what i know

most of what i seen contra riches

how can i judge jits

when i walked dey shoes n been in dey britches

i never tried to hard

to be accepted on dat boulevard

been in deez kicks all by choice

and it wasnt overnight how i gotz dis voice

steady slangin bangin , a G thru progress

and the G's that taught me turned str8 when i ended process

but that no problem

they taught me dirt duece double may triple problem

revolvin solvin

solute , emulsify, and im dat solvent

n i stand on my own 2 achiles

forgettin bout the lake where we tossed out 2 semis

and i try to walk my older brothers path

but that mean im ignant

so i sit and laugh

n u dont know it yet

might tink i a liar

but i embody the dirt souf

n im it messiah

drunk'n poet

2006-03-31T04:53:00.000-08:00

drunk'n poet
Current mood: crazy

it all inside

and clean give numbness

it joux synapse

dopemine beauty and blunduhs

i creeped thru the trap

fo seven eight summers

n then i seen jail

the truth in numbers

i got rushed in

so im among dis

team from parkhill

whom i run with

and i fought back

was kinda redundant

but respect came back

cuz i swung fist

n when addiction crept

i just plumet

but those who taught me game

beat me for dumbshit

.....enough poetry

flow official........

and the pain in my brain

frustrain voice i hear

and u cant compensate for

all my lost years

or all my lost peers

lockd in for many

so drops a monotear

n it falls in a petty

pile upon dis mirror

moistens dat clean

so i gotta hit da stash box

before i hit da fiends

but what i do wrong

devil work i ruin lives

so when i sing da song

throat infested with hives

still i thrive / wit pac soul i ride

pray standin , so god see souljah inside

seen horrible things/ me finna rip out mah eyes

after dat, felt demon on back, claws in my side

all dat fo evil cash

it be devil nite

then i got a rash

6 inch above thigh

right where i felt da demons claws

"Chas?",

"front me another bag,".

fiend does his thing off reflective glass

seen wraith vision of me back in da past

but ME

i known 2 stab

n ME

im known to mash

n ME

i pass, surpass, the grasp, of tings like crak

mikingbing

i got dat

i had dat , in many a situation

dam near a decade of contraband n litigation

pitchin, waitin, patiently ..... for dem investors

call for a distribution deal, not from bill collectors

or collection agencies, recolect remember

hazy deez commitments tracks not rendered

the steady clockin chasin me

never see me base'in c

i only blaze da tree

no devil dick fo me

C got addictive tendencies

money drugs n hennesey

dwellin on my memories

my boy in the streets

my girl act like my enemy

my lady on the side wakin up at 3:03

deth threat from my x, sayin dont be wit charli B

why do i ramble

cuz im drunk and flow fo weeks

asa say da songs lack content and consistency

his angle

best thing i heard since

ill give u knoggin jus blow ur weed

wyle u manhandle me

CeeBee tired of hearin "i luv da trak, ur the best emcee"

they always finna pull dick, they doeknow ceebeebeezie

been drunk typin fo 22 minutes and im high

recalect the beauty of numburs speaks to the beauty outside

been krunk, up, down, low, i clept it all inside

cuz theres an individual numbness, among us it reside

when im standin at ur side/ know no non-fiction

since college all deez ignant rappuhs fukd my diction

so u might think im fakin like i be from da hood, wardie

naw, i just chilled there in the cut, sellin dp upto fordie

headfirst in the trap at one foe years

twenty duece 2 fo fo untraceable but clear

regs double up/ life cruise control/ game steers

6 grand in product visualize fears

but enough bout dat

it all inside actually

my addiction to the game

is inbeded in personality

caine, pain, dopemeng, and brutality

thangs bang in dopegame, cause calamity

but truth in numbers, n numbers follow g code

on bikes be da runners n mademen in da peephole

why i ramble

why 50 pairs of chancletas

why so many sandals

every color, silver soon in breast, ah

mine-dwellin scallywag

every girl i been wit

want money or pelly-bags

thats a sin bitch

C-murdah at charthouse, muslim said

women be evil, inherently, just want ur bread

or power, words of allah

str8 outta koran

son of sam or son of uncle sam

what the fuk that mean

tangent off topic

rambling again like a bible prophet

40seven minutes typin

aint said not a nan nudduh ting

what wrong with charli bud-DUH!, c dot pudo, Charli Bing

rich in disguise

2006-02-26T03:42:00.000-08:00

invisable ballin'
Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

so christine gave me a birfday card she made(one of 2 cards i got) and she wrote a poem called "rich in secret"

this is my version.....

rich in disguise

wish i was rich in secret, like a wraith is
so i could write on good paper instead of blank bank statements

wish i be rich in disguise
so i would'nt have to do dem tings i do in the dead nite

wish i was rich, unseen, like da vapor
dat make fiends spend paper and cut my source wit dat razor

wish i was rich wit no one knowin
so i would'nt feel swelterin heat while i cause a snow'in

wish i had millions in secret
so i could send bills in for tuitions for those who need it
wish i was ballin where no one peep it
so da last bar could trickle down n get her brother's teef fixed

wish i was rich, not known by the earth world
den i could give tha weddin deserved to my first gurl
friend
but not to me
and hopefully
then, when i rich
it be ghostly
and
i can find a queen to be wit me
cause dough
visually
entices gold diggers
salivate like hammerhead 2 redmeat
SEE CeeBee, had a heart at 1 time
but now luv, No See like underground rimes
and tupacs demise

i wish i had pape's hidden like land mines
so my roaddogs could explode outta dirt n jus shine

and if i was rich and no one could read
id open methadone clinics, shelters, soup kitchens in OT
give clean hypodermiks to fiends, so no share wit homies
and probably go to projects and pass out Oh Zees

and if i had wealth invisible /appalonius
id walk thru walls and get off those felonius
help bang out cases
and for paper chasers
give em what they need to re up
and hook up basers
cuz if dey dont do it crackuhs will did
n they just tryin to feed dey mom dukes or kids

n if i had cash burried like tony suprano
id cap brian and christine a crib in orlando
naw im lyin
I WOULDNT DO dat IF I WAS PAID
...
...
...
...
...
...
id buy dem a crib by mine, up in DADE

if i be rich and it was unknown
i wouldnt cap gold chains or cars on chrome
i cap african gold mines and have em demolished
so at least a lil more slavery be abolished

say i had some paper, not seen like ameoba
finance 73 impala and crib fo cohiba
art studio fo spenjax 10 guitars steven lee
probably buy a bar just to have a spot to be

and when i get a lil cash
ill get my tats
12 pack golds
fix up studio where we rap

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrat!

but if i had 10 back accounts and no on knew em
i could stop talkin bout good deeds and just go do em

-charli budduh

thanks christine aka milky motts aka c - murdah aka the flower vase assasin aka brian's christine aka that crazy apple slappin white gurl aka chalimah aka c - bomb aka C ward (former d block inmate) aka queen of the RIG aka riglobster inmate 0293932 (released), aka one of the most richeous people i eva did met aka albrino's momma aka C ward aka brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrat recipient aka ms. i feel ur pain aka the should to krylon aka uhh yah tupac loves you

response to SPEN's tyme 2 change

2006-02-20T14:52:00.000-08:00

SPEN

Friday, February 17, 2006

tyme 2 change
Current mood: numb

Paint drips diluted from slit wrist as I witness my words ghost written on the black list of ignorance, why didn't you listen. One day of starvation is better than hope torn from place of creation.. I must let my chains rip my ego apart so I know my wrong and bear the weight I created. I now have to carry my burdens. For I alone let my soul not matter as it died darker than the pain I used as an excuse. Im not the same. I see madness in all life around me. Can I find a pure loving soul to guide me into the utopia I once had locked in my mind. If not give me hell for all life can have heaven. I release my selfish needs if it means not one soul will suffer or cause pain towards another. wrapped in a blanket woven from lost hope tears of black cancer tare all visions from my mantra. Must hold on to the last bit of good, inorder to father it so I may bring bliss to my family.

Ill fix it!
1:04 AM - 3 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment -

K-Hole Studios

as we watch the paint dry

bio momma pregnated eatin paint chips all the while

or did i eat paint chips as a child

or is it da crack coke acid or lik dat made my style

my pops ax, "why i turn out da way i did"

i started workin at 10 resteraunt like u did, I UR KID

SHYT

i am my fathers sun

i hold my fathers gun

with no intentions to run

click clack, pull pack, n hit da blunt

the bullet

his anger and rage made me so passionate

i pull it?

my respect, his buisiness sense, make C think back on it

a bully

i nevah ak like dat

a mooley

never called a blak man dat

im trully,

an anti racist........ but

i hate a fukin crackuh......

with stars and bars on his truck

and lately my life been run amuck

in debt slippin on K future, plus bad luck

n i aint even gonna speak on chem dependencies

or the demons that menace me, dam i need a remedy

but the only one i see is a female standing next to me

dont fall for her, heart blak like wicca or sant-ary..

an magik and / or exorcisms..

deez tragik preminitions and visions

dat hocus pocus , po gon rope us, jus like magicians

i take anuthah blast, tho i kno it bad shit

i had it, im dun, den i chase dat white rabit

bad habit but still in dat fluffy animal burrow

crack is butt.. krills dat make musty mammals burrow

deep in da streets

first come da weed

den come da bleek

sooner dan later rock up and u spark dat geek

see, ur dammed tuh end dup at the hindu store..

dat blue.. cap da flower stem no more ... two for..

ones.. now u just cap 3 hards.. ur dun

now it time to hop on the right path

hold food n grow, like substrate , shrooms grasp

actually........... dat was inverted

cuz bud-DUH! drunk and high, yah......uheard it

bud-DUH! drunk and high, but i aint worthless

got ambitions not forgotten not murdered

too far in debt so dey on tha bak burner

cuz ill die before khole dies..

hope my sun remix blinded light..

SPEN be my brother , COHIBA be anuthah

god sent me GUTTUH and CO C. be his brothah

so there a CO n bud-DUH!

A COKE and GUTTAH...

SPEN ride for CHARLI

so ill merk for his muthah

we all KO-DEEZ fo each other

KHOLE HARLEM HEIGHTS

Ecks-O--Dust mofukah

Posted by K-Hole Studios on Monday, February 20, 2006 at 12:53 PM
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K-Hole Studios

we live off lies

we live our lives

mad man clean and he livin his live

we livin to climb

droppin a line

never droppin a dime

unless im droppin my bitch

never rokin a wire

cuz den i be a snitch

never popped da nine

never dropped da fire

only popped dat two two

but to ground i fired

mind older dan duece duece

i been dat squire

medievil but skipper in da EM word

my needs been dire

but for da fam gotta provide first

family first card

suposed to buy dat food

but 75 cent 2 dollar could become 2

or it could become boot

if yous be addicted

street life in vocab, see it in in the script bitch

like i bust quadroople negatives

nah notta nan nada nuttah budduh , jus me trick

im sik wit leprocy ......how i spit shit

spit 2 bars decay n ur arms drop off ur ligaments

rip broads easily and spark crops of killah shyt

spit snot on emcees who talk talk but dey really bytch

clip marks who seen to be real but lechon affilit.....d

feelin it?

like jacko and kids

or foot draggin junkies jus tryin to get a fix

12 duckets play wit thoughts

crabs in bucket fighted up

khole it be dat family

time for me to tighten up

cuz i gotz to lead da movement

born to be a general

gotta make some moves and

be example for da animals

army of 12 monkeys

all be blood brothers

fuk goin postal/ medievil

trogladite on u bustahs

-bud-DUH

-----charli bobblehead budduh brown aka charli bud-DUH! aka charli duckets aka charli 6 fingers aka charli durton aka charli i cant belive it not margarine aka the scatter man aka el jefe de khole aka yae pirate aka call me what u want just dont call me broke aka ceebee beezie aka C DOT aka charli bing aka parkhill charli aka the phs prodigy aka IJJC brother aka charli scootch bootch.....

Posted by K-Hole Studios on Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 2:52 PM
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SpenSolosGirl

Baby i hope to be the the pure love you found it and i ll help u thru anything just as i already have ,, i love you always will the love i have for you will never change or die ,, for u are my one and only now and forever,, what you usto write makes so much sense ,, u are a special soul that i am glad to have n=met and have loved ,, thanks for loving me soooo much in return too

freeze style 3 4 5

2005-11-03T09:25:00.000-08:00

freeze style 3 4 5
Current mood: awake

i gots dis dream

dat 1 day i be famous

but on dat real

ill probly have my brains spill on pavement

yo save it

i hope jesus come save us

but if he dont

i hope at least satan burnin rapists

but, he probly burnin wit em

and cuttin coke wit razors

cause he da root of all evil

he dey creator

evil be money

evil in drugs

evil in dem dum dum dummys

But evil and thugs

no correlation 1 nation

dat follow G CODE

lungs resparatin

as i be puffin da dro

numb be my nose.. but im clockin da dough

u say ur bitch is bad

.......so im stuffin yahoe

u say ur block got ifire

i hold crispier leaves

got fiends pushin stems harder than christopher reeves

when da hustlah leaves

fiends start to plea

let me get a free bag

sayin its dey birfday

i dont see dat

a free wak/u hooked/cuz

my shit like pedico

cohiba from cuba/ spen T dot puerto rico

i be italian so im screamin BAFANGU

u'll never see C dot BUdduh go and drop dat tool

cuz its like it superglued str8 2 my hand

i gots dat supablue fo bout 80 a gram

n ima product of da 80s man

put ur head ina miami vice/ den i makes u cram

but not fo no final

like nicky from casino/icepick 2 ur balls den i rip out ur spinal

ill put it on vinal/spit it on wax/ while i sniffin da waks

no vig on me/ i best not see no tax

c note stacks/ yae yo blasts/ matterahhhhh fact

c dot bud-duh-duh always spit dat crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrak!

factual rap/ cohib 2 da chop chop splak blak Ack

"what was dat?"

i dont repeat myself

ill make ur speakahs melt/like blanco and bleech/

tanco on da streets

especially if u coppin shit str8 outta da beach

sweat in my sleep

6 feet deep

my beds cousin

and ima get da fuk outta here

if da feds comin

ima smart mofukah wit sum drug distortion

ill brag bout dat but not about no fortune.......

i aint got no chips stocks or securities

but i got a handful o dogs dat will diefome

AND str8 out da muscle encased in my ribcage

dats worth more dat all da billions bill gate made

Ima slave 2 hiphop da street and da game

i behave likeim crazy but i aint insane

im da only normal one

and all deezs fux critisizing

be abnormal son

1

God gave me gift 2 b artistic

and my best friends brother came out da womb autistic

my dog dyslexick

failed education

cause his parents never too a sec to see da situation

life is fermentation

of 1 roll of da c-lo dice

1 2 3 now u fuked fo life

repercutions like a rock in a pond

2 rocks in da palm/ means u back on dat thing thing/

chant dat same sad song/when u off dat thing ur dome go brrrrrrrrring ring

and my worst wrong

i took my road dog to da hole by da park in da heights

when he was clean for weeks off dat white

and bouldahs

but fuk remorse KO-DS be souljahs

CHARLI BUDduhDUH

dam im fukdup

fuk callin it a day

ill call it a week

out flippin yae

keys and bricks of weed

stay drunk ignant bobble head

dumb it down

sniff krunk sick in the cerebrum

numbin now

spliff funk rippin bubble meds

and crushin pow

bitch punks snitchin throttle bread

wont say how

got paid by thou?

u gotta be a boss.

cause i dont fux wit middlemen

hustlahs loss

budduh gets crossed

fake friends get tossed

u gets throw in 8th street canal

if u marked

checkmark on the B.O.S. list

means u get bombed on sight

dont flip to my peeps

do no wrong with white

blinded by the light

first track on the album

if dey fuk wit spen or cohib

den ima out 'em

and the same goes for madman cause now he fam

saw a body into peices after they get blammed

acid in the bathtub dissolves bones sufficiently

never done it myself but my great grandads caligraphy

stated in da journal

some lessons that eternal

bout how to be italian and spit an inferno

my great grandad probably flipin in his grave

cause i chill it moolians rappin all day

but times done changed

and if i was his age

back in da day

alcatraz locked in a cage

i might of had that mentality

but i grew up now and formed my personality

based on my enviorment and the place i live

i stuck wit da gangstahs and hated rich kids

white trash be makin me sick to my stomach

rock concert dey said coon, i had to run it

he knew how to grapple i lost,

didnt pass the test

at least i step to da battle, and fought

didnt supress

my emotions of hate for racist fux

but am i hate monger cause i say fuk da klux

i think im sharin a lil too much

gettin on topics life my half brother and such

let me touch on a couple tings

to any listeners

COHIB went in the 20th(sept 20 2005)

political prisoner

the hour before he left we recorded a track

it on the new album wit cohib and spen jax

plate to your face just like a tray jack

charli budDUH did i studder

spit yae sax

MAD man rock album workin in progress

snot and blood lurkin in yo brain

just like lockness

Spent t dot mascarade

morph to loony toon

spent push rock cash da yae

sorta like a loony goon

cohiba a cuban mofukah like a cigar

got lines running down his neck strait to his arms

peel off tha outtah leaf and look what in it

same ting dat outside

poison tar and sinnin

we all gots the fiends breakin down tha door

break

graff

produce

rap

and more.....

so fuk any haters

not feelin da K

and fuk anybody

who aint feelin my YAE

i spit coke

-CHARLI BUDduhDUH

"what? u want some of dis hot fire"

freeze 2

2005-11-03T07:02:00.000-08:00

freeze style 2
Current mood: awake

charli bud-Duh strive to get da albums out/
stay in da 305 and I be shoutin out/
K hole , big up 2 dat THC/
no fugazzi/ like a mutt wit rabies/
seen mutts foam out da mouf/
and im sicker den dem how i spit germ
out da souf/ filthy
fill da pouch/ no pooch/ dat backwards grind
still Gees o bootch and scootch fill fiends backward minds/
aint no gangsta but learnt geronimos G Code/
i follow it closely when doin my evil/
the sequel to the first album all in conception/
and the prequel was my crimes till dis cons perception/
flipped like a brik of regs in public school/
and i never slip bud-duh dont studdah fool/
held dem tool.. dirty got rid of em..
in a cyper dey say it written when i go spit at em..
but fukem cause haters bustin str8 publicity..
u might find me bent at a pub where I be flippin Gees..
smell chron scent at da club when i be rippin beats..
cause my peeps stay high all day..
fiends wired all day.. tense, off of dat raw yae..
pends between base and rocks banged in microwave..
i spit crack basically..
get u rowdy the fall off when i leave..
from my pen i bleed.. but tattoo tears..
fux wit IJ or C and catch a gak to da ear..
J sincere, my dawg, and we dun bizness..
witness for a contract sign, but when a contract come by we leave no witness..
we senseless.. authorities wanna shoot me wit lithium..
cohiba a barber.. seen him head crack wit clippers/one
luv to all dem PARKHILL TROOPERS..
cuz dey da ones who showed me my first dirt RUGER..

dam im drunk

fukdup

CHARLI Bud-DUH
KHOLE

freeze style

2005-07-20T08:35:00.000-07:00

freeze
Current mood: awake

charli spit da rawest like pedico outta bogata/
some say dey spit dumb but wont free so dey boastin for/
no reason/ like dey still fux wit fruit loops/
lockjaw when u call em out like dey on scootch bootch/
i guess dey wired/ shut like they west of kanye/
bud-DUH impress, inspire, spit fresh all day/
u cant play da K/ we aint have it man/
C Be yah local yae weed n acid man/
back at it den, i take a hiatus/
just a short while, load See Discs in da cases/
5 faces/ of death/ but one for budDUH/
2 face/ pillow to dey face/ till dey smothered/
asphixiation/ ecks-0-dust/ revalation/
ecks-out-dust for new elevation/
now im really high/ scope on stocks and land/
from dealing wit dope blow and contraband/
to gettin into industry wit da same mouf game/
as pushin out dat filthy, souf, step cocaine/
c dot know lone be da wolf to knaw ligament/
and Cohib aint quick to swallow bags/ but get rid o shyt/
when christmas lites flash/ and since i met SPENJAX/ i been spittin mo prophecy than satans black mass/
and congregation, be a hoarde of da ruthless/
like MADMAN, who facefuks a bitch till she toothless/
so salute dis............/ souljah of dade/
like 3rd moon ill have u see stars from a fade/
so who u gonna play?/ not the K or cromagnum/ aight?
fuck goin medievil we goin trogladite/

charli budduh
KHOLE
ecks-0-dust