Charles Hamilton - Intro (Outside Looking ) lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Intro Outside Looking lyrics]
Alright i'm in
I'm in good
Here are your names mr brown
Mr white mr blonde
Mr blue mr orange
And Mr pink
Why am I Mr pink?
Aye yo peace to the
Physical pain and pressure
Get pushed to the pain it's painted pleasure
Proud apart from the status quo
Rap flow, fast or slow
Past go Now I got two hundred cash to grow
Eyes for the intellect I'm interested in
Intercepted your idiotic inquiries
To win cause i'm in it to win
Informed the interns that's what
The "in's" for
Niggas need a big for this storm
Case for the kicks and knuckles
Fought my way to the top
Fuck a struggle man the kid is trouble
Put it together p-IN-K, get paid
E-ccentric been this way since fifth grade
Sixth grade they thought I was bitch made
Used to get played till tenth grade
The day I got a switchblade
When it came to girls I was never cute
Never fly just a regular dude
To tell the truth
Shit changed now hoes look with a better view
So P-IN-K means pussy? I never knew
Philosophically I need kush
Everybody has piff and crack
I need weed with three books
Peace for psychotic oz for I got it
M-K is I'm not getting do not knock it
Since y'all backwards, I killed noise
I promise
Get so high that I can make the sky vomit
But, I'm forward, nevertheless
And the noise won't stop so I guess
It's a promise I never kept
When in Rome do as the Romans do
So Imma roam the earth, with my Trojan shoes
Each step saying "Fuck the world"
Turn the beat up i beat up the beat up
The street from the temple my temple
Is right up in your ears by your temple
It's simple, I'll make my own instrumentals
You don't like it? Fuck you, that's my MO
Charles breaks silence charles' beats sample
CBS bitch you don't like
It change the channel
You'll never match up so fuck
Trying to get a candle
Everyday I'm Hustling busting my ass bustling
Now I make tracks with a trusted friend
So god forbid anybody is
Fucking with mister Musington
He gonna wish that he was one
Of them Huxtable fucking kids
Niggas asking "What's wrong with me
Nigga I don't really care I make songs for me
And if you didn't like it than
You shouldn't have bought it
If I ain't think it was hot
Then I wouldn't record it
But, if tomorrow if I say hate Nate Dammit
We doing business together so I
Guess we gotta manage but we
Brothers for life so all hate should vanish
I'm finished, one, eesh, Can it!
I'm in good
Here are your names mr brown
Mr white mr blonde
Mr blue mr orange
And Mr pink
Why am I Mr pink?
Aye yo peace to the
Physical pain and pressure
Get pushed to the pain it's painted pleasure
Proud apart from the status quo
Rap flow, fast or slow
Past go Now I got two hundred cash to grow
Eyes for the intellect I'm interested in
Intercepted your idiotic inquiries
To win cause i'm in it to win
Informed the interns that's what
The "in's" for
Niggas need a big for this storm
Case for the kicks and knuckles
Fought my way to the top
Fuck a struggle man the kid is trouble
Put it together p-IN-K, get paid
E-ccentric been this way since fifth grade
Sixth grade they thought I was bitch made
Used to get played till tenth grade
The day I got a switchblade
When it came to girls I was never cute
Never fly just a regular dude
To tell the truth
Shit changed now hoes look with a better view
So P-IN-K means pussy? I never knew
Philosophically I need kush
Everybody has piff and crack
I need weed with three books
Peace for psychotic oz for I got it
M-K is I'm not getting do not knock it
Since y'all backwards, I killed noise
I promise
Get so high that I can make the sky vomit
But, I'm forward, nevertheless
And the noise won't stop so I guess
It's a promise I never kept
When in Rome do as the Romans do
So Imma roam the earth, with my Trojan shoes
Each step saying "Fuck the world"
Turn the beat up i beat up the beat up
The street from the temple my temple
Is right up in your ears by your temple
It's simple, I'll make my own instrumentals
You don't like it? Fuck you, that's my MO
Charles breaks silence charles' beats sample
CBS bitch you don't like
It change the channel
You'll never match up so fuck
Trying to get a candle
Everyday I'm Hustling busting my ass bustling
Now I make tracks with a trusted friend
So god forbid anybody is
Fucking with mister Musington
He gonna wish that he was one
Of them Huxtable fucking kids
Niggas asking "What's wrong with me
Nigga I don't really care I make songs for me
And if you didn't like it than
You shouldn't have bought it
If I ain't think it was hot
Then I wouldn't record it
But, if tomorrow if I say hate Nate Dammit
We doing business together so I
Guess we gotta manage but we
Brothers for life so all hate should vanish
I'm finished, one, eesh, Can it!