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I make music on earphones microphone and I think if I ever got the chance to do whatever I want in a real booth, I would be famous, but hey everyone has to star
Tony Hubbard is an American rapper and producer from Hamilton, Ohio professionally known as TonyHamilton. He has hit top ten on soundclick and has never been in a studio, only rapping in earphones.
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Charts
Peak #952
Peak in subgenre #67
Author
TonyHamilton
Uploaded
May 06, 2017
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:19
Lyrics
I dont know how in the world i started rapping, and my lyrics are never over lapping, and i can ruin em wit the cappin, so get the record deal and make it snappy, i dont need a beat to make a classic, just turn on the flow and watch me smash it, its cuz im tired of livin in a trash can, ima be the man than helps the future wit my bands, me rapping is just ranting on a beat, but ima champion of the the mcs, you'd think I had a degree but nope I don't even got a high school diploma, words still put you in a coma, but that's good cuz you don't wanna see this world after I took it over, these women wont be hoes no more men are gonna be like soldiers, shits getting old, streets gettin colder, and they wondering why they always hungover, cuz drinkin is the notion, shitty life so it's the potion, now let that seep in like lotion, well start a revolution and the government will ask wuts all the commotion, and we'll tell em were tired of these playgrounds covered in corrosion, while they building skyscrapers and rubbing out nose in it,and they can go ahead and act like they hot shit, cuz then well be roastin, we are the important ones yo now spread that across the oceans, so that one day the underdog can make a toast to millions, for once he's the one, and she's no longer the runt, this is wut we all want, it's only natural son, the way a superball jumps, the way a dog humps, the way all snobs act like cunts,
fuck it I guess I'm thinkin too much, or y'all ain't thinking enough, quit going when you hit a rut, but ima quit when there's dirt over me while I'm wearing a gold tux, still giving no fucks, like any young person I wanna make them bucks, but just like any other kid from the trenches there's no luck, so we bustin back and y'all better duck, keep talking shit cuz that young man got his gun tucked, and he is not your friend, he about to take ya benjamins, oh just a natural robber from the hood, but wut they dont see, is him feeding his family, the modern day robin hood, rapping again and god does it feel good, you regret telling me id go nowhere? well you should, next time I bet I bite when you bark, then i lay shit down like hardwood, you think you know the struggle, well then come to our hood, ima good man cuz I got out young, but all them preppy kids made me feel alone, so id rather always go home, i think the lack of love is wut makes me wanna shine like chrome, a hug ain't gonna help shit now cuz I'm grown, but I woul6dn't change shit cuz look at the way I'm glowing, i could take the hurricane out an ocean, sit it in yo house then let it keep go in, i may be 20 but I'm ready for the throne, that t hamilton bet you miss me when I'm gone,
i love you is on the tip of your tongue, well sorry mf i gotta run, the kingdom comes and when i get there the people run, like i was clinton, but i am your savior, call me tony trump, still not famous I've have enough, im on mixtape 7, i should be in heaven, still hit top ten on soundclick, bet im famous by mixtape 11, cuz if not ima cut the head off a reverend on my 12th, go to hell and give it to the devil himself, then ask tell him ill give my soul for a record deal, but bet when i get back im gonna spit the kind of fire to make your skin melt, im going crazy and im sure you can tell, this life got me feelin like im in jail, and becoming a rapper is my only bail, feels like im in a coffin and they just hammered the last nail, they wanna get rid of the beast cuz they're tired of tucking their tail, wut can I say i love to feast, blood still dripping off the meat, but my favorite flavor is wack mcs, i am the recipe, still young and dumb but I have learned enough of the streets to spot out the snake in the garden of eden,
highway to hell but I took the exit to heaven speedin, bein chased by a demon, like a dope boyby a fiend, then I wake up screamin, damn it was all just a dream
