After his parents, a Muslim father from Oyo State, Nigeria and a Christian mother from the United States, separated in his early teenage years, Chamillionaire settled into a notoriously dangerous inner-city neighborhood in North Houston called Acres Homes, which he elaborated upon during an interview with Houston's 104.9 KPTY on October 3. Rap and other forms of secular music, which his parents had highly opposed in their household, became very appealing to the young Hakeem Seriki. Inspired by local rap acts such as The Geto Boys, 8 Ball & MJG, and UGK, as well as other national acts such as N.W.A. and Public Enemy, Chamillionaire began to compose his own ponies.
At a young age, Chamillionaire along with fellow rap music artist and childhood friend Paul Wall, had decided to make music their careers. One day while promoting themselves at a Texas event, Paul Wall and Chamillionaire ran into Michael 5000 Watts, a popular mixtape DJ from the Northside. After proposing to do promotions for Watts' company, the Swishahouse, Chamillionaire and Paul Wall came to Watts' studio and convinced Watts to allow them freestyle on an intro to Watts' radio show on Houston’s 97.9 The Box. Watts, who himself was convinced to rap on the record, enjoyed the freestyle so much that he put the verses on one of his mixtapes. The freestyle became so popular in the streets that Chamillionaire and Paul Wall became regular staples on Houston's mixtape circuit, appeared on several of Watts' mixtapes, and became permanent members of Swishahouse.
Although Paul Wall and Chamillionaire were making much noise in the streets by rapping on Watts' mixtapes, they, along with several other members of the Swishahouse, became frustrated with the lack of money they were receiving from the mixtapes. After fellow member Slim Thug left the label, Chamillionaire and Paul Wall followed and started their own mixtape group known as The Color Changin' Click. Each successive mixtape released by The Color Changin' Click led to more business opportunities; the most notable of which being a contract to do a full album for Paid in Full Records. A one album contract was then negotiated between the Color Changin' Click and Paid in Full's label head, DJ Madd Hatta from 97.9 The Box, and the CCC's first album, Get Ya Mind Correct, would go on to sell over 100,000 copies.
The sale of all these albums without the backing of a major deal caught the attention of several major labels wanting to sign Chamillionaire and Paul. Chamillionaire and his labelmates decided to remain independent, however, until the right deal came along. While working on his second album with the Color Changin' Click, Chamillionaire began to have creative differences with Paul Wall, so much so that it was decided that the two emcees should each release solo albums that would be packaged together. When Chamillionaire became dissatisfied with how things were being resolved, he left Paid in Full and his almost complete album after fulfilling his contractual obligations to focus on promoting his mixtape label Chamillitary instead. As a kid, Chamillionaire was a big fan of MANKind, also known as Big June.
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This kid from Houston, Texas has some nerve. That's what came to mind as you watched an MTV special in early 2005 showcasing H-Town's commercial and artistic re-emergence on the rap scene. Following his brazen freestyle, the focused and much-heralded MC known as Chamillionaire faced a national audience and launched a swagger-filled proclamation on camera: "I'm the truth from Texas..." While such boasting may seem par-for-the-course in the prideful 25-year-plus history of hip-hop, the latter ambitious statement aptly describes Chamillionaire. It's the reason why he earned the lofty alias "The Mixtape Messiah," a title Cham was crowned after independently selling over 100,000 copies of the Get Ya Mind Correct album, and by selling thousands of his numerous mix tapes. It's why the former member of Houston's legendary mix-tape power Swisha House garnered coverage in such major hip-hop publications as Source and XXL without the backing of a major deal. When the Houston lyricist set off a major label bidding war to distribute his Chamillitary Records, it became abundantly clear throughout the 'hood and the music industry Chamillionaire is indeed the truth.
With his major-label debut The Sound Of Revenge set for release on Universal Records, Chamillionaire is poised to take his place among Houston's current hip-hop elite, including the new generation of rhyme-spitters such as Lil' Flip, Slim Thug, Mike Jones and Paul Wall, as well respected vets UGK and Scarface. "You call out a lot of rappers and ask them why they are the best and they are going to tell you everything but the music," Cham laughs. "They will tell you that they are the best because they have some nice rims, a chain, and a mansion." He then adds in a straight-no-chaser tone, "You've heard all the hype about Chamillionaire; that he's sick with the lyrics, sings hooks, and represents the streets and the clubs. But I just want to come as close as possible to living up to my reputation."
Chamillionaire recruits an impressive list of talent on his debut effort, including Lil' Flip, Bun B, Scarface, and Krayzie Bone, as well as in-demand producers Scott Storch (50 Cent), Mannie Fresh (Lil' Wayne, Baby, Juvenile) and Cool & Dre (The Game). But, it's his work with Atlanta studio kings The Beat Bullies (1Big Boi/OutKast) that sets the tone for much of The Sound Of Revenge's diverse platform. "They understand me," Cham says of the in-house producers. "There are a lot of producers that have dope beats, but they don't know me as an artist. [The Beat Bullies] being from Atlanta, can take it to the strip clubs, the streets and to the radio."
The name Chamillionaire represents the unique style that defines the talented urban artist, and his ability to change and adapt on the fly, forcing people to respect the true breadth of his talent. And just as this MC moniker exemplifies, Chamillionaire is anything but predictable and most certainly versatile. "Picture Perfect" featuring Bun B comes off as a lyrical nod to the classic 'hood swagger of UGK, while the Beat Bullies'-anchored "Radio Interruption" showcases Cham's prowess for walking the blurred line between street praise and mass appeal. The storytelling brilliance of "No Snitching" (Cool & Dre), finds Cham detailing the unwritten laws of 'hood politics. On the Scott Storch produced "Turn It Up," Cham tag-teams with freestyle king Lil' Flip as they spit over an infectious track that is Houston's answer to a summer club banger. And the soulful "Here Comes The Rain" finds Chamillionaire exploring the daily struggles of life with heartfelt lyricism and ghetto angst.
"It's a very personal song and the title says it all," Cham says of the revealing track. "In a person's life the rain symbolizes the struggles we all go through. Whether you are dealing with losing a loved one or your rent is due on the 1st, but it's the 3rd and you don't have it. I'm just talking about surviving the tough times."
Chamillionaire has definitely seen his share of struggles on his road to redemption. Born to a Muslim father and Christian mother, secular music was banned in his household. Chamillionaire was barely a teenager when he moved to a low-income neighborhood in the notorious North Side of Houston, following the separation of his parents. By the early '90s, however, rap rebels such as NWA, Public Enemy, as well as hometown heroes The Geto Boys, 8-Ball & MJG and UGK would inspire a young Hakeem to write his own rhymes.
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Love It
Chamillionaire Lyrics
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Ha-ha whooo, Southern Smoke
You're in the presence of the finest
I ain't gotta say it, you know who this is
DJ Smallz (Chamillitary mayn)
They pointing at me Smallz, man on fire
I'm not that bad right Smallz, ha-ha let's go
They could tell I was built to last, by the way I handled my past
Man it's gotta be hard, you giving haters a pass
I know, I should put a foot up your ass
Your realness been revoked, it's time to take off the mask
Yeah, cause I'ma show you how to do the game
Y'all ain't making no sense, like Pootie Tang
You doing what, well gon ahead and do your thang
After that comes the bang, like Coota mayn
Cooler than the cooler man, cause I'm not scary
Real recognize real, nigga I'm very
I ain't gotta chase shows, ain't necessary
Still wanna pay, to get me booked like a library
Dreams of being rich, turned to reality
Mo' money mo' problems, I'm rich and that's nigga's mad at me
If I was still broke, niggaz would see a badder me
Destiny is what it is, and what it had to be
Sipping Hennessey, with nothing to chase
And I fold him, like the stacks of money up in my safe
Use to say that I was rude, putting boys in they place
Back when Note and Flip, was putting diamonds up in they face
I was telling boys, F' you pay me
The whisper in my ear, was saying the same baby
Ok (ok), you crazy
For thinking I'ma sit here, and let you degrade me
In this story, I was looking like the bad guy
Everybody pointing fingers at me, when I pass by
So I must be the bad one, and that's why
I throw up the middle, when I use to tell they ass hi
But no, no Mr. Rogers here
You gotta love the way I rep, but you ain't gotta cheer
I'm in a Swiss hotel, is there a problem here
Compliment your Cris', you can sip because we're out of beer
Yeah, never cared for the Michelob
Put the bigger karat in my ear, couldn't fit my lobe
Tell my chick to come here, then I flip the strobe
Light cause tonight, is the night where you forget your clothes
After that, it's right back to going after cash
Then it's back to going hard, on the bastard ass
Murk him lyrically, or I can give that ass a pass
You're in the scope, like the staff down with Aftermath
[Hook]
Hate it or love it, "Sound of Revenge" gon drop
And I bet every dot, I will silence that talk
Houston's MVP, the ruler of the game is me
Chamillitary nigga, we will see
[talking]
Hol' up back at it again, it's your host for this evening
Chamillitary nigga, and we letting y'all know right now
This is the only tape, you should be playing
In your speakers right now, Southern Smo- [coughing]
In Chamillionaire's song "Love It," the lyrics convey a sense of empowerment and confidence. The artist begins by asserting his resilience and ability to handle his past, suggesting that he is built to last. He challenges his haters, criticizing their lack of authenticity and urging them to take off their masks. Chamillionaire asserts his superiority in the game, stating that he will show others how it's done. He mocks those who are not making sense and compares himself to the coolness of the "cooler man." He emphasizes his realness and recognition in the industry, confident in his success and unbothered by the jealousy of others.
The lyrics also touch on the theme of success and wealth. Chamillionaire acknowledges that being rich comes with its own set of problems but also highlights that it makes others envious. He dismisses those who would criticize him, emphasizing that if he were still broke, they would find something else to be mad about. He recalls his past struggles and experiences, expressing gratitude for turning his dreams of being rich into a reality. Despite being accused of being rude or the "bad guy," he embraces his reputation and stands up for himself. The song closes with a reminder of his status as Houston's MVP and the ruler of the game.
Line by Line Meaning
They could tell I was built to last, by the way I handled my past
I have proven my resilience and strength through how I have dealt with my past experiences.
Man it's gotta be hard, you giving haters a pass
It must be difficult for you to ignore the hate and criticism you receive.
I know, I should put a foot up your ass
I should teach you a lesson and stand up to your disrespectful behavior.
Your realness been revoked, it's time to take off the mask
Your authenticity has been questioned, and it's time for you to reveal your true intentions.
Yeah, 'cause I'ma show you how to do the game
I will demonstrate the proper way to navigate and succeed in the music industry.
Y'all ain't making no sense, like Pootie Tang
Your words and actions lack logic and coherence, similar to the character Pootie Tang.
You doing what, well gon' ahead and do your thang
If you insist on pursuing your own agenda, go ahead and continue.
After that comes the bang, like Coota mayn
There will be consequences or repercussions, just like a sudden impact.
Cooler than the cooler man, 'cause I'm not scary
I am confident and unafraid, unlike someone who is easily frightened.
Real recognize real, nigga I'm very
Genuine individuals can identify and acknowledge one another, and I am undoubtedly authentic.
I ain't gotta chase shows, ain't necessary
I don't need to desperately pursue gigs or performances, as it is not essential.
Still wanna pay, to get me booked like a library
People are willing to pay a significant amount to have me booked for events or appearances.
Dreams of being rich, turned to reality
My aspirations of achieving wealth have transformed into actuality.
Mo' money mo' problems, I'm rich and that's nigga's mad at me
Having increased wealth leads to increased challenges, and individuals are envious and resentful of my success.
If I was still broke, niggaz would see a badder me
If I were still struggling financially, others would witness a more aggressive and determined version of myself.
Destiny is what it is, and what it had to be
Fate is predetermined, and I have accepted and embraced my destined path.
Sipping Hennessey, with nothing to chase
Enjoying Hennessey liquor without any need for further distractions or pursuits.
And I fold him, like the stacks of money up in my safe
I defeat and outsmart my opponents, just like I stack and organize bundles of money in my secure safe.
Used to say that I was rude, putting boys in they place
In the past, people accused me of being impolite, asserting my dominance and confronting others.
Back when Note and Flip, was putting diamonds up in they face
During the period when Note and Flip were flaunting their wealth with diamond jewelry.
I was telling boys, F' you pay me
I firmly demanded payment and compensation from individuals.
The whisper in my ear, was saying the same baby
The inner voice in my head echoed the same sentiment of asserting my worth and demanding compensation.
Okay (okay), you crazy
Alright, it's clear that you are irrational and delusional.
For thinking I'ma sit here, and let you degrade me
You are mistaken if you believe I will passively allow you to disrespect and degrade me.
In this story, I was looking like the bad guy
In this narrative, I appeared to be the villain or antagonist.
Everybody pointing fingers at me, when I pass by
Everyone blames and accuses me when I walk past them.
So I must be the bad one, and that's why
I am presumed to be the antagonist or the one at fault, hence the negative perception.
I throw up the middle, when I used to tell they ass hi
I used to extend a middle finger as a gesture of defiance or disrespect when greeting those individuals.
But no, no Mr. Rogers here
However, I am not a gentle and kind-hearted individual like Mr. Rogers.
You gotta love the way I rep, but you ain't gotta cheer
You should appreciate and respect my representation, but you are not obliged to vocally express your support.
I'm in a Swiss hotel, is there a problem here
I am currently staying in a luxurious Swiss hotel, do you have an issue with that?
Compliment your Cris', you can sip because we're out of beer
Instead of beer, I can offer you Cristal champagne as a compliment or alternative.
Yeah, never cared for the Michelob
I never had a preference or interest in Michelob beer.
Put the bigger karat in my ear, couldn't fit my lobe
I have adorned my ear with a larger and more valuable carat of jewelry that does not comfortably fit into my earlobe.
Tell my chick to come here, then I flip the strobe
I instruct my romantic partner to approach me, and then I activate a flashing strobe light for added ambiance.
Light 'cause tonight, is the night where you forget your clothes
The lighting is dim, as tonight is the occasion for indulging in intimacy and shedding inhibitions.
After that, it's right back to going after cash
Once the intimate moment concludes, my focus immediately returns to pursuing financial wealth.
Then it's back to going hard, on the bastard ass
Following the pursuit of money, I resume my aggressive and relentless approach towards those who oppose or challenge me.
Murk him lyrically, or I can give that ass a pass
I have the ability to either thoroughly defeat someone through my lyrics or choose to spare them.
You're in the scope, like the staff down with Aftermath
You are a target or under close observation, just like the members of the Aftermath Entertainment team.
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John Smith
Huh, I'm stuntin' pullin' out the foreign
All them boppers love it
We can fuck around
We just can't fuck around in public
Let me switch the subject
I'm shinin' on Westheimer
At the Gallo tryin' to pick out which chick is finer
I wear designer
Talk down I find ya'
It's Thugga mothafucka, in case I need to remind ya'
Let me go and wreck, so I can go and bring the techs back
Wake up in the mornin' and I'm headin' where them chicks at
Grindin'
That's why you see so many diamonds
Shinin'
Like a light bulb I'm blindin'
Them boys, watch me make them put away they toys
Trunk making noise
Haters better avoid Thugga (Thugga
Shout out
To any body that's getting money
Period
When it comes to hustles
Best believe I got a [?]
My footwear is so tight
Of exotic material
One of the persons to sip' drank
It was a miracle
[?]
Watch that drank got me irritable
When the haters hate it just expose who's been inferior
I don't know what you smokin'
But I swear my shit superior
When I flash my wrist
The passersby go hysterical
And when I work that wheel and pop my trunk
It is historical
And when her ass get fake
I give a fuck that is rhetorical
Switch up cars like audible
My changing cars are assort-able
My slab come with an arsenal
But my grill is not affordable
Hold up (Hold up)
Real recognize real, you can tell
Thugga just hit me on the cell
If you can sell water to a women with a water hose
And I can sell cameras to a jail
Plenty ice is sittin' on my chest
I should bake a cake, might as well
Take the money
Then you put the money on the money counter
Put the money counter on scale
If time is money then I need it on the dot
Time is money then I'm always on the clock
Got a 40 caliber for the plot
150 thousand on my parkin' spot
Not the type of rapper that bargain shop
Before you realize it I'd barged your shop
Ridin' in car with a revolver top
Ironically the weapon got revolver shots
The platinum rapper that's standing here
The only that can confer
Got some plex, then don't say my name
Like Candy Man and watch him appear
Grab a deal, candy clear
Candy clearer than a chandelier
I compare myself to the best
So I should probably go grab a mirror
Like Sammy Sosa, do certain pitchers
I'll probably hit, so keep secure your mistress
I prefer to keep girl suspicious
Dig a hole it's feed first for snitches
Known for fittin' certain inches
Candy coat it then swervin' digits
Gettin' paid, so I got it made
Get's paid too much to touch dirty dishes
Strippers flock's in me in the club
Talkin' like they wanna learn the bidness
Thinkin' I should go buy a gym
Make 'em work for me
And call it "Twerk For Fitness"
Diamonds shinin in 3rd dimensions
Bosses life like we had earnt the riches
She sipping' the syrup, when you look at my shirt
You can see where your girl left purple kisses
Haha
adam hatfield
chamillionaires verse is one of, if not the best ive heard in any song
Cocho Miguelito
Chamillionaire wrecked it!
dejaun walker
@***** my god did he.
ChinaDollDimplz
This my shit !!!
LuC
Feel D@T $$
kam thomas
he can sell water to a woman with a waterhose I can sell cameras to a prison damn
Chronos127
slow loud and bangin!... that H-town sound!!
John Smith
Huh, I'm stuntin' pullin' out the foreign
All them boppers love it
We can fuck around
We just can't fuck around in public
Let me switch the subject
I'm shinin' on Westheimer
At the Gallo tryin' to pick out which chick is finer
I wear designer
Talk down I find ya'
It's Thugga mothafucka, in case I need to remind ya'
Let me go and wreck, so I can go and bring the techs back
Wake up in the mornin' and I'm headin' where them chicks at
Grindin'
That's why you see so many diamonds
Shinin'
Like a light bulb I'm blindin'
Them boys, watch me make them put away they toys
Trunk making noise
Haters better avoid Thugga (Thugga
Shout out
To any body that's getting money
Period
When it comes to hustles
Best believe I got a [?]
My footwear is so tight
Of exotic material
One of the persons to sip' drank
It was a miracle
[?]
Watch that drank got me irritable
When the haters hate it just expose who's been inferior
I don't know what you smokin'
But I swear my shit superior
When I flash my wrist
The passersby go hysterical
And when I work that wheel and pop my trunk
It is historical
And when her ass get fake
I give a fuck that is rhetorical
Switch up cars like audible
My changing cars are assort-able
My slab come with an arsenal
But my grill is not affordable
Hold up (Hold up)
Real recognize real, you can tell
Thugga just hit me on the cell
If you can sell water to a women with a water hose
And I can sell cameras to a jail
Plenty ice is sittin' on my chest
I should bake a cake, might as well
Take the money
Then you put the money on the money counter
Put the money counter on scale
If time is money then I need it on the dot
Time is money then I'm always on the clock
Got a 40 caliber for the plot
150 thousand on my parkin' spot
Not the type of rapper that bargain shop
Before you realize it I'd barged your shop
Ridin' in car with a revolver top
Ironically the weapon got revolver shots
The platinum rapper that's standing here
The only that can confer
Got some plex, then don't say my name
Like Candy Man and watch him appear
Grab a deal, candy clear
Candy clearer than a chandelier
I compare myself to the best
So I should probably go grab a mirror
Like Sammy Sosa, do certain pitchers
I'll probably hit, so keep secure your mistress
I prefer to keep girl suspicious
Dig a hole it's feed first for snitches
Known for fittin' certain inches
Candy coat it then swervin' digits
Gettin' paid, so I got it made
Get's paid too much to touch dirty dishes
Strippers flock's in me in the club
Talkin' like they wanna learn the bidness
Thinkin' I should go buy a gym
Make 'em work for me
And call it "Twerk For Fitness"
Diamonds shinin in 3rd dimensions
Bosses life like we had earnt the riches
She sipping' the syrup, when you look at my shirt
You can see where your girl left purple kisses
Haha
Robin Johnson
"If TIME IS MONEY...I NEED IT ON THE DOT.....THENN IM ALWAYS ON THE CLOCK" #MeToo
Yaco Famous
Ruby Rocken "take the money then you put the money on the money counter put the money counter on the scale" 🔥🔥