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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Murder They Wrote
Chamillionaire Lyrics
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That's right
Hey
Run it
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
I look like a chandelier you can point the camera here
Hey I'm so photogenic gratzi paparazzi
I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me
Just got my pilots license and a fly ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin jet blue no top butter skin
I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left
Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turnin (Hey)
First class killer y'all niggas coach
Y'all get slices I get loafs
Mile high club elite access
I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest (Yeah)
Let's talk money cause I'm bout that
Man killer you broke yeah I so doubt that
I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note
But I am not a singer if that's what you hope
I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak
Man I'm the shit (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't float (Hey)
Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoap
While I walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope
I'm getting green like scope bitches gargle my dick
And I a in't even gotta ask cause they swallow don't spit
Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit
I hear you niggas records you ain't talking bout shit (Yeah)
Psycho path whip suicide on the damn doors
Gucci backpack I ain't never rock Jansport
Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor
Dollar signs money M O E is what I stand for
Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy
Black Chevy black Dodge black Lac black Porsche
Black seats black floors black skin black Porsche
Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse
Vote for Barack shit we all made a black choice
Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it plaque for
Black diamonds in the wrist well time to add more
Black hoes black whores white bricks black source
Black Jordan's ice grill rose gold yella boy
Drinking on that medication syruped out skeleton
Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George
Run it like a running back projects door to door
We say forty for y'all say forty four
Dirty south different slang different kane better drugs
Bigger bucks sniffing mugs what up blood what up cuz
Y'all make it rain and drizzle we make it rain and flood
Boys say they hustling but lying like welcome rugs
Duece fo's on each car I ride in like Kobe Bran
Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs
Just in case they try to jack it like Lettermans
I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins
Asthma attack tracks like Kanye no hesitance
Y'all niggas jock Lil Ray swag it's irrelevant
Get so much brain I am filled with intelligence
Ed Hardy jean pockets deep full of gelaton
Name ten rappers I ain't better than
Y'all niggas suck that's evident paid like Federline
And fuck Lil Ray no thanks I'm celibate
Prada kicks on my car
In the streets so much
My popularity is like the president
They don't wanna see a nigga levitate cause they hoes
Player haters with disease call jealousy
Never Misdemeanor I'm felony
Cut Beyonce and made her sing in that falsetta melody
Boss Hogg run the streets heavily
Young nigga stay with old money
I got gwap from the seventies
Pull up in that drop on them Elliots
I call the rims Missy Elliots
Because the lips on em are very thick
Candy red paint looking cherry-ish
Styrofoam cup full of purple
No alcoholic beverages
It's Lil Ray ya bitch
The song "Murder They Wrote" by Chamillionaire explores his luxurious lifestyle and success in the rap industry. He boasts about his expensive jewelry, fly rides, and pilot's license. He describes himself as photogenic, and the paparazzi cannot get enough pictures of him. Chamillionaire claims that he is hotter than a furnace and mocks his competitors for not being on his level. He also references his success with women, stating that he does not need to ask them to perform oral sex; they do so willingly.
The song also touches on social and political issues. Chamillionaire encourages his listeners to vote for Barack Obama, saying, "Vote for Barack, s\*\*t, we all made a black choice." He also comments on the differences between the dirty south and other regions in terms of slang, drug use, and income. Chamillionaire asserts that he is one of the greatest rappers of all time, naming several artists he thinks are inferior to him. The song ends with him discussing his wealth and material possessions, including Prada shoes and candy-red cars.
Line by Line Meaning
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
I'm out here flying in my private jet, with my rims worth $84,000 resembling my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
My flashy jewelry is illuminating like runway lights and is complemented by me looking like a chandelier, perfect for a paparazzi camera
Alert TMZ because the man is here
My celebrity status is elite, and the media will be interested because of my arrival
I'm so photogenic gratzi paparazzi
I look good in front of cameras and the paparazzi blesses me with their attention
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
I don't let anyone else control me; I only control myself when I dive from the sky
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
My haters try to bring me down, but I'm already soaring in my success
I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left
My presence causes a rise in temperature; I'm on fire
Y'all get slices I get loafs
I get the big picture while others have to settle for something small
I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest
I've made it to an exclusive club of successful people, while others are nowhere close to me
Man killer you broke yeah I so doubt that
You're not successful like me, and I have full confidence in that
But I am not a singer if that's what you hope
Some may wish for me to be less successful, but don't hope for me to fail like a failed singer
Boys say they hustling but lying like welcome rugs
Others talk about being successful, but they're lying like a welcome rug
Dirty south different slang different kane better drugs
The Deep South has its unique culture with different lifestyles and preferences, especially in drugs
Y'all make it rain and drizzle we make it rain and flood
Others make a small amount of money, but I make it big like a flood
I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins
I'm so successful and notorious that even regular headaches can't be cured with over-the-counter medicine
Ed Hardy jean pockets deep full of gelaton
I'm so wealthy and successful that my pants' pockets are deep and filled with money-like gelatin
My popularity is like the president
My popularity is so high it rivals that of the President of the United States
Never Misdemeanor I'm felony
I'm not easily caught or convicted with a minor offense; my offenses are of a serious nature
Prada kicks on my car
My high-end designer shoes are so impressive that it's blended into my car
They don't wanna see a nigga levitate cause they hoes
My haters don't want to see me succeed because they're jealous that even their women find me attractive
Young nigga stay with old money
I may be young, but I have wealth that were earned over decades
Pull up in that drop on them Elliots
I effortlessly arrive in style in my convertible, with my highly valuable rims complementing it
Candy red paint looking cherry-ish
My car has a highly detailed paint job with a color resembling cherries
No alcoholic beverages
I'm not drinking alcohol
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Mr G
This was the best verse on this beat
FIRE
Original beat is Fatback - Backstrokin', then Dre reused it in Let's Get High on his 2001 album, then UGK reused in their Ridin' Dirty album.
FIRE
All which are jams in my opinion.
MarKeith Raiden
Killa kyleon and Lil Ray nice calab Brah
tony twist
one more please
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