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Cam James

Artist. Passion is a prerequisite. I hope y'all feel my music as much as I loved creating it. Check out my new site: _Website not available. Sign in: Email me at _Email not available. Sign in: for collabs and features.

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Artist. Passion is a prerequisite. I hope y’all feel my music as much as I loved creating it.

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    uniE603 FreeFall (Prod. The Trackoholics)
    My debut album, a storytelling project inspired by real life. Written & Performed by Cam James Recorded by Cam James & Don Gatti Mixed by Shordeli & Zlender Produced by The Trackoholics & Remot Artwork by JJ Chapoteau & Cam James
    uniE603 I Don't Like Rappers (Prod. The Trackoholics)
    Introducing the first single from my new EP "FreeFall", due for release in early Fall 2015. I thrive on originality and bringing something to the table that no one's seen before. Enjoy this hype joint...about rejection. Just the tip of the iceberg, more fire comin' soon. Your support is everything. Lyrics (for people who still care about those): On the Internets: Production by The Trackoholics: Mixing by Zlender: Artwork by Bryant Wheeler x Cam James #audio #Cam James #The #Trackoholics #I #Dont #Like #Rappers #HipHop #Rap #2015 #IDLR
    uniE603 Certain Sermons (Prod. Remot)
    I don't exactly do church. I have my reasons. Twitter: @camjamesmusic Instagram: @camjameslife Lyrics: #audio #Cam James #Certain #Sermons #Remot #2015 #HipHop #Rap #Original #Church #Sermons #Christianity #Religion
    uniE603 Idol Thoughts Part II (Prod. Remot)
    Four minutes of fame. Take your eyes off the screen. Follow Cam James: Follow Remot: ---- Fuck the Kardashians I ain't keepin' up wit the paparrazzi pics been makin' me sick n I feel like we conducted, experiments of the social type of what people fuck wit', hopin' y'all know that without the makeup all these people busted Nicki ass fake, but y'all be actin', as if she packin' supernatural woman assets like Angela Bassett, Badu, Adina Howard matched it Mya been all natural, goddesses livin' action loved Toni Braxton, what happened to all the singers I feel like we lackin' talent and the ambition to max it nowadays, forfeit ya skills for sour blaze no alcohol in my system, my family hours away and by the way, fuck a Bieber, mascot for misappropriation went from Backstreet Boys, to Janet's Rhythm Nation cut off my cable restrictin' my observations of the bullshit they callin' real, 'cause I'm prone to aggravation used to be fiendin' for it, I don't wanna be famous now I'm hella private, fuck all that scrutiny rainin' down 'cause one second you killin' shit, recordin' Thriller hits then they puttin' words in ya mouth like a ventriloquist don't need the hype if I met you online, then we need to Skype usin' best friend's pictures n catfishin' for overnights I don't play that, ain't really got room for oversights meticulous, spit ridiculous, theorems I'm known to write 'cause I been thinkin' hella different, superstardom is all illusions how many stars done got that influence and never used it? and how many done wrapped it up wit' nickle plated 45's to the temple, who the hell wants to be celebrated? it's overrated attention ain't weaponry when that camera flash on 'em they don't never bleed said when that camera flash on 'em they don't never bleed you can miss me wit that sensitivity shit 'cause they rich and famous they wanted this life I'm blameless, you judge and jury, arraignment actin' like they angels, uh ain't like I'm heinous, for watchin' they livin' shameless role models next generation pick that up, they stainin' them, uh they deserved the payment, attention, before that vain intervention becomin' popular killed off they mission sold out, and I guess that's why I'm holdin' out love I'd be a bigger fan if he stayed local that golden route clubs, festivals, keep both yo testicles man up and be real just look at what's-his-name from you-know-where that recipe still workin', stay in that hooptie, stay patient wait for merchants fuck yo studio sermons, man we want acoustic versions keep yo soul intact, don't speak on yo life or trappings of fame well you can speak on it, long as you keep on rappin' the same I only like rappers that don't be actin' like actors and don't be dressin' like faggots they hold it down for real hip hop he gotta stay down for my needs, I put him on myself I didn't directly help, but I boosted that torrent health why he
    uniE603 Elevator (Prod. Remot)
    Call this joint what ya like...I call it a step forward. A partially fictional story about approaching heaven. Zone out wit ya boy. --------- Lyrics: Hold her down, she lift me up (2x) Verse 1 Late night, offboardin’ this late flight Baggage claim, no incidents Face grated like cage fights been sleepin’ on the tray… in economy, I mean honestly I ain’t rich, in fact I’m far from it Deck stacked, wit’ anomalies Made it out to that parkin’ lot Homie scooped me, by the MARTA stop Got a hotel for one night, imma spend the rest at my partner spot made it rain for the W up on 14th buyin’ those “I got a Porsche” drinks …that’s what I was thinkin’ Then she hopped up out the Lincoln Felt the room change, it went cold Everybody heads turnin’ quick Swear to god her aura like gold…links Can’t believe it’s real, so I don’t…blink Lookin’ like Keri Hilson but her hair different Brown skin like caramel, fuck the rules I know very well I ain’t got no chance… But I ain’t got nothin’ to lose So I ain’t got no plan, All the visions up in my brain If she walk by in that Balmain that's ball game Hook I don’t know ya name but What ya doin’ later I wanna be the main one In ya elevator (2x) Verse 2 Uh she gettin' close, heels clickin' them curves flow locked eyes, smiled at me, ain't doin' shit for my nerves though straight froze, wrist limp wit' no rainbows picturin' the mornin' after, goin' undercover no plain clothes but, snap back to right now walkin' past, them lights down eyes drift to that backside, look mad soft, might bite down elevators in sight now, trippin' as I get up walkin' after my dream never been the one to give up, blamin' that on my genes now, she goin' up, can't find a better reason drop my bag, get to reachin' fingers touch I get to lean in, like I appreciate the help ya eyes look amazin' did you come from outta town? and if so, how long you stayin' she goin' up, to the 5th floor I'm on 9 n this been feelin' like, 6th grade, she switchbladin' my mind I kept this real tight doors open, she want my number like cool wait, not the one to yo phone the one to yo room Hold up #audio #Cam James #Elevator #Remot #2014 #Original #HipHop #Rap #Atlanta #RB

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