Will Porter

Will Porter

BandHip HopSpoken Word

My music is heartfelt, based on my life experiences. Although my primary genre is hip-hop, my music crosses cultural and ethnic boundaries touching the souls of anyone who listens.

Biography

Born in New York City’s Spanish Harlem, William Gonzalez walked the same streets and shared the same dreams as the legendary Tito Puente and many others. Nicknamed Will Porter by those streets, Will shares his love of music for his native Puerto Rico, yet he posses passion for all genres of music ranging from heavy metal to classical, all of which influence his gritty, yet smooth musical style. His lyrics are deeply rooted by his life experiences, his joys and pains. His writing style is influenced by his love of poetry, yet his musical influences are KRS-1, Kool G. Rap, Wu-Tang Clan and Big Pun.
Despite his rough upbringing Will has managed to maintain a positive outlook on life and to stay free from the violence and enticement of the fast money of the streets. Will provides a positive influence to those around him, embracing differences and promoting love.

Will never forgets where he came from and those who helped him in his time of need. However, since 1993, Will has lost many people in his life who were close to him. Although these individuals who were a positive influence on his life passed away, Will manages to stay focused and vows to honor their memory with his success.

Will has performed at Johns Hopkins University, the 2001 Puerto Rican Day Parade Festival, 2006 Puerto Rican Day Parade, Arthur Kill Facility, and has made numerous appearances and performances on public access television in Manhattan and the Bronx and has had spots on various internet radio programs.
Will was also the winner of the 2008 Street’s Mos Hip-Hop Conference, Best Latino Act and appears in Street’s Mos Magazine March 2008.

At this point in Will’s career, he is anxious to return the hip-hop crown to its rightful owner, the beautiful City of New York.

Lyrics

You Dont Understand Me

Written By: Will Porter

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YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ME

Verse 1
what up porter its been a while good to see you again hows your son when you be with him count your blessings your still living you gonna see him again just keep your head high know that you gonna see him again I know but every night I go to bed with a grudge victim of love miss my seed so I hit my weed every step I take it feels farther and farther yeah thats my boy and Im his father I know fam but whats up with the music whats up with the block whats up with that chicken head that got her man shot whats up with mom dukes your little brother remember shorty from the sixth floor tell her I love her I will besides fighting depression been learning lessons Im nice now its lights out spent nights out trying to realize the right route things is messed up all I need is one day with my son that'll switch my luck up

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verse 2

should I listen to myself should I take my advice with these things Im thinking about Im a end up with life incarcerated long gone forever but Im smart and strong so Im a get this chetta yeah thats better pay attention will more snakes is coming I know you got a good heart dog keep em running money changes everything move eyes open put yourself in position to stop hoping and if its the last thing you do make it happen dont look back count them stacks stay on track watch your back true story I aint having that folding up or sobered up make sure my doe is up yeah dog you know whats up Im in the cut so many didnt make it to my age we all prisoners trying to break out this cage trying to get moms out the projects away from the nonsense at times I lose conscious

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verse 3

I appreciate you stopping by for conversation I feel obligated to handle confrontation my hearts been torn down now its in renovation Im a make it to the top no negotiation although I ll never stop at what I do this is me relax Porter trust youll make history victory I tell you is not far away one day youll say life is not hard today but for now I hit the block one thing in mind on the grind chasing dolla signs all the time Will remember when snoops first album dropped you picked up a pen I see you havent stopped thats the truth remember everything that got you here take it with you when you get there take it everywhere Loud and clear lets rock and roll for this pot of gold make your mother proud Porter you got soul

Back At Em

Written By: Will Porter

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THROWING SHOTS BACK AT EM

Verse 1

you can keep the glamour and glitz Ill be arite with a six I never really pop chris and my liquor I dont mix Im a throwback artist that crispy montana that nowaday you dont really find kind of rapper Im headed where destiny take me everything off safety try to erase me only with your face off you can face me face it get left faceless and famous Im use to the screwfaces use to the two faces shoot through your two faces now theres two left faceless screw faceless and thats just basics face it its like global warming how my vocals melt through your ice how the truth surface everything comes to life Im a beast at this savage nigga carnage aint enough most rappers talk alot but they just bluff I aint a killer Im bout scrilla light that blunt I does me thoroughly go head say what you want

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Verse 2

In God we trust I do so declare to get these wack rappers the fuck up outta here spartan mentality baraka fatality mohammed ali rope a dope got em mad at me Ny to Phill I Dc to Bmore harlem on the rise stack pies like C4 thats right we stack pies like C4 knocking doors lay your face on the floor niggaz told me I might go psycho told me I wouldnt make it but I took flight though got that paper now its arite though now they wanna be cool look its arite though dont try to play me cause Ill go psycho have my brooklyn niggaz run up on you like Michael but this aint thriller and I aint michael semi in the trunk with the pump they spiteful

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verse 3

I aint sayin Im the best but Im far from the worse so real it hurts after I spit I need to go to church and beg forgiveness this dirty business is os infected well connected heavily protected so believe in the hype do what you like I do what I write destroy your dreams like I move in the night they say im too talented like Im abusing the right but its the music my life thats why I spit it so trife when I pick up the pen its like Im slicing the paper 24 16 the other half of it later for the love of this paper your best friend will rape you drive with you to the bank stick you up at jacobs Im holding my own never hesitating a second or blink at the sight of weapons east harlem to heights connection uncanny like them xmen no flags for protection if drama get serious what what!!

Look Up Look Down

Written By: Will Porter

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LOOK UP LOOK DOWN COUNT YOUR MONEY WAVE IT AROUND

VERSE 1

DAM SHORTY LITE SKIN 5 10 HAIR MAKEUP NAILS DONE BY 10 PLUS HER FRIEND TRIGENIA HER BOYFRIEND LEFT HER IM A CHECK HER UNDRESS HER OR MAYBE BOUNCE WITH THE NEXT ONE SLIDE WITH THE NEXT ONE NEXT QUESTION IS SHE BOUT HER MONEY IM BOUT MY MONEY THERES PLENTY OF TIME FOR THE BUBBLY PLUS I WANNA GET MY DRINK ON SHORTY FLY WITH THE MINOLOS AND A MINK ON GUESS WHAT WHAT SHE WANNA GET HER FREAK ON YOU WORK REAL HARD MA COME GET YOUR FREAK ON LET ME TOUCH YOU PLEASE YOU WONT TEASE YOU SHOW YOU HOW A G DO YES I GOT FRIENDS PLEASE BRING YOUR PEOPLES LETS GET IT POPPIN WE ALL GOT OUR NEEDS BOO

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VERSE 2 ( P GUTTA )

FRESH TO DEATH UP IN THE CLUB PISSED OFF DRUNK READY TO HUMP COME ON CHULA WHAT YOU GOT IN YOUR CUP HEARD YOU THIRSTY FOR GUTTA LET ME FILL YOU UP WIND YOU CARESS YOU AND FEEL YOU UP IM ABOUT MY CHETTA RED MONKS BLACK LABEL THE SWEATER ACG NEW YORK FITTED IS LEATHER IM A G DOWN FOR WHATEVER MEET ME AT THE TELLE ILL EXPLAIN IT FURTHER IM A BEAST IN THE SHEETS LISTEN MAMI I HURT YOU THAT LAME YOU WITH IS ONLY GONNA HURT YOU LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT GUTTA ABOUT YOU PROBABLY HEARD ABOUT THE G THROUGH WORD OF MOUTH I CAN SHOW YOU BETTER THAN TELL YOU LET ME WORK IT OUT LEAVE YOU TWIRKING BABY LEG IN YOUR MOUTH YOU PROBABLY MOVE YOUR MAN OUT YOUR HOUSE IM IN THE CLUB COUPLE GRAND AND IM OUT

WILL PORTER HOP OUT THE COUPE PEEP THE LINE WALK RIGHT PAST HIM LET EM PEEP THE SHINE NO COAT CHECK EVERY BODY WITH A TOP MODEL THAT DONT DRINK BUT LOVE TO POP BOTTLES AND DONT THINK THE FLOW AINT CRAZY CALL ME SICKO PRICK SMASH THE STRIP CASH TO FLIP E TO THE MP I TO THE R E P TO THE RO ROLL DRO IN FONTO

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VERSE 3

YEAH IM FEELING YOU GIRLFRIEND YOU FEELING ME PERFUME JEWELRY SHOES STRAIGHT FROM ITALY BAD MOMMY BOUT TO BAG MOMMY GOT TO GRAB MOMMY LIKE DAM MA PUT YOUR BODY ON ME METE MANO MAMI DO YOU COPY COPY ITS A SINGLE PARTY WE CAN MINGLE I BE IN A PROJECT LOBBY DRUNK PISSY TIPSY DIZZY OFF THE DRIZZY PROBABLY SO MANY WOMAN SCHEMING THINKING WHAT THEY WOULD DO ONLY IF THEY HAD THE CHANCE TO GET ME ALONE IN THE ROOM VIP OFF THE CHAIN ALL YOU SMELL IS PERFUME MODELS DOWN FOR WHATEVER I GOT NOTHING BUT ROOM SEND EM IN LET EM LIVE MAKE EM FEEL REAL GOOD TICKLE EM STICKING EM MAKE EM FEEL REAL WOOD KISSING EM NEVER TRICK ON EM THE KID REAL HOOD THE FLOW SICKENING MY DIVIDENDS CAN BUILD UP HOODS

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Mommy Want A Boyfriend

Written By: Will Porter

VERSE 1

HOW COULD YOU DO ME SO GRIMY ALL YOU DID WAS BLIND ME HAD MY SEED BUT ALL YOU DID WAS LIE TO ME EVERYSINGLE TIME WE SLEPT WITH NO PROTECTION YOU WERE SLEEPING AROUND HOPEFULLY WITH PROTECTION SHOULDVE KNOWN YOU DO ME DIRTY THATS HOW THEY MADE YOU THATS HOW THEY RAISED YOU MY FAULT FOR FALLING FOR A CALL GIRL SEX MONEY DRUGS ALL THAT MATTERS IN YOUR WORLD NO LOYALTIES OR PRINCIPLES YOU TOOK MY SEED HAD NIGHTMARES OF KILLING YOU BABY THREE EIGHTY READY SHE WAS FEELING YOU BUT I COULDNT DO THAT TO MY LITTLE BABY NOPE I WAS CRAZY AND HURT SUICIDAL WITH A SMIRK CRYING INSIDE DYING INSIDE EYES RED NOT CAUSE IM HIGH CAUSE THE DEVIL IN ME TELLING ME TO RIDE SHOULD I LET GO OF PRIDE

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MOMMY WANT A BOYFRIEND MOMMY WANT A BOYFRIEND DADDY NOT AROUND CAUSE MOMMY WANT A BOYFRIEND APOLOGIES IN ORDER TO LITTLE WILL PORTER IF IT WAS UP TO ME YOU WOULD BE WITH ME

VERSE 2

I SHOULD HAVE KNOW FROM THE GETTY UP HOW COULD I BELIEVE HOW COULD I BE SO NAIVE REMEMBER WHEN MY SON WAS BORN I WAS SO PROUD THEN YOU SPLIT NOW MY SON IS GONE TRUSTED EVERY WORD YOU SAID EVERY SINGLE KISS AND EVERY SINGLE SMILE NOW EVERY SINGLE DAY ALL I THINK ABOUT MY CHILD INSTEAD OF RUNNING WILD I LISTEN TO MY DEAD SIDE CAUSE THE BAD MAN IN ME WANT TO SEE YOUR HEAD FLY MATERIAL GIRL MATERIAL WORLD SO EVIL SO PERFECT BUT THROWING LIFE AWAY OVER YOU IS NOT WORTH IT SO WHEN WEALTHY AND YOU TRYING TO GET RICH MY LITTLE MAN GONNA MAKE A SWITCH
YUP YUP HE WANNA BE WITH DADDY EIGHTEEN WITH A JAGUAR THANKS TO DADDY LISTEN MOMMY I STILL LOVE YOU MY THOUGHTS HEARTS AND PRAYERS IM ALWAYS THINKING OF YOU

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VERSE 3

YOU WAS MY QUEEN SO I TRUSTED YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY ALL I DID WAS LOVE YOU THATS THE BOTTOM LINE KNOW YOU KNOW I HAD YOUR BACK EVERY SINGLE DAY KNEW HOW TO ACT ITS FUNNY THOUGH YOU WERE SO QUICK TO LEAVE ME IMAGINE THAT WHEN YOU SEE HIM YOU SEE ME SO GO HEAD BE WITH HIM IM A BE WITH HER BUT WHEN HE LEAVE YOU DONT ASK ME TO LEAVE HER MATTER FACT LEAVE A MESSAGE WITH MY SECRETARY INTELLIGENT AND BEAUTIFUL WHAT A SECRETARY THATS RIGHT LIFE IS GOOD NOW DOING THINGS MY WAY OUT THE HOOD NOW NO MORE CONFUSED YOUNG WOMEN TOO MUCH ON MY TABLE NOT TRYING TO PLAY YOU WONT SAY I HATE YOU WONT SAY I LOVE YOU CAUSE ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS ALWAYS THINKING OF YOU

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Hustle Man

Written By: Will Porter

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IM THE HUSTLE MAN FOR THE LOVE OF HUSTLE MAN MUSIC T SHIRTS WHATEVER ITS A HUSTLE FAM FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY YEAH WE LEARN TO HUSTLE FAM GET THAT GINGERBREAD FAST LIKE A HUSTLER CAN

VERSE 1

NOW IF YOU TALKING ABOUT MONEY THEN WE THINKING ALIKE I GOT A GIFT SO I SPIT WHAT I LIVE I WRITE IF YOU GONNA HIT A CHICK YOU BETTER HIT IT RIGHT OR YOU WONT HIT IT TWICE AND SHE WONT SPEND THE NIGHT NOW IF YOU CAN MAKE IT HERE YOU CAN MAKE IT ANYWHERE IM A MAKE IT HERE AND IM TAKE IT EVERYWHERE AINT ABOUT MONEY THEN YOU AINT SAYING NOTHING NY MINDSTATE WE STAY HUSTLING FEELING THE RUSH MILLIONS TO CLUTCH AND YA DARIUS MILES AWAY TASTING MY DUST MR WILL PORTER PERFORM IN THE CLUTCH SMOKE MY COMPETITION ROLL EM UP IN A DUTCH DO ALOT OF THINGS BUT A NIGGA NEVER BRAG ITS MY TIME AND ITS MY SWAG TO MANY SUCKERS AND NOT ENOUGH TIME WHILE YOU THROW AWAY YOURS IM GOING FOR MINE

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VERSE 2

YOU CAN ROCK ALL THE JEWELS BUST ALL THE GATS PUSH ANY KIND OF WHIP DOG AND STILL BE WACK I AIM WITH PRECISION MAKE THE GAME STOP LISTEN CANT TAKE THE HEAT YOU BETTER STAY OUT THE KITCHEN LIVE IN YOUR WORLD PLAY IN MINE ROLL WITH USUAL SUSPECTS WITH DANGEROUS MINDS YOUR ONLY WASTIN YOUR TIME IF YOU NOT ON YOUR GRIND SEE THE LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION ROB YOU BLIND WETHER FAST OR SLOW THE CASH WILL GROW YOUR BOY LIKE TOM BRADY THIRD DOWN MASTER FLOW LOOKING FOR THE RUN THEN YOU GETTING THE PASS SHORTY KNOW HOW TO DO IT THEN SHE GETTING THE CASH IN THE CLUB DO IT UP MAKE THE MEMORIES LAST LIFE IS SO UNPREDICTABLE GET IN THE JAG DONT BE MAD CAUSE I GOT IT WRAPPED IN A BAG ITS A REYNOLDS WHEN I RAP CATCH JETLAG

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Discography

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Set List

Look up - Look Down, You Don't Understand Me, Hustle Man, Back at Em, Mommy Want a Boyfriend, I'll be Got Damned, Betta Chill, La La, Payback, We Here Now, The Do's and Don'ts, Bright Lights Big City, Sailing Away, Look Into My Life, Put that Work In, Get it In, Reach for the Sky