[Part I]
[Intro: Charles Hamilton]
It's for all the rings
Haha
[Bridge: Charles Hamilton & Daft Punk]
Now-now-now thoughts that might kill me
Are not gon' make you stronger
Cause I been writing for a minute now
But I know you been writing longer
And that is a god damn shame cause
My bars come off way stronger
So if you try to go toe to toe with me
Guarantee your ass is a goner
[Interlude: Charles Hamilton]
I'm sober right now!
[Verse 1: Charles Hamilton]
Nigga get lost, aight?
Catch bullets like randy moss tonight
Charles is like, an iPod with a bomb in it
Mad songs but if you act wrong, my god you'll be going in it
I'm sorry I'm a nerd and a musician
And a bum, I been living in a soup kitchen
That's what I call it, you call it a studio
Truly though I'm going home in a UFO
Out of this world, outta my mind
Yeah yeah here come the rumors, gossip time
This nigga Charles went crazy, super red carpet
Y'all spit like kid just superhead talking
Yeah I went to Hollywood but I'm still Harlem
Roscoes chicken and waffles ain't in Harlem
I'm doing big things, chasing a big dream
Macing em with sixteens, [Mason is in pink?]
Jason Meanz is my uncle man
Me high is like him drunk again
So if you sending beef then we jumping in
So don't act like you don't understand
I'm C-H-A-R-L-E-S
Create great bars, hell he's next
He may hate Charles, well he's vexed
That she may date Charles? Tell me yes
[Interlude 2: Charles Hamilton]
I'm sober right now!
DJ Skee
([?])
[Verse 2: Charles Hamilton & Daft Punk]
Back on my grind like I'm going downhill
On a skateboard laying down flat on my spine
Think about it then use your imagination
You'll see that the future's black
If those that don't know my usage for blackin'
It means very vivid, you stupid for asking
Doesn't matter cause the train moves on
As soon as you lose your brain you gone
That's what I say to groupies what god said to me
"I'm not gonna be another Pac, nigga, please"
Watch and believe while I rock on a beat
Of a man who I swear has been copying me
As for you niggas in the hood, talk behind my back like I figure shit is good
Charles forever laughs at goners
Harder, better, faster, stronger
Fuck my ex-wife go ahead nigga do it
The head was the truest like I said nigga do it
I got a buddy list full of black Kate Mosses
I get nothing but bodies like ashtray coffins
Bout time I stop giving fuck, my lyrics
Touch ya spirit when ya hearing [this tongue?]
Lie to me baby tell me that you been faithful
Lie to me nigga nah Charles I don't hate you
Lie to me groupie nah Charles I don't date you for money
I don't know why I should date you
When I snap no super glue
You play me I change colors, Rubik's cube
I lost my mind and that's due to who?
You call it real life its my musical
I'm used to dudes telling my bars are a felony
Theo is my lawyer, Charles is a pedigree
Triple H, if all you niggas hate
My situation is reason to call this nigga great
I'm high like what's good and never sober
So the greeting is never over
Make room for the flow when I move with the flow
I'm a psycho make you sooohoooo from ya throat
And you're favoring a room full of hoes
Cause you've become a ho in a room full of Joes
Not a jab at Ye, but at jab at they
Thugged out in the hood and only act mad gay
And I'm getting laid like the law from these broads
That talk to Charles and his entourage
And at this point I could just have fun and if you don't dig it you just that dumb
Cause I dumbed down to give you this verse and it ain't easy my nigga it hurts
Guess I'm going hard and y'all niggas is tight, pissed
Cause I do it like this
Got the game on vice grip
Call it vice city when I spit
I jacked ya car, smacked ya broad, laugh at y'all quote on quote savage bars
After Charles, nothing, bitch, I'm the genesis
No cartridge, won't find lint in it
Baddest bitch in the game, wearing my chain
I'm fly, she's flyer bearing my name
Yeah, you heard that line before, I don't care if it's lame
My woman is everything so I don't care for you dames
So hurry up and dash save me a rocket
Moving top speed its Amy and Sonic
And If a nigga get a hint of danger I'm rushing and busting these fucking lyrics
Until there's no more discussion so fuck it *Breath*
[Bridge: Simone Porter]
Slow down, Sonic, you are goin' crazy
I'm sure they, got it, just relax, baby
[Interlude 3: Simone Porter & Charles Hamilton]
Alright
[?]
Um, starlight, coming to you live and direct, Queens, NYC
And we're gonna do like, just a snippet, just a little taste
Just a little taste, [?], 'cause you sleep on me all the time
'Cause you sleep on me, and
No matter what you say, you're messin' with a Queens girl
[Verse 3: Simone Porter]
This is Mrs. Hamilton, and I am important
You're about as important as a story I wrote, last week
Talkin' 'bout some chick who thought she was me
Damn, do you know how funny you sound to me?
I love you, Charles, I'm in love with your music
We can get a room for two nights, show you how I do this
Thing with my tongue, make you call me the one
Brighter than a star, I'm the shine of the sun
Now, what's it like to be fucked and forgotten?
Missin' three wishes, like my man was Aladdin
I'm really not mad, hon, I should be glad, hon
Happy at the fact, I can black, on a track
From a pretty pink pedestal
Hand in hand with Charles, fuckin' with your mental's, menstrual
[PMS?] got you all destressed
Fuck you Brooklyn girls, Queens got next
[Interlude 4: Simone Porter & Charles Hamilton]
*Laughing*
Baby
Yes, babe?
I might have to do it over, 'cause I lost my breath at "Happy at the fact"
Babe, it doesn't matter, you're just rappin', you're havin' fun
Okay, so come out?
Yeah, come out
Okay
*Laughing
You're not even ready, [babe?]
Huh?
Nothin'
[Part II]
[Intro: Person 1, Charles Hamilton]
It's DJ Skee, and DJ Reflex
Power 106
L.A. wants to know if you can really rap, dawg
Come on, (You ready?) wh-why is this beat on, though
Yo, Reflex, let's-let's get into a couple beats
Nah, I don't care, leave that
Nah, no, no
I was about to
Yo, you like that one?
Yo, y-y-y, aww, man
Welcome to L.A
[Verse 1: Charles Hamilton]
Welcome to L.A., what you gon' tell me
I'm big like L.A., LL Cool J
Never take a cool J, (Welcome to L.A.)
Take a cool cigarette, blow it up, like it was a cool J
I get high, never get fly
You see me when I walk by
I'm a sick guy, and I don't have a disease
Just ask for me (Welcome to L.A.)
Actually, dissin' me would be blasphemy
I am the G-O-D, 'cause my G is OD
That's a old line, from my old mind
I got a gold mine, and I'm reachin' for platinum (Welcome to L.A.)
And that's what you get for tryna jab him
A whole lotta cats been tryna take a jab at my abdomen
But I laugh at them, 'cause I'm a big man, big plans
And I got a six pack, (Welcome to L.A.), get back, did you get that?
I never shake hands with you fake mans and your mans [and them?]
I'm a handsome man, women can't stand him
Because he got a girlfriend, and they can't get they hand on his johnson
*Chuckles*
No problem, I'm from Harlem, you got a-
Blah, blah, blah, I got a knob, you should slob it
Door knob it, just stop it, next topic
It's Sonic, the Hedgehog, no problem, it's halftime
Y'all should just get lost
Yeah, it ain't hard to tell
My record's hot, and it ain't hard to sell
What up, Jimmy, don't lie to me
I might die and need a Iovine
*Chuckles*
And end up in a Interscope
Your girl got me in her throat (Wow)
'Cause she dig it though (Way!)
I'm just havin' fun
I'm a professional, gotta let you know
Bars, gotta let it go, like prisoners, bars, they just let it go
They just drop it, I spit the hot shhh
No gossip, I am not Wayne, I just bring pain
Not T-Pain, it's my cup of tea
I teabag your girlfriend
Mr. Apocalypse, I make the world end
I swear this is all off my mind
If I could see straight, I would be blind
I see loops, that's 'cause I'm Sonic
No chronic in my system
When the remmy's in the system
There's no tellin' when I get on this beat
If Kanye's listenin', will I diss him? No
I never crash, this'll be the epitaph
Sorry, [Pop?], that's suffering, sucker [tash?]
I'm a bastard, no father or mother
That's cause my father just popped the rubber
And made a accident and called him a son, I'm the one
Number one, I'm on top of the sun
And I'm shinin', you look at me, you will be blinded
Blindsided, why did I spit that wild ish
I'm sorry, had to reverse the curse
Can't reverse the curse, I'm the worse and it hurts
Shout out to everyone that hated
And every chick that I dated that wanted to skate
Then wanna come back and they made that I skated
I mean skeeted, this rap sh- never got defeated
I'm the worst fetus that'd ever come out
Or Harlem World, I'd never run out
Of Harlem World metaphors
H-A-R-L-E-M, you see 'em
First letters of my name, spell it, it's flames
C-H-A-R-L-E-S, Harlem World to [L-E-S?]
Yes, he's next, but now I'm in the L.A., it's a messy mess
Smack rappers, that's just my reflex
Plug in, oh my god, that's my preset
Why did you put this damn beat on? *Laughing*
It's abuse, another track to beat on
And I need another chick for me to skeet on (Hey!)
So low, I'm so low that the Devil gave me a pound
And said "Oh, no, he's here"
2008 is the year, that I just make it clear
No mistakes in here, so (Oh, my)
What's my name, Charles Hamilton
Now you know with what a shame
Then add a H, and that would be the boss
Hcho, I just floss
I'm chewin' rappers, and I don't need floss
Your little Momma really need lip gloss
When I spray it in her face
And I spray it just like Mase
So and so, what you gonna do?
Don't you know?
I'm sorry, you expected the chick
It doesn't matter, 'cause I'm like Tetris with this
I move bricks
Sorry, that's what gangstas do
[Interlude 1]
[Verse 2: Charles Hamilton]
It's November, the month you should remember
I'm colder than December
Shiver me timbers
[Interlude 2]
[Verse 3: Charles Hamilton]
International, while you're local
I'm loco
Shout out to [sioco?]
Pretty blind chick, I'm a pretty blind dude
And I was about to say somethin' that was type rude
I do what I wanna do when I'm rhymin' off of my mind
Prime time, better yet, grind time
Where's Pharrel bom-bom-bom
Like that beat said
Yeah, I know, this kid is a meathead
And I done beat this beat dead, again
I'm the Genesis
Where is the Exodus
Some Lupe ish, where's Pegasus
I'm the next to spit
The next to blow, pause, not a porno, dawg
It's Charles, and I'm just goin' off, like this beat
Gone!
[Interlude 3]
[Verse 4: Charles Hamilton]
Elevators, this beat not got a issue, I'll tell ya later
Outcast, three thousand, he's wildin'
Freestylin', green milin'
Been exiled, now the kid gotta get wild
Like a song on my old mixtape, sit straight
Check out I mean, I lean on tracks
Like the drink that Wayne drinks
I ain't pink [not/nuts?]
That's my favourite colour
Your girlfriend was my favourite lover
Then I ditched her, dismissed her
Like a class, I missed her
Hamilton, you gotta sit straight, or I'll kick ya
Out of the classroom and send you to the principal's
If you know, what that means
That means I'm gettin' low
Straight to the sound, when I'm, rapin' ya sound
And I'm like food when I'm breakin' it down
You hate it now
I'm makin' clowns outta y'all fake gangstas now
The game's now mine, I'm sorry if you took offense
Just look at what I said
I done took the fence and bent it
Suspension, just like animation
You can't stand him, the kid is Garry [Bates/Baitin'?]
I'm in L.A., but now I'm gonna move
And you gonna move to the groove, soon
Pink Lavalamp got a chance to be the champ
The next Thriller
[Outro]