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[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]