STH

[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]