[Intro: S.K.E. THE HEISTMAN]
Everybody is a dreamer
It's just like, a thin line between fantasy and reality
Some people are go-getters and other people...
(That b**h asleep)
SKE
[Verse 1: S.K.E. THE HEISTMAN]
Everybody wake up
Gotta get your cake up
Fake f**s is made up
Ya need to say tough
Now they can sleep forever
Open they eyes never
Could they ever see SKE within my era
Freestyle better than any rap veteran
Whatever you like much better than whatever you write
Long head don't care, over a beat
And a snare they hit a verse
One time and they stopped and they stared like
No pen, no pad, can you really compare right
No W, only a R
Big galaxy, only one star (me)
Bad B.I. on my B.I
Used to burn a C, I
Used to f** bad b**hes rockin' they knee highs
But I had to cut 'em short, got me a wife now
But still I never really had to change a lifestyle
[Hook: Charles Hamilton]
Get me a gla**
Cause I just talk and sing
Everybody talkin' bout they shortlist
Then everybody talkin' bout that
You were layin' on your carpet
Like you're sad and in a coffin
You said "do you believe what you're sayin' here"
Right now, but not that often
[Verse 2: Charles Hamilton]
I told you I was better than Jay
Then I found SKE
Someone find someone better than SKE
Not soundscan k**er, but damn my n***a
This n***a can't do it on the level of Dilla
At least lyrically, so you gotta feel 'em (I feel him)
Get another million, throw his a** up in a villa
Now that's thrilla
I gotta get Bo and Dre
Hopefully they won't go away
So today, I'd like to sign a contract
To anybody who gets high and contacts me
Or maybe at least with a contact from weed
Cause I don't know what I'm smoking actually
It's more like a Marlboro
Charles, can y'all burrow
All of y'all Charleses in my borough
The large borough, Harlem, I borrowed Harlem
For they swag, now they tryin' to lay back and say
[Hook]