[Hook]
H-A-R-L-E-M
H-A-R-L-E-M (It's Charles Hamilton)
H-A-R-L-E-M
H-A-R-L-E-M (I ain't even in a good mood, man)
I done told you boy, I'm not Soulja Boy
I insist on lyrical fire
I don't know ya boy, but I'll roast ya boy
You think you me, you a liar
You can s** my dick, I run this sh**
And I don't need all this bread
But because I spit, and my drum kit sick
I leave ya'll MC's dead
[Verse 1]
n***as actin' like they know me, homie
You can't be me if I cloned me, blow me
You playin' with poison being blatantly annoying
I'll make it so that Satan sees your face this morning (Good Morning)
I won't shoot you, I'll sacrifice you
Trapped inside, wrapped in wires in a mic booth
Savage time, half the time you recycle
Throw away thoughts of mine, ask the Bible
I gotta raise my voice at these fragile a** pups
f*ggot a** rappers wanna grapple, bad luck
After-rap satisfaction, Benny Bena**i
Even 50 would ask me why I'm blackin, that's tough
I'm sick of these ba*tards wanna grab my nat s**
That was backwards for these rappers that s**
Pink is the color, red in my eyes
You dead when I'm high
I bled from the sky
Fell out of heaven, yeah b**h take that, hate that
You the reason why white people hate rap
Don't f** with a minor
I shoulda made your aunt lick the semen out your mother's vagina
When I stuck it behind her, I'm cursed with you
Me and ugly had s** and gave birth to you
I'm taking a break to write, I got work to do
Yo HcHo what should I roll up, purp or blue?
My elders said I should respect 'em, I did that
I slid back, f**ed around, and still left 'em
F 'em, this is what Charles is about
n***as sounding all young with my balls in they mouth
Pause since you out the closet like Lance Ba**
So stand back and make another whack dance track
You can't rap, plain and simple
Get your own swag, n***a change your issue
I'll beat your a**, call it a lame-strumental
You hard? haha, you can't aim a pencil
At a page to get through
Your name and pistol in the same sentence, is a shame to pistols
Came in the game with bite marks on my flow
"I bet I could sound like Charles", n***a no
I think I should get more Vicodin
'Cuz these p**y a** n***as got me tight again
But if one of ya'll ever mention my wife again
f** the deal, your life will end, again
I told you I was Mr. Apolcalypse
Game over
Where the hook at?
[Hook x2]