Charles Hamilton - Harlem lyrics

[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]