Charles Hamilton - Charles Hamilton is Back lyrics

[Intro] I want you to hear me get in the booth just now I've been watchin' I've been listening I've been feeling, I've been knowing I've been me My name? (Charles Hamilton) [Verse 1] All rise for the Hamilton anthem Critics that can't stand him Triggers that can't blam him Executives that can't ban him The one pair of Vans not one man can stand in The one that drops ill product every time Not luck, I drop such deadly rhymes The one that got rappers that are barely vets Chattin' all scary when they barely Halle Berry with their threats The one that never pulls punches, but accepts them From a vet or a b**h I was s**in' And I'm still the big brother on the block Still a lover, and I'm still the color of a twat Is that rude? Another word: box The Bloggerville Slugger, love me or not I run the Web like "Backslash H-Double-T-P, Colon," kiss my black a** [Hook] Call your friends, all your friends, go 'head, whistle Tell 'em that it's official Charles Hamilton is back (x4) Did you forget my name? (x2) Charles Hamilton is back (x3) [Verse 2] I go off like an*log TV I am a boss, Santa Claus 3D So gifted, I answer your calls with three hoes Who stand all tall when they see me I just went OD deep Bottom of the kitty, I hope she squeaks Don't get it now? Don't even speak when it hits you Just go to sleep for a week I would've dropped an entire anthology b**h n***as crying is what inspired the apology I'm like MF Doom meets Daria Meets Star & Buc, meets Charles' nuts And that means, I'm too hard to touch Try it, you gonna have Johnny Carson's luck You should wanna see me daily like Carson does The interview and performance was raw as f** [Hook] [Verse 3] These rap people is starting to sound like Enya So I will eat these bugs, Simba Top five rappers, I'm not feelin' Top three musicians: Me, Georg Solti, and John Williams Going over composers, I'm focused I sample the dopest, and the piano gets broken Whenever my hands get to strokin' Fall off, not by a chance, cause you're hopin' This isn't written, it's on the top of the head I put my little homie on, I was plotting, not dead I heard people wanna pop me for bread They got a better chance going to a rock for a keg Not the country, a rock I said Rocks aren't even dead, snort a rock to the head Meantime, I'm watching the feds Who got a problem? Enough said [Hook] [Outro] The only rapper I can beef with and lose at is me Did you forget my name? (D.S. al capo)