Harlem

[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 suck my dick, I run this shit 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] Niggas 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 ass pups Faggot ass rappers wanna grapple, bad luck After-rap satisfaction, Benny Benassi Even 50 would ask me why I'm blackin, that's tough I'm sick of these bastards wanna grab my nat suck That was backwards for these rappers that suck Pink is the color, red in my eyes You dead when I'm high I bled from the sky Fell out of heaven, yeah bitch take that, hate that You the reason why white people hate rap Don't fuck 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 sex 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, fucked around, and still left 'em F 'em, this is what Charles is about Niggas sounding all young with my balls in they mouth Pause since you out the closet like Lance Bass So stand back and make another whack dance track You can't rap, plain and simple Get your own swag, nigga change your issue I'll beat your ass, 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", Nigga no I think I should get more Vicodin 'Cuz these pussy ass niggas got me tight again But if one of ya'll ever mention my wife again Fuck the deal, your life will end, again I told you I was Mr. Apolcalypse Game over Where the hook at? [Hook x2]