Humble Pie

[Intro] Yeah It's Charles Hamilton Mr. Toomp It's not DJ Toomp no more man (laughs) Yeah, going in Ya dig? [Verse 1] The underground says Charles don't change But how can I keep up with all those names? Big someone, lil' uh hu, a last name that follows the letter J, man it's hard to separate Fact is that my bars will never stray so Charles is forever the same regardless of the hate Criticism from niggas stuck in a split decision, is this kid what's up? Does he suck? Or is this nigga spitting Listen up, give a fuck as I whisper niggas I'm not a jeeny, so you can not see me If you could stop dreaming then would you sleep at peace? Then why would, you sleep on me Speak on beats What the fuck kid, Charles is crack! Opinionated, the Rush Limbaugh of rap Hate it or love it I'm all over the airwaves My statements are public, the blogs know what they dare say I'm copying this one sounding like that one But it's the Hamilton zone homie, act 1 You mad dumb I'm just trying to have fun, my cousin is the Lyte get a camera, action! [Hook] You can do what you want Can say what you say I'm just tryna take over the world You can move if you want Today is the day That I'm takin' over the world I've decided to take over the world I'm Hot, ya dig [Verse 2] The label keeps saying Charles polish your sound up You got it but we watching gotta plot from the ground up So I'm in the booth busy broham Your a star fucker taking pics with Lindsay Lohan (heh) No man, nobody in particular but I'm tight what people do for the lime light I been underground doing my thing for years So it's not mere luck that brings me here These new kids been watching me struggle, copy me And now they tight watching me bubble uh oh Denace the Menace is spitting the zenith again The kid is ridiculous, vicious when spitting the flames Who am I getting at? You wish I be mentioning names I am that nigga, you'd be rich if I mention your name I ain't your publicist (hu) I just get to snuffing But if I was do your home work Lizzie Grubman [Hook] [Verse 3] Ay yo Harlem where the heart is, Cleveland where I started Music is where I stay till I'm dearly departed Everything that you been hearing is garbage Either they think were dumb Or they are really retarded And I ain't saying that I'm nicer than most But when it comes to gettin' on the mic, I don't choke, pause Most likely to flow off the mind when I go to radio station While cats spit rhymes that they wrote Half the time niggas know, but half the time niggas smoke Forget what they spit was on they albums That's how come, raps outcome is in jeopardy I just wanna make a change indefinitely Thanks to Toomp I got a beat that sounds like a fucking heroin needle playing through speakers on a pike That's why I got so many tracks My flow isn't crack Honestly I'm way doper than that Go in the bathroom throw some cold water on your face Deal with knowing that you ought to be replaced by someone who plays sonic and wore pink before a cam At least I'm being honest You bore me little rapper [Hook]