Superman

[Produced by Charles Hamilton] [Talking] Yo, Sometimes I swear... I'm made for this Heh Cause when I get in the booth, I just... Hehe Turn into Superman. Dig? It's a wonderful feeling, you know? Cause I really do it for love, nah mean? Uh Charles Hamilton Shout out to Lupe It's all love I'm just sick of all the comparison [Hook x2] Yes I am who I say I am, I'm Superman I'm flying high, and that's the plan So don't shake my hand I don't give a damn, how you feel Noooo [Verse 1:] Thank you, Mr.Fiasco Now watch me rip like and asshole When taking a shit on a flagpole You get raped in this biz, if you mad slow I'm Sonic in this bitch, cause I'm fast so Catch up or drop down when this cat flow I spit flames, got a mouth full of Tabasco In hell Newports, out come tobacco Inhale haze, the outcome is bad though In hell days, Is like mountains of cash flow Never ending, Never pretending, the Devil is in me Whoever should tempt me, is asking for I That's some Morbid shit, but it's this way till I have to call it quits Some days I get mad and bald my fist Should I black out? Ask the audience French kiss Death, playing mad accordion The high school drop out, valedictorian The sixth man, I have to score again Cause I may never have the ball again Laugh at Charles, because that's some Charlie shit Have a Marley hit, call it mean I want Charlie to shine, you want Charlie Sheen I'm Martin Sheen, I fathered this shit Tough pill to swallow, swallow this dick I am nice, acknowledge it bitch Simone Porter that's my baby, never thought of cheatin' I smell her scent in the air, the world is Puerto (Porter) Rican I'm sort of speaking, Metaphorically The more that you think it, the more that the meaning, is me No more quarter keeping, I'm trying to ball out Go all out, in the lab 'till I fall out Call out my name, I won't answer This soul cancer, makes me feel like an old dancer I can't move without making a face, can't sleep Can't eat, without breaking a plate Line drive down the middle, man I'm safe at the plate, take it away The umpire made a mistake I'm OUT Uh... Hehe Forgot I had another at bat Bottom of the ninth yeah I'm loving that fact A-Rod meets C-H-A-R L-E-S, nigga keep your day job I make pods, put it in your eye, Call it eye pods Look into the skyI Sun gon' shine forever So as long as I'm here, you niggas need to get your rhymes together I could rhyme forever Would rhyme for ever-y single time, niggas try to rob my leather Cause they knew I was a geek That didn't pop Berettas, now niggas sayin They wanna get chopped together, Nah Not enough weed, for me to just be cool With you shaky mother fucker saying, "trust me" I just breath, just believe This is telepopmusik Adjust to me Fuck with me You better not fuck with me Cause your boy here, dangerous like, the Busta beat Cause this, is, serious, the industry got me delirious I know what it is, I'm not hearing it It's predictable like rhymin' serious, and delirious With period, so here it is , Period. Uh Fuck college, I fucked up in Ithica Cause of the Chanel bitch, I fucked up in Ithica Excuse me? Huh? What? Give a fuck? Nigga, what is this "fuck" that I'm giving up? I'm never giving up, never am I tapping out I'm a fighter, and that's what I rap about I'm never giving up, never am I tapping out I'm a fighter, and that's what I rap about [Outro:] Charles Hamilton But for right now, you can call me Superman I'm in the booth One Charles Hamilton But for right now your can call me Super Man, I'm in the booth One