Lyrics

[Intro: Charles Hamilton] Charles Hamilton.. Demevolist Music Group.. Vinyl pop incorporated.. Howard burn C.E.O. of Demevolist Inc Charles Hamilton President of Demevolist Inc Yo Hch, you wanna help me out here? You gon' help me talk some knowledge? I'm actually a little afraid.. [Verse 1: Charles Hamilton] I'm in the booth, pitch black Still working out with no six pack.. Did you get that? Sick rap is all I'm tryna spit, that.. Is a fact I've been sleepin' on a mattress That is what I call a music bed Let this verse abuse your head You dudes is dead I ain't even tryna do handshakes I can't wait, ya man hate, ya man die Every time ya man lie can't stand how I could be the man behind it I never get blinded or blind sided 30 years old tryna do what I did in the future You must be the suicide kid.. But you don't know what suicide is That's trying your luck I don't even want to talk to you, I'm riding for shucks For the fuck of it.. Coming up with new phrases I'm on a new stage, sonic in new stages.. We 'bout to bring back the old.. Too slow vibe.. Cause we don't fuck with any of you Coming back to the sound of the 808 This is pain you can't take away That hate just made my day Youtube it.. You stupid Throwin' darts like you cupid You ruthless? Never Only when I take ya top off, got problems? Then pop off, ya girl wanna top off, my cock is like hot sauce Sprayin' on her food, decayin' all the rules Niggas is dead you heard what I said I'm a bird in the air got a bird in my head when I'm flyin' So high I am the reason why my clothes don't need an iron Still straight.. Kill plates.. Nobody gon' kill Hch Split it down the middle if you want It's still symmetrical, let you know I got the best flow from here to Mexico Still landin' on the border.. A scorer Simone Porter, she is not a more-a She's more like a Hamilton, still standin' next to him Hand in hand with him, Talk to 'em Hch! (Hcho Talking) What the fuck do you want me to say after that? Aw man.. More..? More? [Verse 2: Charles Hamilton] Y'all niggas sound like Disney with rap Mickey with facts, spittin' the crack See I tried to not be the cocky ass backwards, but now I see I gotta be the I C champion, inter-continental flyin' like continental But I'm delta, bring the helta skelta Bring any beef I will melt ya Filet mignon that's the steak on my plate I ain't make a mistake just yet If I make a mistake then nigga bet Like B.E.T., easily, you get wet You can just drown in my tears I got this sound for years Down here I ball from my nut sack y'all niggas ride around with a bus pass Fuck that I should be the one you congratulate my nature I graduated, I hate ya HchO drivin' a navigator And I'm still a star, killin' bars, ain't nobody feelin' Charles? They might as well be killin' Charles Off with his head Never will I be talkin' to feds cause my lawyer got this shit down pact I'm around like pac.. 2 Act 2 (HchO) Yo.. Charles, I always knew.. ...Fuck outta here, haha [Verse 3: Charles Hamilton] I got locked and my girl wrote a blog sayin' "Free Charles" Now I'm with a DJ, we playin' Skee ball Rollin' up, yeah whattup my nigga? And you, you fucking suck my nigga I'm talking to you You been hating for the longest That's why this song is just me gettin' along with The melody, I'm just spittin' like it's a felony And my bars are still heavenly, tell 'em b U.. R, K, E You can't splay me, display me, spray me Whatever the word is that I just said Will make a lot of sense to all my favorite dust heads (HchO) You got fire... All the rest of you cats is fired.. Fire.. [Outro: Charles Hamilton] What more can I say? Niggas is dead, I mean the organist way It's a funeral, y'all.. Assume that it's Charles still bangin' in ya ear lobe You don't like it? Then I guess you gotta hear Hov What more can I say? Fuck this.. And I bit the ending!