Yo, sometimes I swear

I'm made for this, ha

'Cause when I get in the booth, I just, haha, turn into Superman

You dig?

Yes I am who I say I am, I'm Superman (It's a wonderful feeling, you know?)

I'm flying high, and that's the plan ('Cause I really do it for love, you nah mean?)

So don't shake my hand (uh)

I don't give a damn, how you feel, no! (It's Charles Hamilton)

'Cause I am who I say I am, I'm Superman

I'm flying high, and that's the plan (Shout out to Lupe, nah mean?)

So don't shake my hand (It's all love, I'm just sick of all the comparison)

I don't give a damn, how you feel, no (Haha, alright, haha, uh)

Thank you, Mr. Fiasco

Now watch me rip like an 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 of Tabasco

Inhale Newports, out come tobacco

Inhale haze, the outcome is bad though

In hell days are like mountains of cash flow

Never ending, never pretending, the Devil is in me

Whoever should tempt me, is asking for it

That's some Morbid shit

But it's this way till I have to call it quits

Some days I get mad and ball my fist

Should I black out? Ask the audience

French kiss Death, playing mad accordions

The high school dropout, 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 Rican

I'm sort of speaking metaphorically

The more that you think it, the more that the meaning is mean

No more quarter keeping, I'm trying to ball out

Go all out and in the lab 'till I fall out

Call out my name, I won't answer

This soul cancer make 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, **** keep your day job

I make pods, put it in your eye

Call it eye pods, look into the sky

The Sun gon' shine forever so as long as I'm here

You **** need to get your rhymes together

I could rhyme forever, would rhyme for ever-

-ry single time, **** try to rob my leather

'Cause they knew I was a geek that didn't pop Berettas

Now these **** 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 Télépopmusik, 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?

****, what is this "fuck" that I'm givin' up?

I'm never giving up, never am I tappin' out

I'm a fighter and that's what I rap about

Never giving up, never am I tappin' out

I'm a fighter and that's what I rap about

Ayo, did anybody ever see Men In Black

(Charles Hamilton)

Know the flashy thing that take away they memory?

(But for right now, you can call me Superman)

Aight, well

(I'm in the booth)

Flashin' lights, get it?

(One)