You will remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
You still remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
You will remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
It has always be the same
C-H-A-R-L-E-S

I'm letting go of all my fear and inhibitions. Just to stand here and get to spitting. N***as act like they don't hear it. Well, do they listen? It bothers me a little bit so I get Al Jazeera then I enter them with the vibe of the song. The soul that'll have them dying for long. I love making music, I swear I do. This is Theraflu. All I do is stare at you through your third eye. Yeah I'm looking right back at you with a bad attitude. And I rap mad facts while these cats act rude. But they can't rap for shit, they have mad glue. It's like their tongue is stuck on something dumb. And all I do is run what I run. If you want to come. motherfucker, come. Swing away, but I'm a genius, okay. So I ain't swinging today

You will remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
You still remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
You will remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
It has always be the same
C-H-A-R-L-E-S

The hood got a n***a too scared to shine. So if you don't mind, I'ma stand here and shine. I don't leave the house unless I look bummy. Basically means I'm looking for money, and I'm hungry. So if I'm panhandling. Damn, Hamilton can handle it. I'm just taking mad change and channeling. Whoa. So I step back. Add another set-back. Add another set-back? I slap the fucking set-back. I'm never stopping. NEVER. And that basically means I've gotten better. And when I mean it, I see it and I believe it. Why would you not believe it? You're a non-believer and non-believers get tossed in a pot of stew

You will remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
You still remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
You will remember the name of
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
It has always be the same
C-H-A-R-L-E-S
Twist of the lid to the drink. Yeah, I get biz when I think. I'm not in the biz but I'm watching this shit as I think: "These n***as are shit to me." I'm pissed off because they making history but I do this shit every day. Give some shit to me! Mad change, mad cash, mad love. Bad aim for bad cats with wack gloves. These n***as can't fire at me. I'm not dying you see, while I rhyme on the beat. Charles Hamilton with Kid Dynamo. That's the name of the sample but, I don't know. So I come with my information. Gather it up. Start rapping my stuff and then y'all had enough. I just hoped you enjoyed it. Because to me it's poison you've been enjoying. My poison, to kill me. My choices, to kill me. But I'm that boy, you feel me?