Charles Hamilton - A Guest on Oprah lyrics

I am the essence of excellence me
And perfection are the best
Of friends i see Death and in the West Wind
I inhale it somebody gotta let
Me know if I am Palin my
Titties are showing on Worldstar, and I
Stay flowing on the mic girls are
Going insane whenever they see me
Right? Asking the
Fellas who were invisibly by side
I ain’t gotta watch, i
Let my Latin chick have it
Blacking it, splash it
That is imagination come true
Never thought words
Of this nation and as Sun Tsu
I’d have someone who is as bad and
Hispanic, jamming to Hamilton’s shit and
Being candid, we made love, no rubber
In Harlem so we taking it
Worldwide with no problem

I have one problem with these girls
They say my love is too real
I have no problem with the word
They say my love is too real
But what if my problem becomes the world
They say my love is too real
Can you still be Daddy’s little girl?
They say my love is too real

Like orange juice for Grey Goose
Heroin, followed by a blunt
Is a great excuse to move as great
As I move no one is
Able to shake a table the way
I do all turntablists aren’t able
To get as sick as I
Because while I’m spitting rhymes
I’m thinking about about making a record
And obviously it’s in the song
But a record is a truth you
Set that needs to be
Respected i’m overheating and I’m overeating
I might be too fat but it’s Hov Season and
Those who’ve got dollars, billions
And the money
Is respect and power are chilling i
Now am one loud man
The lead singer of Powerman 5000 and
If thou can get down
With me understand this is alchemy
Charles Hamilton on the beat

I have one problem with these girls
They say my love is too real
I have no problem with the word
They say my love is too real
But what if my problem becomes the world
They say my love is too real
Can you still be Daddy’s little girl?
They say my love is too real

Looks like only one verse
Is finished therefore this
Verse gotta be the worst it hurts
For niggas and I don’t feel but so
Perfect, nigga but, I’m spacing, zoning
Taking each moment of not having a
Great diploma and using the diploma
That I could’ve had as the microphone
See why I’m good at
Rap? Life’s alone and I’m suicidal
So who’s next
To have my throne? I don’t know
Cyclone like the power to make you
Touch the sky i’m Astroboy
And I love her thighs, so thick
And I love my guys, even though
I only roll with one oNE the
Shit gets kind of dumb
Son when these niggas act like they’re going
To dump something into your chest
That’s what I don’t R-E-S… Motherfuckers need
To give it a rest