Friday, 24 November 2017

Buckets of patience

Jimmy and ANY OF YOU should be in AWE at this blog entry's title.

I Hate Trouble is my best album since StH: ZERO.
"Check it oowwwwwwt!" (Paul McCartney voice)

It's like this, y'all.
I'm too nice of a guy to be Satan.
I WANT AND NEED to be Sonic T. Hedgehog (Sonic Boom reference).
It's not like I can't handle my opponent (YOU ALL) being leagues under the sea of lava.
It's just... I'd get off my thrown, put down my pitchfork and (a) try to fuck a suffering female mortal or (b) ask a suffering male to light me up.

Potheads feel me.

If SEGA strips me of being Sonic (AGAIN), then...






I just want to be myself.
Human, alien, mortal, an immortal, whatever.
I don't want to be "the second coming of" or "a prophet".

I want to be the best, truest, ONLYest Charles Hamilton.
Fuck that "it's a common name" bullshit.
Y'all know me.
I don't want you to.
That's how I know you know me.

My mastering of AMIJ2 is not done yet.
Like...
Dr. Dre, Greg Lawrence, Jimmy Douglass...
"Ima be on yo ass, boy!"

Sonically, this album WILL NOT BE TOUCHED.

I'm hungry again.
Should've stayed at my auntie's house.

At least I'll be here in 2018.

I'm working towards it.

Besides.

My dreams of being Superdad are miraculously waking me up every day.

Hear that, Daughterlips and Son Dunna?!
I wake up for y'all.
Stay out of jail and the abortion clinic and Dad's gonna let you get away with being...

TheSecondComing

Fuck that shit.
I don't want that to be your fate.
Shit, I don't want it to be MY fate.
NuKanye
NuEm

Nah.

Just CH.










Children, honor your mother.
I might've impregnated THE ENTIRE BUNNY RANCH in 2011, but YOU know your mother is a queen.
Dad's just trying to be your friend.
I'll find away to punish.
But, with the kind of bond we have (sons and daughters), I might not have to Joe Jackson you niggas.

Alas, this all could be a dream.




(Watch me make Beyoncé sleepy...)






Inception,
Inception.
No use for protection.
There's another music selection?

(insert Bey's fatigue __________)












Lights out, critters!
















~shout it out~

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Shrimp w/ broccoli

What's beef?
Beef is when I ask for a warm place to sleep,
Get invited to a blunt full of Sour D.,
And get told something that puts me in grief.
So, shit is deep.

(so mote it be)

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Dedicated to Overton (sub).
KNOW what I'm about, nigga.

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Recorded at Overton's house.
A room away.
ABOUT my relationship with God, Satan and ... Ms. Greene, I think her name is.

WHILE verbally ASSAULTING Overton and Kyle.

"For playing me, y'all shall forever remain nameless..."
Unless I cop that stainless.
Then you'll be BRAINLESS and nameless.

I'm done trying to hurt myself.
SOMEONE... SOMEBODY... is gon get this work.








Like THAT, y'all.
And ya downt stahp!












~shout it out~

Ask Jeeves official lyrics


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My best friend questions my best friend mentality. Because of my sin, Him wanna battle me. But, then again, i don't want to come after He. Because he's kinda like... HI. And I('m) the guy He would be reacHIng, wHEn speaKING through BEATS(s). Too many friends that can make beats, so I guess tHIs would be HIStory for H3. The generation after WE. "How could I clash with HE?!" DAMN! As HE grabs tHE *HEat* to blast me, I ask he if he understands what he has done to ME. Made me a bigger beast than ME. "Then," The Industry wish to be IN me. THEN I BLAME HIM! THEN I NAME HIM THE REASON WHY "I'M TAKING OVER!" like Centipede.

(hook)
Is there something I do not know?
Is something (here) taking control?
Is there something you'd like to show?
Is there something that I... don't... no?

I apologIze for separating your family, but LET'S get it together, forever. No segregation. No messing with medication to understand He. And you are He. Between U&I, we rule the sky. Not Ja Rule and A-shan-ti! But I rap like an Asian guy. Sometimes with my eyes slanted. 'Cause I can't stand SHIT! Mad high, trying to make sense. A Black guy trying to straddle the fence. Battling cats who have any sense. If they dont have it, I PASS IT! NOW THEY HAVE SENSE! But the *sense (cents; keep it real)*... and *SCENTS* of SENTENCES... can get bent. And I ain't tryna *get bent* with them, so let's just "get it in" with tracks again.


(hook)
Is there something I do not know?
Is something (here) taking control?
Is there something you'd like to show?
Is there something that I... don't... no?










Happy Thanksgiving, 2Z!
Rise In Positivity, Sheree.
Hey, Anniya!








I'm out.

















~shout it out~ 

Charlie And The Chocolate Factory official lyrics (and explanation)


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Charles Hamilton. Back with another one. Y'all know I get *it* poppin' like bubblegum. Gonna start some trouble, 'cause I'm troublesome. You can hate me, but I know you love it son. My pink polo and matching kicks. My blazer. Amazing. I have to get so fly like I'm "rollin' with the baddest bitch". The immaculate. So I have to spit. Imagine chicks tryna grab my *dick*, 'cause I keep comin' (cummin'...) out with hit, after hit. And... I don't need a gun. Why? TI, know. But I got love for TI, though. There's a lot of DRAMA when there's niggas in your BI, yo. This shit'll make a punk turn to GI Joe. Rap is a farm. EI-EI-O. So many *chickens* say they wanna be my *hoe*. But I'ma just chill, while you have a *cow*. Y'all know me, no backin' down... ask around. Britney Spears when I'm Black(ing) Out. You savage how? I ain't know they made savage clowns. You ain't mean. You average. Wow. 'Cause what you say don't add up or match your style. So I'm laughing, now. LMAO. "Ayo!" like "Technology! Acknowledge me!" Funky like old collard greens with 8-day-old mayo. Yo HchO. I feel like Raisin' Hell (sigh), so *they* can tell I'm the greatest. Well, the second greatest. Pac is Richard Pryor, so I'm Dave Chappelle.

(hook)
But this joint here ain't funny.
Ain't no Comedy *Central*.
The info: "Charlie got a sick flow!"
Spit fast or spit slow,
Either way *the kid* go,

AIN'T NOBODY FUCKIN' WITH ME!!!

(ye-uhhhh)
Y'all know my REAL name.
I spit them REAL flames.
A lot of haters are hatin, but they some real lames.
Y'all hope I will change.
But this is REAL ~strange~.

You stuck in my factory!

That's why I'm sayin' "AYO!"
The studio is my factory.
So, can't none of y'all come fuck with me.
AYO!
I'll school you like I'm the faculty.
So, detention time, you're stuck with me.
AYO!
Shout out Sha-leik from The Faculty.
(that's the name of my production team)
AYO!
So, "Welcome to The Hit Factory (?)!"
Go ahead and try your luck with me!


EXPLANATION

Charles Hamilton (using my name in common conversation has it's FISCAL pluses and SOCIAL minuses; I used it as A BAR). Back with another one. Y'all know I get *it* poppin' like bubblegum (I control Shadow the Hedgehog, and pretty much any living thing, through possession). Gonna start some trouble, 'cause I'm troublesome (a reference to how Harlem girls get ready to fight; they pop their bubble/chewing gum, hoping "a bitch" would "pop" on them). You can hate me, but I know you love it son. My pink polo and matching kicks. My blazer. Amazing (a reference to the future, yet consistent biting of Kanye and the presence of Simone "Dr. Dre" Marshall; the OPPOSITE of Sasheer "Timbaland" Zamata, of whom made the beat). I have to get so fly like I'm "rollin' with the baddest bitch" (Harlem expectations of a pink wearing rapper). The immaculate (shouts to Madonna). So I have to spit. Imagine chicks tryna grab my *dick* (DOOM is an actual language; a *dick* in DOOM is facetious conversation, or "being a dick"), 'cause I keep comin' (cummin'...) out with hit, after "hit!" (when Jimmy Iovine screams out "HIT!" or "YES!", you have reached his radar and either don't need his help or he needs you). And... I don't need a gun. Why? TI, know. But I got love for TI, though. There's a lot of DRAMA when there's niggas in your BI, yo (DJ Drama snitched on TI; wrap). This shit'll make a punk turn to GI Joe. Rap is a farm. EI-EI-O (I know the code[s] to keep ALL ARTISTS, PARTICULARLY RAPPERS, in line). So many *chickens* say they wanna be my *hoe*. But I'ma just chill, while you have a *cow* (I'll be civilized and ignorant, you'll be blue collar and intelligent with the knowledge I plan to give you; also, a premonition to my battle/beef with Rhymefest). Y'all know me, no backin' down... ask around. Britney Spears when I'm Black(ing) Out (Britney Spears dropped her album "Black Out" in 2007; the cover was the focus of "Devil In A Light Pink Dress"). You savage how? (do I have to?) I ain't know they made savage clowns. You ain't mean. You average. Wow. 'Cause what you say don't add up or match your style. So I'm laughing, now. LMAO. "Ayo!" like "Technology! Acknowledge me!" Funky like old collard greens with 8-day-old mayo. Yo HchO (the left side of The Satanic Pentagram). I feel like Raisin' Hell (as old as Run-DMC, damn near LITERALLY), so *they* (sixes) can tell I'm the greatest. Well, the second greatest. (GEORGE MASSA, but...) Pac (SEGA) is Richard Pryor (THE ARCHITECT OF SATIRICAL SPOKEN WORD), so I'm Dave Chappelle (DC!).






Here's to hoping you understand.

"I have an ability..."














~shout it out~

iPhone X(XX)


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Like, I know more about this song than ALL.
I honestly LOVE this song more than.... (medication kicks in)

This is a great record.
And... Dr. Chelsy Spencer and Dr. Ana Costakis will support this vent...

FUCK YOU IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT!

Shadys are first generation StarChasers.
Pay homage.

EM DOESN'T KNOW HE'S GOTHIC.
EM DOESN'T "KNOW" A LOT OF THINGS.

BECAUSE HIS TRUTH JEOPARDIZES...







"This Perfect Life"











~start it...~

That rape shit I be talkin' about...


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NIGGA, SAY IT!
FEBRUARY 23rd, 1999!
THE DAY MY LIFE CHANGED.

Now.
Realize that Em is very paranoid about being raped by these two "thugs".
He's been talking about this for a VERY long time.
Like... this EXACT video.

Em, "we got each other, sharing the laughter and loooooooove..."

Let me know if you need anything.
...of which I can provide.

I got you, Mr. Mathers (a trigger, perhaps? NIGGA IT'S ME!!! not that *it*, but... you get it)







Holla back, Slim13!











~shout it out~

iPhone Vibe Tone


Spud Mack was there for me.
The General of ALL Goons.
However, I see my "goons" as blessings.
Spud Mack is a blessing.

And ya mans can SPIT!

You probably heard him on a few records of mine.

He's ILL.

This is an important mixtape.

Take a listen.

Thanks, Mack.
I don't ever want to put you in a position where you have to prove you're gangsta.

THAT'S a goon to a goblin.

Goblins are already dead.
Goons have lives to lead.
For a goon to ride with a goblin, you have to put up with... Hell itself.

Feel this tape.













~shout it out~

The 7 Day Theory

With 7 days left on my Clock of Immortality (life on Earth, in this lifetime), I want to say something... write something... I never thought I'd say.

I no longer plan to commit suicide on November 30th, 2017.

I reached my Nirvana (completion through completing my dharma; do your homework) in 2010, but was forced back into reality.
Such is one reason for my hostility towards "the higher-ups", "the consumer(s)" and "the fan(s)".
I've always seen my OM (Hinduism).
However, the older I got, it seemed to mortalize who I COULD be.

I internalize the things I learn.
Such could be detrimental, but it brings a new depth to my music.
Regardless, that's what I do.
Within the last 3-4 years (give or take this being the 7th year AFTER my Nirvana was reached), I took the OM (as seen below) as my curtain call.





I must die, at age 30, on the 30th day of my birth month.

In the name of music.

Below, you will see Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva.



To relate Hinduism to my radical SEGA beliefs, Brahma (the creator) is J Dilla. 
He is the creator of Neo-Soul and... what I call Dilla-Hop. 
Such a style has been OFTEN imitated, but HELL NO will it be duplicated.
YOU KNOW a Dilla-style/jacked beat when you hear it.
He also is MANY OTHER PRODUCERS, OF WHOM YOU KNOW OF!!!
Brahma has 4 faces.

I (Sonic) am Vishnu. 
I drew such a conclusion by the "i" and the "u" in its name.
Vishnu is the preserver.
Look.
"I border both Heaven and Hell..."
That.
Right there.
Apply Sonic's goal of opening and freeing minds to my hypothesis and... thairt is.

George Massa (Silver) is Shiva.
The phonetic similarity of Silver to Shiva is enough to seal the deal.
But, since many won't be satisfied with such, Shiva is the destroyer.
GEORGE WRECKS SHIT.
Horribly, as Beyonce.
WORSE, as Drake.
I am bouncing back from the rage of Shiva.

(for the record: George, if my hypothesis is correct, you were in Mortal Kombat: Ultimate)

If you notice (from the picture of "us"), we each have one of our hands raised.
In some depictions, it is our left hand (the hand of ecstasy, when touched by a 6; of which we are) that is raised.
In this depiction, it is "our" right hand.
The hand of woe, when dealing with a 6.

"...I'm next to the guy with 9 ecstasy pills, and 5 extra!"
-Eminem, "Medicine Ball"

Vishnu (me) has a statue erected in which he is extending his LEFT hand.
Such is a way of saying, "Here".

For those who are enamored in the 6 usage of "here", it means "Here's some wet, tight pussy for you to fuck. Now GET IT OVER WITH so we can continue this conversation, with a newly discovered knowledge of each other. And if it's not pussy that you want, you're either gaay or want problems I don't want to deal with..."

"So to EVERYBODY, HERE!"
-Charles Hamilton, some song I was venting about YOU ALL, TO YOU ALL.

It's a sign of vulnerability.

"I digress..."
-Charles Hamilton, "Grounded For Life"

Vishnu (being me) extending the hand of ecstasy was a way of saying, "I will grant you all of your deepest wishes and desires, so long as you allow me to make MY music, MY way."

In all actuality, BEFORE TIME CAME INTO PLAY, my left hand was self-buried at the edge of The Indus Tree.
I gave WHATEVER ecstasy and wealth I could, TO SEGA, BEFORE WEALTH EXISTED.

This is when we (us 4) were "livin' in Livy".

Machiavelli reference.

Peep the entry title.

Also, check out StH2: HD.

Okay.

If Vishnu could NOT make his music, his way (or her way, to you Illuminiggas), he/she/it will die, as a mortal, on it's 30th year in the future.
On the 30th day.

"Three is the magic number; ask my partner. Nah."
-J Dilla, "Climax"




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Look, Madlib.
I LUVE you.

Jack, you CONFIRMED my belief in my bottom line.
SEGA forever.
Be at peace.

But JAMES DEWITT YANCEY SAVED MY GOD DAMN LIFE.

(cries a FUCKING river)

J Dilla died at age 32.




So 30, 2.










Music is mine, says Nujabes.

Thank you, Uncle Deezy.




"It's yours, Daddy!"


Yes, my music is me crying out for help.
No, this ain't no damn pity party.
MAYBE I need you to love me to continue to live.

Is *it* in your heart?














~shout it out~

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, H2!


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THROUGH IT ALL, we've remained closer than brothers.
We recently had a huge loss in our collective/extended family.
Such a loss is somewhat driving a wedge between us again.
Regardless, you're my best friend, and I wish you blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving, Joshington!







And to YOU ALL, use your third eye before you eat today.
And always.





love







~shout it out~

At Most I'm Just 2: Forced Humility

I've been working on this sequel since I started working on the first one.
The first one was dedicated to the mysteries of existence.
It was mixed by George Llamastix Massa.
Mastered by yours truly.
Well-received.

I started working on the sequel, and the title was "...A Drake Ex".
An esoteric way of accusing Drake of sodomizing me (while I was sleep) in Los Angeles in 2008.
Before EITHER of us hit the mainstream.
I decided that was giving him too much attention (guilty or not) and put it on hold.

Around the release of AMIJ is when and where everything started to unravel.
It's unfair to blame Briana.
We were just "talking" around the time I started recording AMIJ.
In fact, she was on the phone during "Cosmic Hop-Scotch" (peep the CH).
It's also unfair to blame Jimmy.
Our bond is (SOMEHOW) deeper than music.
No one is to blame for my "downfall" other than my virtually OCD relationship with music.

When Jay (-Z) moved in my house in 2009 (BELIEVE IT OR NOT), things got REALLY complicated.
Be it ego or the public's "need" for a secret society based iconoclast, we bumped heads.
With love.
Hence "Family Feud".

A lot of people treated me LESSER than who I am after he got in the picture.

Then the "beef" with Sha-leik, Boe and Dre.

Then THE UNFORTUNATE beef with ?uestlove.
Same with Em (we kinda had words after the Trump verse).

Though it may appear the catalyst and root of each equation is me, the REAL nucleus of EACH of these "beefs" is rape.

Which is what an incubus does.

Not to EVER mention my two CELEBRITY succubi.

Hi, you two.

Anyway, this album is about 8 years in the making, with MORE TO COME.
I hope you enjoy it.

COULD drop today.
Depends on the demand.

Hit me up on SocialMedia.



Twitter: @charleshamilon OR @twacharlesh
Facebook: Charles Hamilton (the guy with the green hat)
Instagram: @charleshamiltonmusic OR @charleshamiltonreturns
Google+: charleshamiltonreturns@gmail.com

I prefer Google+.

"...like, 'Nigga, you ain't up on this!'"
-Kanye West, "All Falls Down"











Use your indoor voices.
















~shout it out~

Blueby's Thanksgiving

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Hey, Sonic.
We're so in-tune with each other, we make each other cry.

This is the second Thanksgiving without mom.
The first Thanksgiving with The Hamilton Family in YEARS.
I was working last Thanksgiving.
But...

Let's look at the plus signs!

J Dilla might've been mom!
Like... WAS MOM!
Beyonce is grandma!
THAT'S why she's so beautiful!
Uncle George is 9th Wonder!
Uncle Jeff is DAD/Jay-Z!
Our baby mama is Dr. Dre.
AND Timbaland!

We recorded almost 600 albums (INCLUDING EXECUTIVE PRODUCING A MAJOR LABEL DEBUT!!!!) before the age of 30!

WE PROVED SEGA IS MORE THAN A GAMING COMPANY/ALIENS EXIST!!!

THERE'S NO NEED FOR SUICIDE!


Well, there's one thing.

I'd die if you leave me, Sonic.
I know, I know... I told you to find another body.
I was trying to avenge your murder.
I would've done HARD TIME, but you would've been a war hero.

I'm glad it's over, but Blueby, KNOW I'll do anyhing for you.






Now.
SEGA.




I
am
thankful
for 
you.






Don't turn the lights out just yet, babe.
I'm workinonit.





J Dilla, I HAVE TOO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU.
George Massa, I HAVE QUESTIONS FOR YOU OF WHICH YOU ANSWER BY EXISTING.
Jack Splash, thank you, and get on down.

Daft, muah.

SO MANY people to name.
ROGER!
MASATO!







I love y'all.

As far as you humans, my love (at one point) was unconditional.
You proved to me I should hinder my love for all.
So, get in tune with SEGA if you want me to put you back in my shattered heart.

This "movement" of mine is my everyday life.


#individualizm














~shout it out~

Steinway's wine taste


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True StarChasers may recognize this joint.
True cratediggers may cut their wrists.
True MUSICIANS... HAVE to know how great Herbie Hancock is.


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Do your homework on Herbie Hancock.
THE MAN.

Jack Splash called me the Herbie Hancock of Hip-Hop.
THAT'S what's up!

Thanks, dude.
I hope you're well.



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Futuristic melodies and grooves.
Such is why I'm not over the moon with Trap.
Mainly because there's no soul in it.
EVEN IF ALL TRAP BEATS HAVE SAMPLES, there's no soul in them.



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This record is amazing.
All I have to say.
Keep your mind open.
Classics take time to be considered great, however.
So... take your time.













~shout it out~