Monday, 31 October 2016

Bred Wondah's takeover



So apparently, I've always been chicken shit.
Brave, but chicken shit (Alanis Morrisette's words).
I'm not a big fan of fighting.
I think it's kinda gay.
But since this is worship season and everyone is either trying to be God or defining who their God is, it's only right I defend myself from those with unclear intentions.

Which means I have no friends.

Such makes me look back and see who was a friend to begin with.
At the same time, it's a test of faith.
But to have faith in someone/something, you have to believe their every word.

I have never lied to you.
And when I did, it was to protect you.

I don't know what to believe anymore.
I even have reason to doubt "Hamilton, Charles" will ever actually drop.
Strange, considering management gave me a release date from the label.

But will you actually buy it, considering how much doubt and controversy surrounds my name?

Listen.
I don't go anywhere.
I don't do anything but make music.
And there are people out there who know I'm worth more, but will demean such because they believe (and have faith in the fact) that they are worth more.
Harlem is full of Black gods and goddesses.
Egypt, I believed I was The One.

Thank you for proving that I need violence to stay there.

Thanks, Scooter.
You've made my life a living Hell since you first entered me.

Happy Hell-o-ween, you all.
Wear your costumes and masks of wonder and fright.
I'll still be the scariest ghoul yet in this reality.

Myself.

OH!

The above beat tape is from Bred Wondah.
One of my best friends.
He introduced me to Fat Beats.
Which is where I met The Audible Doctor.
I introduced him to Dr. Dre.
Which is where he (somewhat) met song composition.

Enjoy your day.
I'm gonna muster up some self-esteem and take some pictures for the album.

Gods have high-self esteem.

Right Beyonce?
Right Dilla?
Of course, Jack...










I know why I still exist.
But can it be another reason to love me, as well as any beauty you can find?

"Smoke with me, Weed Man!"
-Jaylib, "Heavy"












"Hamilton, Charles"
December 2nd, 2016 (finally)




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Friday, 28 October 2016

Pastor Uncle lyrics

"Hamilton, Charles” on the way. 
I’m feeling good.
Kinda.

(verse 1)
When am I ever feeling good? Weathering, because of the hood. Forever, I’ma sin, but be better than them.

It’s like a prayer. Psychic nightmare. Staying beside you when I dare (deer/dear) to see what the world could bring me. To the world, I’m a genie. But YOU don’t really need me. Only when I talk to the fans. Awkward, again. How awkward can I stand? How awesome I’ve been in the past, but now it’s time to kick ass in stores. What’s in store? Another nightmare. Something I dare to glare at. When the night stares back, saying I don’t black like the night. So I pass the night back to the mic, through my breath. Who could step through the shoes I step with? No one knew that I was the best. But then, they knew I was the best. It’s such an… oxymoron. No klonopin could stop me, so I go on. It’s hard to continue when you’re high in my mind, so I continue like “hi!”.

(hook)
Well if you really truly love me,
Then you will let me know
That you really truly love me,
By simply letting go.
Said if you really truly love me,
Then you will let me know.
Because you really truly love me.
Then I will let you go.

(verse 2)
My age is 8. Understand? But at 28, I stay away from wondering if Mankind could understand why I don’t whine. I don’t even pine. I sip my wine/beer/hennessy/grey goose, and wish to remember the memories that may make you stay unstable when thinking about what a true MC is. I never give you anything less but the emptiness that I feel inside. No witnesses. But I have to confess. It’s time for my flesh to end. So I can step again. Why would I die? To be considered the top 5, dead or alive. Since I’m dead in your eyes. Forever I survive through the rhythms. Jazzy Jeff provided this rhythm. Pardon the “to pry”, but to pry is what all of y’all are getting. That’s a surprise! Magic to guys. I rap like Magic is beside, and passing.

(hook)
Well if you really truly love me,
Then you will let me know
That you really truly love me,
By simply letting go.
Said if you really truly love me,
Then you will let me know.
Because you really truly love me.
Then I will let you go.

(verse 3)
There is no HchO this time around. It’s like the Lake Show with just the guy that was brown. “Kobe! For three!” Shaq was black, and hopefully you know me. But Nash returned to the team, because we already know he was permanently being a West-coaster with his west openers. And passing the ball, and letting them all know what word is. When you say word in the hood when you see a highlight. We could be the highlight. You and I, if you like what I provide on the mic. Especially when I use a pen. And then, a lot of these guys will say that I have gotten back to my ways. But this was a sacrifice for y’all, and I don’t like it at all.

(hook)
Well if you really truly love me,
Then you will let me know
That you really truly love me,
By simply letting go.
Said if you really truly love me,
Then you will let me know.
Because you really truly love me.

Then I will let you go.

















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Hamilton, Charles









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Tuesday, 25 October 2016

Dateline


Dateline will be a throwback to The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be better than The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be a throwback to The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be better than The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be a throwback to The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be better than The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be a throwback to The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be better than The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be a throwback to The Pink Lavalamp.
Dateline will be better than The Pink Lavalamp.

1.









~sim sim salabim~

Basement Mating lyrics



Pontifex.
Pontifex.
Pontifex.
(Ayo, my hook go...)


(hook)
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...


(verse 1)
I made an honest mess. I said "pontifex". And now, I gotta be Kanye West meets Cornell West meets all the best meets all the people who can argue and start the vest(s) with its bickering with my chest. Y'all are listening to my best. No argument when I spit from the flesh. I mean the tongue. I mean the lungs. I mean, somewhere niggas will never understand until they get clever and try to see The Sun of Man. And I don't mean to be sonnin' Man, but I wanna run again. I wish I was Sonic, but this is just honesty coming out of my lungs. Because I'm in the zone. Nigga, NO! DON'T YOU EVER STOP, BECAUSE THE FLOW IS SO DIGITAL! AND IT'S SO PHYSICAL, TOO (when it holds you)! So you know it's OD! Time to get some Nobu!


(hook)
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...

(verse 2)
See, I moved in a village. I was doing my business. And these people wanna move with attitudes. And I get it. Because I represented Sonic in the most honest way. But now I represent Charles Hamilton in the most GOTHIC way. And all they say is... what I gotta say, when I have an argument and I tell a nigga Agape won't stop they movement(s) when I am in control of it. So, I'm like the soul of it. Ain't nobody holdin' it. Hold it just a bit, because I gotta slow it down. These niggas is so impressed, and I know I mow 'em down with the flow. It's so profound... and the words I choose... "It's so perfect, dude! It's like the perfect shoes!" Barefooted in the booth, while I'm holdin' a loosie. And I ain't even holdin' no looseleaf... I'm just controlling your moves. "He is so in contuned with himself. In conjunction..." nigga, get to jumpin'!

(hook)
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...

(verse 3)
Sex is a handshake. Some people can take what it may do. A man can break. Like your man Drake. Not saying he's soft now, but I'm the one he gotta talk down to. And he kinda has been, but I'm not a Has Been. So nigga, this round 2. Look at who found YOU. And now, it's time to get to moving to the rhythm, because I'm just you was already grooving to the rhythm. Or, maybe I overheard it. Or maybe (God dammit), I'm nervous and it's over. But I done heard it and I'm sober. So, I'ma keep on zoning with zone that I been permitting niggas to "get in and listen to my shit" when whispering. But this is cool, now. Because I grew down. At the same time, I got a new style. I got a boo now. And she too down. And she lovin' this rhythm. Now get my shoes, now...

(hook)
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...
All my ladies.
That's right!
I just wanna see you ass get right tonight!
Be a slut!
...or...
find out what I brought you here for...















~sim sim salabim~

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Love/Hate (A post to dream about)

I love music.
I hate trouble.
I love the block.
I hate trouble.
I love women.
I hate trouble.
I honor Black (and Eminem) men.
I hate trouble.
I love jail.
I hate trouble.
I love magick.
I hate trouble.
I love SEGA.
I hate trouble.

I love music.







https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Byv1mQRM6kGTeTNvaEwxWTFnR28
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Out of sheer love for music, I may continue to release music up until the retail release of "Hamilton, Charles". 
Catch me on Instagram.
@CharlesHamiltonReturns


I love Music.

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Byv1mQRM6kGTeTNvaEwxWTFnR28
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Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Test

The Blogger app on my phone is acting screwy.
This is just a test.





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Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Why.

I can't say I haven't always practiced Wicca.
There always has been a hint of magic in my music.
I just didn't promote such.
I am, was, and always will be a advocate for using one's natural abilities.
But, as far as the last 5-6 years, I have swan-dived into magick.

The things I have discovered, however, I already knew.
For that, I love magick.
And I love SEGA even more.
I don't want to lose either.

So, this is the point of the blog entry.

No matter the type of magic you use or your intentions, respect the source.
Don't make a million off a repetitive song, call it a spell, and leave magick alone.

Once you go in, you're stuck.
Period.

A lot of people are asking me... no... TELLING me to go back to God.
And I do pray.
I pray for those who I thought were attacking me in my sleep (other than the goddesses).
I pray for those who have said fucked up things to me.
I pray for those who said I wouldn't be shit without them.
I pray for fellow artists.
I pray for ladies.
Though I feel they're too far gone, I pray for men.

I feel selfish when I pray for myself.
Any spell casted or curse thrown was NEVER for me.
Such is probably why I'm in such dire need for money as we speak.
Don't get me wrong.
I have a stash (shouldn't have said that on here).
But it's emergency money.
And I have a major investment I'm gonna make in the near future.

But yeah.

I'll explain why I got into Wicca/Witchcraft one day.
Not today.
I'll just revel in my own self-knowledge.
All I ask is that you trust me with your soul.

I mean, you do it with every download.

And with the retail album coming, you'll be trusting more than just me with your soul.
And you've been entrusting your soul(s) in the hands of similar people for centuries.
So I don't feel bad about any tears shed because of this album.

It's gonna be a doozey.







I'm out.



Pardon my humility, hard rappers.
I just found another way to chop your heads off.






















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Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Charles Hamilton x MVGEN collabo




























I'm sure we'll work on more, but this is just to whet the appetite of the viewer.
For now.

Off to sleep.

I gotta worry about deckin' niggas tomorrow.









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Monday, 10 October 2016

Lithium Love lyrics




(verse 1)
Beauty, in the eye of the beholder. No need to be sober. It’s you and I, until we die, and then we cross over. I’m in the lane. Niggas driving me insane. And I ain’t talking whip game, but you know I got the Nissan appeal. I’m THAT! Do the math. Move it back. I’m getting hissed at by these different chicks and cats. Shit is mad interesting, in fact. But, I wish to sit back and get tracks to rip. And this is a wish come true. Neo-Soul! So dope! I’m Neo to Soul. And I don’t mean N-E-Y-O. I’m in NY. Oh! And here we go!

(hook)
Drive me insane.
Go ‘head and drive me wild.
‘Cause that’s all you do.
You never make me smile.
Drive me insane.
Go ‘head and drive me wild.
‘Cause that’s all you do.
You never make me smile.

(verse 2)
So much pressure on my back, I’m becoming metamorphic. But I’m The Sun. I never forfeit. In my old days/in my old age/in my old ways, I was telling everybody I’m like The O’jays! For the Love Of Money. But Who Am I when money is no longer love? The strongest touch is what I look for and look forward to… look. There’s more of you! And there’s so many people I can vent about. And them niggas ain’t listening now. And when they get to listening, I’ll have a kid that shouts. And my baby mama would be THE BIGGEST BITCH. NO DOUBT! My enemy would have my spirit within him. And I can hear him grinning. And everybody else is selfish. Can’t help it. But I’m still Charles Hamilton until you’re melting!

(hook)
Drive me insane.
Go ‘head and drive me wild.
‘Cause that’s all you do.
You never make me smile.
Drive me insane.
Go ‘head and drive me wild.
‘Cause that’s all you do.
You never make me smile.

(verse 3)
I’m the bastard son of Jaylib. Wait a minute! Controversy starts when I get to blurting from the heart about the man who made me so smart with your soul, AND the target of globes. The whole Solar System knows. And I still feel snow, coming down my face. Running around the place. I’m so cold. Ancient. But I’m so dope. Face it. See I go through situations feeling like Goku in The Matrix. Don’t say “woo!” or “hoo!” because you know you gotta face the fact there’s no pen involved with this spaceship. I just wanna be the greatest, if I’m not the one that created shit. While I sip a beer, I be like “Listen here. Heinekens make me wanna smile again… but you?!”

(hook)
Drive me insane.
Go ‘head and drive me wild.
‘Cause that’s all you do.
You never make me smile.
Drive me insane.
Go ‘head and drive me wild.
‘Cause that’s all you do.
You never make me smile.

















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Yesterday's News (the prelude) lyrics


I don’t even feel like rapping anymore. Who am I rapping to? What am I rapping for? I ask for more war because I’m the war target of love, but it’s hard to remain Charles in this stuff. So many people saying “Charles, just give up!” or “Charles, just get up and fight!”, but I do it with the mic. And I feel fine. And feel right. But it doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel bright. All my information is leaking is slipping. I been going to Google to take a peek at what’s missing. And now it’s harder to be in the position of me, because I’m spitting to me, as if I don’t get it. And I just want the world to understand me. At the same time, I just want a Grammy. I’m not Chance, b. Even though my music is free, it’s more than just music to me.

(hook)
So, when I find out what I’m missing,
I will gladly climb out of this position
And walk to yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
I will gladly walk to yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
This is yesterday’s news…

On behalf of every rapper, fuck Drake. You got your bars, but you’re just a cupcake. And I’ma leave it there. You know why we beefing, dear. I’d sweep the tears off your face with a .38, but I ain’t got the gat. So the problem is that. Soon as I cop one, I’ma pop it at your hat. Niggas is becoming my friends so that they could be running shit with him. I understand it, but then again, I’ll be God damn! Don’t be a bandit because a nigga’s so candid! These niggas acting like they Manwich. Gotta eat ‘em, but they’re sloppy. I gotta beat ‘em. Problem is, I ain’t gotta see ‘em. These niggas don’t even belong in my coliseum. This is my house. I’m representing me. Deadly as it gets. Don’t ever forget me.

(hook)
So, when I find out what I’m missing,
I will gladly climb out of this position
And walk to yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
I will gladly walk to yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
This is yesterday’s news…

My thought process has been diminished! I thought Charles was constantly in it! But constantly, I’m getting finished by these guys wishing to be my diminishing line. The finish line is near me! Clearly! I feel like slitting my wrist like Clery. I already did it, and I’m still living, so, “Dear Me. You ain’t gotta do it again!” So all, fear me! When I take the rites of passage to become the Right Man that’ll slice your ass into half with a pitch fork, it is a sport. And I’ll be God damn if I ain’t finish first! With a verse, I can spit the worse shit. But it is persevered when I get perverse with it. That means I’m keeping it mean. Keeping it clean. It’s not even Tide. I’m just being me.

(hook)
So, when I find out what I’m missing,
I will gladly climb out of this position
And walk to yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
I will gladly walk to yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.

This is yesterday’s news…
















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Sunday, 9 October 2016

Un-Apple'd.

I am no longer the Apple CEO.
Such is a relief.
A lot of mental/physiological pressure.
But, we "got the bad guys on the run."
So I guess alls well that ends well.

Was I missing an apostrophe?

Let me write it again.

All's well that ends well.

Next venture, please...







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Friday, 7 October 2016

Straightjackets.

An Egyptian goddess, with an American warlock.




If I haven't already, I'm going to post the lyrics to Defensive Player of the Year.
Very deep song.
Currently getting radio play on independent radio stations in NYC.
We're gonna make it to Hot and Power, Halo!

Now.
Before I get my prescription for the month (😜), I just want to say this.
I put so much of myself in my music that I feel hollow when I'm not recording.
I would appreciate ...fuck it.
Go on a binge downloading spree of my music.
Starting from From the Desk Of... .

So many rappers want to (and have been) dissing me.
I don't care about my own indiscriminatory actions.
I stayed to myself for YEARS in this business.
You niggas have no ammo on me, other than the fact I'm The All Seeing Eye, got punched by a girl and lost a multi-million dollar deal.
What now?
What do you want from me?

Fuck all of you.

I kills myself for music.
I almost have nothing left.

I tried to record a song to "Ooouuu" this morning.
I'm not in a mature rap game.
My bars are too real, if they don't go over your head.
I've heard this is a young man's game.
I'm almost 30.

But I can't give up.
Fuck the game.
You've made a mockery out of things you praised Jay-Z for.
I came in this game telling THE TRITH about my existence.
Yes, I've slept with many women BEFORE THE DEAL.
No, I wasn't doped up, until AFTER the deal.
Yes, I had issues with family.
No, I don't hate them.
I just want to be independent.
Maybe I do want to be just like my uncle.






Damn.
I just wrote that?




Smh




😜






I have a studio session tonight.
Let's see how tonight goes before I blog some stupid shit to get me re-hospitalized.

I don't want to lose my freedom.
Shoom will not control me.
Hennessy, sour, and a free space to let my thoughts exhale is all I need.

"Ladies, I feel you!
You gotta see the shit!
To be the man in this business, you gotta be a BITCH!"

When I wrote that, I thought only SEGA would understand.
Now, it's clear to me how this world has been run.
Though I run it, I'm not from it.
Please understand.

Men, you're almost extinct.
But you won't be getting off that easy.




Trust me/them/us.






#6z












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To wrap an app.



GarageBand, GarageBand.
My hands on top of thy gland.
My land inside of thy plans.
Why can I not provide jams?

I want to be the master of you.
Reject the newcomers!
Repel the ameteurs!
Love only me!

This is no ordinary love.

Together, we can reign in this galaxy.

#GarageBandilla











So more it be.














I'll be around.









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Thursday, 6 October 2016

Boston Kreme


You're my God.
You're my King.
You're my everything.

And everyone knows.

That being said, 1.








😜







I love you, J Dilla.













So mote it be.
















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Hov and Prince in a glass.

And me with an iPhone.


(me with one/half of ManKind... See us November 10th!!!)


I understand that Turn First/Republic/Universal owns the masters to "Hamilton, Charles".
I love the album, but I'm not as (literally) physically connected to the album.
With my other 300 projects, I put my entire being into the song.
On this album (my debut retail), the focus is more on the lyrics.

For some.

For others, it's an exposΓ© of The Black Market.

When I'm confident that me revealing shit won't/doesn't get me killed, I'll speak more on it.

For now, just know that there is a critical difference in the production.

StarChasers, it's time to have faith.




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Aja's Dance With Nadia (Khan) lyrics


(verse 1)
I feel like I sold out. No doubt. All because me and some different chick go out. If the chick is a 6, there’s no doubt that my dick been in the bitch’s whole mouth. So why I gotta act like I’m new now? I’m sick of acting like I’m Hov, now… but in my old style, that was what I’d do. And I ain’t even rappin’ in the booth, so half of this is true. The other half of it is a lie. I been fitting my dick inside of a “fitted” little bride. She’s fitted because I’ve been inside, many o’ times. I’m still pissed as I rhyme. I wish I could go back to my Strike Drum flow. Lightning flow. Cats don’t write. I know. But I gotta excite the most high when I go higher than most, just to provide you with quotes.

(hook)
Maybe it’s destiny
[I don’t know what it is, all I know is I just wanna flow from the wig]
Maybe it’s destiny
[If you know what it is, then help me out with a healthy shout]
Baby, don’t question me
[Am I blocking me? Are you watching you? Are you watching me?]
Maybe it’s destiny
[That’s all I gotta say]
Maybe it’s destiny
[So let me rock away]

(verse 2)
I’m bigger than Rita. But yet, I made a hit with Rita. I guess the bitch is now a diva. I never got to hit it, either. And if I did hit it, the chick would need a breather. I need her deeper because she’s gotta exist to provide the hit with the shit that it might miss if she did NOT exist. But what if I died? That’s the bottom line that I ride with. But, I can’t talk about SEGA either. And I ain’t tryna play with the people, or lay with a diva. God damn. My whole nonsense is becoming nonsense as I give it. And it’s not nonsense. I just got 9 as a sense. And they can sense something’s up. But, since when does Charles Hamilton give a fuck?

(hook)
Maybe it’s destiny
[I don’t know what it is, all I know is I just wanna flow from the wig]
Maybe it’s destiny
[If you know what it is, then help me out with a healthy shout]
Baby, don’t question me
[Am I blocking me? Are you watching you? Are you watching me?]
Maybe it’s destiny
[That’s all I gotta say]
Maybe it’s destiny

[So let me rock away]

Redemption rears its ugly head.

Trust your instincts.
If you sense danger, avoid the situation.
Don't be adventurous like me.
My belief in (specifically) aliens has seen me around some of the most dangerous people and situations ever.

And I talk about it, through song.

I'm thankful for Boe, Dre, Carlito, Dalvyn and a few others.
Doesn't mean I don't reserve fear around them.

It's not easy being me.
You know all there is to know.

I wanted to be a mysterious villain when I first got signed.
I wanted to be the voodoo priest of hip-hop.
Still do.

I wonder if it's too late...













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Wednesday, 5 October 2016

"Rappers screamin' all in our ears, like we're deaf!"

Shooting videos with Chris Young.


I'm starting to get comfortable with taking pictures.
Fuck Super Mario.
And Luigi, too.

The hits below the belt are uncalled for.
But, if being victimized leads to glory for SEGA, I'm all about it.

Let me finish this bear before Boe and all of Lenox launch another attack.






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Melancholy melodies.

Hip-hop has gotten more sing-songy.
There's Big KRIT, who actually still raps about substinative stuff.
But everything is based in melody.
Just an observation.

I'm still muscling forward (musically). 
Though I have a lot to lose, I'm just venting my perceived plight whenever I want to.

I made a beat with Sha-Leik yesterday.
I guess it came out cool.
He kinda distorted my view, too.
He knows how he did it.
In fact, all of you do.
I just don't like the esoteric game everyone plays.
We all know I'm right about most things, if I'm not the answer to most questions.

Fuck it.
I gave you the rules.
Check Dope2Go (shouts to Halo).

A lot of underground producers want me to rap over their production.
I'm honored, but I feel somewhat used.
And to be frank, most of you went "on to the next one" a while ago, so you're probably seeing me as a stepping stone.

I don't want to help as much as I did before.
No one thanks me and no one gives me credit when they bite.
So now, I'm giving me to myself.
I bite my own lines.
Then again, it's all conversation to me, so... is it really biting?

This chick keeps messaging me on Twitter and sends me verses.
I'm not sure what reaction she wants.
It/she could be a doomer.
Or, she could be Silver.
With all the answers I've given, I wouldn't be surprised if she's someone who learned the game from me.

I'm sick of this game.

Am I the only genuinely nice person in existence?

How dare Rihanna say I needed her!
I have a big mouth, so the whole world knows about how I feel/felt about her, but I wasn't trying to be a sensation because of her.
The thought did cross my mind, though.
I knew the kind of attention I would get.
I didn't expect her to think I wasn't being genuine, however.

Damn you, Drake.
You beat me here.

Once again (to those interested in listening), there will be one more free project this year.
Father Gayle and the Priestly Nuns.

I'll tell you more about it as the time draws near.
Now, if the retail album ("Hamilton, Charles") gets an update, it might push FG back some.

I talked with family about the album.
They're excited to me.
I just want to get back out there again.
I kinda don't, but it will lead to the $ I've been kept away from.
It might be small paper, but at least I can say I've made over six figures, more than once, in this lifetime.






I'll be around.








~follow the buzzards~

Favor and Grace.

I think I know why The Pink Lavalamp was such a success.
But to share why might lose me some key listeners.
Let's just say, I know what you want.
The older I got and the more influences I acquired, the more I started to experiment more.
So I guess I grew after The Pink Lavalamp.

Kinda like the difference between Jefferson Airplane and Jefferson Starship.
Same band, just a new era and more learned techniques.

Thank you, SEGA, for being here through the tough times.
It does seem like you're nowhere to be seen or felt.
But I have faith.
My faith could very well get me killed.
Immortality is not promised to a fallen Christian.
But men figured out how to live forever.
Handsome corpses, as Lupe would call them.

I don't want to be like them.






~follow the buzzards~

From your soul...



You made me think my knowledge set was worthless.
You made me think I needed you.
How could I not speak from your soul?
If you're innocent, give me time to process such.
Because as of now, I don't trust you.

I recall saying I don't like dissing rappers.
I've always had an opinion.
In fact, here's my opinion: none of the hip-hop coming out nowadays is good.
I don't care who's behind it.
No one is taking the original art form any further.
They barely speak English.
But, then you have to keep in mind that there are usually gods and goddesses behind the manufacturing of this music.
So you have to respect it.
Which sucks, because I do everything on my own.

Except for this retail album.
I co-produced.
I feel kinda naked about it, too.
The focus is my bars.
Of which I'm confident in.
I'm just not crazy about not having my producer's touch to it.
But I'm sure it will turn out okay.

There's "a machine" behind it.




Sigh.

I got one more free project for the year, then I sit and wait for the documentary.
I'm not complaining.
Having time to one's self is a rarity nowadays.

Especially with me speaking from your soul.

You know about as much as I do.
Which means I should have my masters.
I'm just not disciplined enough to sit in a classroom.
Funny, because neither are you.
You're waiting for the same thing I'm waiting on.

I will close this blog entry here.
I don't think you know enough to be my heart's guide.
And I'm so empty, I don't have answers for anyone.

May I be the answer to all questions of existence?










~follow the buzzards~

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Mended Friendship

Halo (DJH2) has become my best friend.
We have a musical bond that cannot be stopped, unless one of us violate it.
And that's what I did in 2014.
I won't say what I did, out of respect for those involved.
But I did some wack nigga shit.
He vowed never to work with me again.

Then, I lost my mother and he lost his grandmother.
We got back in touch.
Things are still rocky, but at least we can get down musically.

This is our first project together since 2010's StarChaser Radio.
It's very personal, yet fun.
I hope you all enjoy it.





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https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Byv1mQRM6kGTUnFBNHhMeUNtdDA









Holla at me, H!
















~follow the buzzards~

The deafening silence.



Are you ready for me to return?
Is the anticipation for the album great enough to talk about?

See you soon...






~follow the buzzards~