Saturday, 22 April 2017



Engineers, don't bother.
I got this on lock.

I'm an artist with sound.
I am sound with art.

I am music.


Get used to it.

~follow the buzzards~

Friday, 21 April 2017

Right back. Add it.


Some things are in the works.
I must live for music only.
Making time for those who truly love me.
And remaining true to myself.

Potentially selfish.
But as a Black man, you almost have to be.
As a musician, you are unable to show growth without criticism.
As a Black musician, you are entitled to mastery.

At the expense of your state of mind.

So, there's that.

Shouts to VS Diamond.

~follow the buzzards~

Thursday, 20 April 2017

The hardest song, EVER.

I ... lol I mean this is just insane.
This is a dope record/cover.
Not cover as in artwork, young StarChasers.

You should know what a cover song is.

Do you?

There's a difference between a cover and a sample.


~follow the buzzards~

Opiates on 4/20

Happy 4/20, Earth!
I know I'm not exactly the go-to guy for positivity (as of recent years), but I'm growing.

Much growth.

I don't have a lot to say today (I'm kinda high), but I will say this.

SEGA is forever.
I miss you, J Dilla.
I love you, George Massa.
Get well, Jack Splash.
May the funk be with you, Daft Punk.
Love to all those not mentioned.

It seems like I get a reprise from DOOM on holidays.
Today is more of a high-liday.
But yeah.
More music coming soon.
And again, you could be on the verge of receiving my last free album.
I'll still record, but I ... feel weird about the current state of music.
And my role in it.

I think we're clear on who I am in this shit.
For those who aren't, don't worry.
You don't have to know.
Just don't harass me when you find out.

More than likely you won't.

I want to enhance my vocabulary.
Or, I'll just read what I want to read.
And share the knowledge of what I learned through music.
And that's what it is!

I'm out!

~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Dear Sasheer (and Beyonce)

This song is dedicated to all rape victims.
There is no blaming yourself.
And there is no revenge.
There is a deep wound within you, but you can heal.
Don't search for love.
You'll end up spending money.
Don't search for closure.
It'll attract the wrong people.

On November 30th, 2009, I went to visit Sha-leik at his house.
I was just with Simone Porter earlier that day.
I showered, got fresh, and went to go see Sha to get high.

My uncle Jeff wasn't allowing me to smoke.

I get there, we smoke, start chopping samples, and he subconsciously tells me he's J Dilla.
I doubted him.
So I 6-shot him.
George and THE REAL J DILLA understand.
Then, I up'd him.
George and THE REAL J DILLA (and maybe Jack Splash) understand.

A few minutes later, he says "If you sleep here, I swear I'm gonna rape you."
It triggered me.
I felt fear for the first time in a long time.
It's bad enough I'm almost certain Drake raped me.
But this was a friend of mine.
He would know how deep of a gash that would leave.
So I brushed it off.

I verbally asked him if he was seriuos, and he didn't say a word.
So I ~telepathically~ dared him to do it.
I laid down on the floor with my laptop open, and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, after visions of ALL OF 8th AVENUE (Harlem) gang raping and belittling me.
I woke up before Sha did.
I took a shit.
Nothing seemed out of place.
When I left, his sister (who locked the door as I exited) screamed "ALL DAY!"

There's a chance Lionell Sha-leik Martin MIGHT be J Dilla.
Or a victim of Beats By Dr. Dre.

So I bring this blog entry to the top and say...

Dear Sasheer (Zamata),
You are the face of a Black poindexter's dream. I have visions of us being together in this lifetime, just as younger souls. I want to love you. I lust after you. I want you to walk all over me. And I want you to believe in SEGA. You have a crush.

Charles Hamilton

~follow the buzzards~

Is it over?


It seems like the world ended when Brock Lesnar defeated The Undertaker.
The Undertaker is truly the grim reaper.
Brock Lesnar, though he could probably whip my ass, is a raging homosexual.
Once you perform a homosexual act, you are "disqualified" from life.
Your actions are no longer your own.
So, Brock got assistance from The Gods and Women.

He cheated death, by being an abomination to life.

I tried to cheat death homosexually.
It basically dragged me back to life and made me more susceptible to pain.
As I've said before several times on this blog, I still speak to the gay men I've dealt with.
I mean, shit, it's just been 2 guys.
Maybe a few trannies (lol).
But ...each encounter was with a 6.

I love 6.



Let me know if you want the lyrics to "Under".
A lot of multiple entendres.
And love/lust towards the 6z, the gods and goddesses, and of course, women.

I'll be back later.

~follow the buzzards~

Empty nest syndrom...

I think Nicki won.
Remy is nice, though.
I didn't post this because of the beef.

I'm defending Nicki's mic skills.
She had the best verse on the song.
She might even be the best rapper on YMCMB.

Sorry, Jae Millz.

Now I can NEVER go on 140th and Lenox.

~follow the buzzards~

Now I can go to sleep...

I am a part of something.
I am the heart of something.

With a lowercase i.


~follow the buzzards~ 

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Your secret's safe with me... least I can now CONFIRM that Rapper X (inside) is a REAL NIGGA.

And now life can continue.

Don't fuck with the Moorer family.


~follow the buzzards~

As the idols fall...

Michael Jackson was a conspiracy.
I'm sure he was a great guy, but he was "desinged" to make people love him more than Ancient Egypt.

Don't ask me how I know.

Many of these "idols" and "one-hit wonders" are set and sent as distractions against our ancestors.
I may be young, but my blood runs deep.

I found a record today.

I'm gonna spend a lot of time on it.

When I flip it, you MAY hear it.
If you haven't been deterred from my way to begin with.
You probably have.
So my gratitude to those still reading and listening is beyond measure.

I'm in a beautiful studio with records and drums.
Music is being made.

I'll be around.

~follow the buzzards~

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Self-pap smears

When it comes down to it, Mary J Blige has been a staple in modern Black music.
It's not easy to sample her, but that's a part of the genius of her music.
Anyone can connect, but it takes an infinite spirit to use this music as motivation to create.
For some, including myself, creating is survival.

I'd be selfish to believe I'm the only creator.

Though I am unique.

Happy Easter!

~follow the buzzards~

Charles Hamilton x Marty Baller

I personally love this song.
Marty got off, but of course, this is my beat.
I had to do my thing.
My ting-ting.

Are you ready for this Summer?
Hey @SEGA.
Are you ready for this Summer?

Hey, Silver.
Do I capitalize the S in summer?

Many mysteries.
More music.

May I reap the rewards of the righteous.
And be frugal in my conquests.

~follow the buzzards~

Friday, 14 April 2017

A new rarity...

A joint I featured on with my dude Pharaoh Ivan from Cali.
Produced by Hassan.
I've tweeted about Pharaoh before.
He's like a Cali Jay.
Might even be Hov himself.

It's worth the listen.

This journey of mine has been... special.
Not a lot of words can describe what I've been through.
And who I've met.
All I can say is, weed serves its purpose.

I'll be around.

~follow the buzzards~

Thursday, 13 April 2017

as doubt sets in...

I haven't been doubting (on a grand scale) lately.
But I doubt Charlie Murphy is dead.
I have a conspiracy about these "dying" celebrities.
It will be revealed soon.
But yeah.

To the memory of Charlie Murphy.

Be blessed, all.

~follow the buzzards~

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

What's on your mind?

Click on the above picture for the conversation piece.

A mutual friend of Sciryl and I posted a subliminal comment on Facebook.
Instead of making a FB thing, I posted this and I await a reply.
It could be very simple.
I could be tripping my ass off.
But... my intuition is never wrong.
And it's always "flight" when I'm with them.

Never a fight.

So there's that.

~follow the buzzards~

New York Bookworms...

(from The New York Post)

"Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s much-heralded new program for free tuition at state colleges comes with a huge catch: You have to sign years of your life away to get it.

Under a provision that was added to the tuition bill at the last moment, students who get a free ride at CUNY and SUNY schools must live and work in New York state for up to four years after graduation, or be forced to pay the money back.

The amendment — which was not part of Cuomo’s original offer of free college for middle-class students — was added at the insistence of Republicans in the state Senate.

The GOP members worried that taxpayer-educated students would take their valuable knowledge and flee to other parts of the US, particularly from remote upstate communities.

“New York spends $1 billion on college financial assistance. There is a brain-drain problem,” said Senate GOP spokesman Scott Reif.

“We have to get away from educating people and then having them move away. We want to create a climate for business and new jobs.”

Cuomo agreed with the change.

“Why should New Yorkers pay for your college education and then you pick up and you move to California?” Cuomo said during a call with state editorial writers.

“The concept of investing in you and your education is that you’re going to stay here and be an asset to the state. If you don’t want to stay here, then go to California now, let them pay for your college education.”

But one professor of higher education slammed the proposal as “economically and educationally foolish.”

“As someone who has worked on almost every free college bill, I promise@NYGovCuomo won’t be remembered well if he keeps this provision,” Temple University Professor Sara Goldrick-Rab tweeted.

Cuomo’s Excelsior Scholarship provides free in-state tuition for students from families with adjusted gross incomes of $125,000 or less. It is the first program of its kind in the country to fully subsidize tuition at both four-year and community colleges.

Students must maintain a minimum grade-point average to qualify.

Cuomo is expected to tout the program at a bill-signing ceremony Wednesday at La Guardia Community College in Queens.

Lawmakers also approved a new tuition assistance program for students at private colleges that offers up to $3,000 in tuition grants. That assistance, too, comes with a requirement that a student remain in New York after graduation.

Students who receive free tuition and then leave the state for an advanced degree won’t have to pay the money back, assuming they return to New York once they complete their graduate studies. State officials also plan to make accommodations for graduates who leave the state for military service."
This could be good.
This could also be inspiring.
I could end up back in school.
Then I could end up staying in NYC.
All I have to do is do good in school.
Or, I could go to a music school and get a degree in teaching.

Let's see how this turns out.
I'm not cut out for school (I teach myself), but with time speeding by (Hi, Sonic!!!), there's gotta be something I can do.

~follow the buzzards~

Spring in Hell

The Summer is almost here.
Kendrick dropped a frontrunner for Song of the Summer.
Drake has a #1 album (again).
Joey Badass is buzzing with Statik.

I'm still worried about what other people are doing.

Considering how I'm only dropping one more free project, I gotta do it big.
However, doing it "big" requires money.
So, I'm gonna do it bit.
In only 8-bits.

Lately (as in since a few years ago), I've been knee deep in 8-bit culture.
There's no 8-bit hip-hop I noticed.
So I went in and found a new possibility.

All the songs I've been dropping this year have been in 8-bits.
"Valentine's Day" is the greatest example.
You can still check it out on my SoundCloud.

Anyway, let's explore the number 8.

(from... a website)

"The number 8 is perhaps the most misunderstood of all single-digit numbers, as novices and professionals alike always seem to hammer on the "money and power" image of the 8. More often than not, when a client requests a name change consultation, it means he or she wants to add 8s to his or her chart in the mistaken belief that it will bring money and power.

It is true that the number 8, more than any other number, puts the emphasis in the areas of career, business, finances and authority. However, as with many other single-digit numbers, the shape of the number reflects its most important attribute, and in the case of the number 8, that is, first and foremost, balance. The 8 is the great Karmic equalizer, a force that just as easily creates as it destroys. When the 8 comes knocking, you can be assured that you will reap what you've sown.

The 8 balances the material and immaterial worlds. At its best, it is as spiritual as it is materialistic. The spiritual side of the 8 is practical, realistic and intelligent. It knows the difference between make-believe and genuine spiritual realizations. On the material plane, it is focused on results, often in the form of money, yet does not care much about money for the sake of money. It is not greedy, it sees money as a tool, not an end-result. It is generous and willing to take risks. People with strong 8s in their charts often make and lose fortunes a couple of times during their life. They never consider bankruptcy a reason to slow down or feel sorry, but, rather, come out stronger and more success-oriented than before.

Some of the more recognizable traits of the 8 are drive, ambition, authority, efficiency, organization, management, discipline and control. The 8 is goal-oriented, focused, has good judgment, can discriminate and is practical, a realist. Its closest relative is the 1 as both numbers are powerful, have strong leadership skills, are unquestionably masculine and will not shy away from a confrontation. However, where the 1 lacks diplomatic skills and an understanding of human nature -- more typically the traits of the 2 -- the 8 has those abilities as well, which is perhaps the most important reason the 8 tends to do well in business and in authority roles (the military and law enforcement draw a lot of 8s).

When the 8 appears in your personality profile chart, it indicates the presence of the character traits mentioned earlier, as well as the potential to be very successful and prosperous -- hence the reason so many people like to manipulate their charts to add one or more 8s. However, the energy of the 8 needs to be supported by other numbers in order to flourish, such as the 4 to help you keep an eye on the all-important details, and the 9 to keep you in touch with your humanity. So be careful what you ask for. If you decide to change your name to add one or more 8s to your chart, and the rest of your chart does not support this strong force, you may come to inherit more of its negative powers like frustration, dissatisfaction, anger, aggression, greed, intolerance, hate and insomnia. A higher-than-average percentage of 8s find their way into the top echelons of society, but you will also find a disproportionate number of 8s among the homeless.

If the 8 appears in your cycles, especially your Essence cycle, there is an increase in energy and focus, a sense of "can do," and enhanced self-confidence. The shape of the 8 shows balance, but it also shows confidence, as it looks you right in the eye. A positive 8 is honest to a fault, generous and forgiving. They are physically imposing and often athletic, especially good in sports requiring strength and endurance. They are not particularly romantic, as they prefer a practical and straight-forward approach, but they are loving and more than carry their weight.

As with all single-digit numbers, the 8 has a positive and a negative side. However, one of the mysteries of Numerology is that there is a small number of people who, from an early age on and for no discernible reason, seem to turn the exact opposite direction of what their charts indicate. The key word here is "seem." This phenomena is found with all numbers, but appears to affect 8s more than others. There are quite a few people whose charts are dominated with 8s who become priests, missionaries, humanitarians and so forth, but those sacrificing and loving souls do still tend to be good at fundraising, money management and authority."
Could SEGA be the mistaken element of wealth?
I mean, once you see SEGA, your life has been enriched.
But SEGA was most successful with 16 bits.
A multiple of 8.
Which is a multiple of 4.
Which is a multiple of 2.

Which is a prime number.

It takes 2 to be in love.

And love is an 8.

"Baby, we are the life of this shit!"
-Dr. Dre, "Under Pressure"

I'll be back on later.

~follow the buzzards~

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Peter Moore meets Steve Jobs

I did some routine maintenance for Apple today.
Just updating some metadata and giving Trudi the lowdown on life since Dilla and Beyonce left me.
SEGA, I really need to get a hold of my ... self.
Creation is Magic.
If I am the Creator (with the name Creator Hallucination), then all must acknowledge the power of magic.
But if I am one of four, then may Jack, James and George get the love they deserve.

I pray for them.
I prayed for them.
I prayed for them, as early as today.
I saw God, and even God wants to see us reunite.

But there are some things we have to be clear on.

I bow to you three.
I only started hanging out with others because I didn't see you around (me).
To make matters worse, the friends I had before I was reintroduced to you guys are far below quality.
If they're even friends at all.

Maybe they mean well.
And that's the reason why I continue to hang with them.
Not you, Chris Young.
You're cool.
As much as I love him, I'm still unsure about Sciryl.
Same with Halo.
And Sha-leik is creepy to me.

So I'll be alone, waiting for my SEGA folk.

If that's what I should do.

Until then, I'm thinking about more music.
I can and will record, but will I drop anything?

Only time will reveal.

~follow the buzzards~

Saturday, 8 April 2017

I'm asking, newcomers and guests to the house of hip-hop...

Be aware of the culture.
Respect the forefathers.
They worked extremely hard for us to have the luxury we have now, creatively and administratively.

Sadat X!


And Diamond D, you're next on my hitlist!
Love, by the way.

Cut the faggot shit out, hip-hop!

God be my guide.
Satan be a bad bitch.

I am presidentially in need of a bj, and I think it's best I holla at an intern.

~follow the buzzards~

Not sure if I've already posted this.

God, thank you for Chris Young.
Granted God could be an OD George Massa record...

I pray for Young's continued strength as he travels through music.

~follow the buzzards~

Modern-day slaughter

Do some homework.
Represent this culture.
Boldness (for lack of better words).
An appreciation for poetry/the English language.

I'm comin'!!!

~follow the buzzards~

Friday, 7 April 2017

"Bring ether to my targets..."

"...KKK when I burn they crosses; the ones that hang around their neck..."

This video is absolutely too emo.
I love it.
Shouts to 9th Wonder.
Playa 2, if you will.

However, there is the budding rookie Chimp1!
This is nasty!!!

I finally ate.
Should I regret it, J Dilla?

~follow the buzzards~

This is actually a love song.

Dedicated to the one girl I love more than wealth.
It's a selfish song.
Those of us who aren't virgins can relate to the sights of the video.

I didn't think yuppies and hood/ghetto folk would listen to my music.
I thought I was destined for the ears of the dweeb.
Of which I am, so fellow dweebs feel not the shade.

I love this song.
Great video too.
Thank you, HamilVision.

I'm out.

For now.

~follow the buzzards~

Napoleon Jobs

My music requires a computer.
If my music is outdated because Trap sounds better on mobile phone speakers, so be it.
But the overall experience of my music is heightened on a computer.
Specifically a MacBook Pro.
Harlem gets money, but we ain't rich.
So to my Harlem brethren and sistren, I pray you're able to hear my music.

But The Revolution Is Digitized.

Don't allow the rich higher-ups to deceive you into believing you don't need a computer.
A computer is The American Dream.
I'll be happy with just my laptop.

My mic, of course.
But just my laptop.


I hope you're ready for The Socratic Doomer.

Nah, you're not.
No one is.

Not even the few who've heard it.

Of whom may never listen to anything else again.

~follow the buzzards~

The sin of Psalm 51

God provided a way out of sin I. The Old Testament.
Psalm 51.
The Psalm of forgiveness.
Basically, that's what "A Stolen Thank You" is.
I'm repenting for my sins in an attempt to get back the only woman I love.

However, she's taken.

Or is she?


Let me clear the air.
When I get scared or intimidated, I tell Illuminati secrets to those who scare or intimidate me.
Whatever they do with these secrets is on them.
I just don't want to be a victim of any form of abuse anymore.
So basically, The Illuminati had mad outsiders knowing how they work.

And it's my fault.

If no one can repeat these secrets, or if I'm sadly mistaken, then cool.
I'm just repenting my sins against the secret society which continues to allow me to reign.

Who cares if it's believable?

I do, but I hardly believe in my bottom line anymore.

I love SEGA.
I just need them to have more faith in me.
I might not sell records like Drake, be as humble as Kendrick or be light skinned like J. Cole, but I hold my own and I hold it down.

My new music, as good as it is, is the most vulnerable I've ever been.
You might look at me different for the new stuff.
But I'm proud of it.
If I die with these projects recorded, I'd be confident in my content.

I'm hungry, showered and headed to the studio.
I might be back later.

~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Dr. 9th.

Thank you for the inspiration, 9th.
I'm gonna try to keep it cool.
I love you, dude.
Thanks for keeping hip-hop pure.

~follow the buzzards~

Mama, worry

Im a few days late with my medication.
I feel a difference.
The war between SEGA and Nintendo is more than my sober eye can take.
However, this is the same excuse I used for using hard drugs.
I don't want to be trapped by drugs.
And my mom isn't here, so I can't just hide at her place and sober up.
If I relapse now, my sensitive grandmother and hard-ass uncle ARE GOING TO SEE IT.

I don't want to break their heart.

If I'm right about heroin (being in everything), I may be the most celebrated legal junkie ever.
If I'm wrong, it wouldn't matter because I'm fighting the medication.

I don't want to die.

I mean, I want to die, but only because there's a chance I'll be missed.
I'm tired of going through my phone to find random people (male or female) to talk to.
I want to be wanted.
I want to be loved.
I NEED to be loved.

I did nothing wrong to you, humans...

Why did you betray me?

A question, unanswered, yet discussed on

The Socratic Doomer

New York, pardon my fear.
I can't control it.
I'm the *it* I can't control.
I'm hungry, too.
I just wanna make music with a plate of chili nachos in the recording hub.

And smoke a blunt.

Weed heads, DOOM is real.
Be careful who you smoke with.
Who you trust when you're high.
It's so real, you can taste the metal.

Taste it.

It's either DOOM or Silver.

And Silver is SEGA.

Right, bitch?RIGHT, BITCH?!

I need my meds.

Soon come, bredren!


~follow the buzzards~

The Convening of the Gods



That's just how it's going down.
I wore him DOWN, though!!!!

Holla at me, GioGio!

~follow the buzzards~

A Spar Amongst Enlightened Ones


Don't ask me who had the better verse.

Pharoah, who I've been telling StarChasers about for 2 years now, did a track with me over a Hassan Khaffaf beat.
We BOTH went in.
And in light of recent events, this track is a classic.

Would you really choose Jay-Z over Jesus?

Who is Jesus?

~follow the buzzards~

Lyrics coming soon.

There is another 3rd Eye Magic.
There is another Please Listen To My Memo.

Then, there's
The Socratic Doomer

July 17th, 2017

Ask as many questions as you can, now.
You have a little over 3 months.

And very few Hamilton songs to keep you going until 71717.

~follow the buzzards~


My heart belongs to SEGA, so it is never broken.
But it is ruptured upon their departure.
But what if they never left?

Over the course of the next year, I will be recording some very intimate (yet hard) music.
I have love in my life.
I have music in my life.
I have friends.
I have my beliefs.
But I don't have what I need to survive.

If I'm going to live passed the age of 30, I'm gonna need to be able to provide for myself.
So this next batch of songs is for life post-November 10th, 2017.

My 30th birthday.

I hope I can find a way to provide for myself.

My own prophecy is slowly coming to fruition.
It scares me.
But I'm right.

No one will benefit with me still being alive.

Except you, Jack Splash.


~follow the buzzards~

Saturday, 1 April 2017

What I'm talking about... all the time.

(from Wikipedia)

Anthropomorphism is the attribution of human traits, emotions, and intentions to non-human entities and is considered to be an innate tendency of human psychology.

Personification is the related attribution of human form and characteristics to abstract concepts such as nations, emotions and natural forces like seasons and the weather.

Both have ancient roots as storytelling and artistic devices, and most cultures have traditional fables with anthropomorphized animals as characters. People have also routinely attributed human emotions and behavioural traits to wild as well as domestic animals.

This includes reptilians.

*drops mic*

I'm not crazy, but I don't mind not talking about it anymore.
It's doubted, hated on, and disrespected.
And those of whom I represent aren't helping me.

Nah, fuck that.
I'ma keep going.

It's just that...
Lisa believes in God.

~follow the buzzards~


I don't partake in conversation(s) about the current landscape of music.
I just break down what you're receiving.
Southern acts dominate the mainstream with the Trap sound, and it's become a standard.
Boom nap is considered an old man's sport.
I don't speak on who I think is hot.
I dont speak on much, really.


Celebrities forget that their opinion becomes public record.
And they go very far with it.
Opinions win you Grammys, however.
I won't speak on the Grammy selection process, because all you have to do is watch the end credits for the Grammys.

All I do is offer who I am.

Lately (technically in the last 7 years), I've been asking who I am.
I was cock sure that I was Sonic.
Then I met and fell in love with Christina.
Then I lost my identity.
Perhaps she didn't/doesn't know who or what she is.
Regardless, we SHARED Sonic.
I was uncomfortable, but I was in love.

I have no business being in a relationship.
A common phrase.
Very true to me, nevertheless.

It doesn't look like Uncle Jeff is picking me up today.
Upsetting, but expected.
I won't diss him on my blog anymore, but he's a helluva target musically.
So he should expect to cringe in the near future.

So much more to say, but with The World ambiguously watching and listening, I once again seal my lips.
It's like this, though.
I'm giving you the raw emotions of a Black male rape victim who only believes in Sonic and SEGA.
My mission is to inspire.
My goal was a Grammy.

I hope God understands my mic presence now.

I'm gone.

~follow the buzzards~

Free Trading (a beat)

I'm waiting to get hit first.
All these threats are subconscious.
So instead of jumping out, swinging and being wrong, I'm staying still, protecting my face and... being right.
And there's ...well, everyone is swinging at me.
Or, it could be my paranoia.
I could blame the weed.
I could (and should) blame the past.
But no.
This is an issue much bigger than me.

And no one can see these things except me.
I'm either chosen, gifted, or bat shit crazy.

Many smirked at the bat shit crazy part.
To those smirking, are you sure I'm wrong?
What makes me crazy?

Told you.

The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017

Final free release.
Anything after this is an unsolicited leak.

~follow the buzzards~

The piece pick up

So today I'm reuniting with Jeff.
No homo.
Bittersweet, because I've been badmouthing him both on my blog and in my music.
I have a reason.
Some may call it selfish.
Most may call it stupid.
I call it "picking up the pieces".

I though he was a lot more lenient than he was when he lived with me.
It was just me, him and Woody.
He convinced me to make Woody leave, so after a while it was just me and him.

He has a way of convincing you to do things you don't want to do.
I want that ability.
I'm more passive-aggressive.
Which pisses off Black people.

At least the Black people I know.
Black folks are more assertive.

If I'm right about Jay being Madonna and Jeff being Jay, then today should be light.
I'm not gonna ask nothing.
I'm gonna be quiet and take notes.
However, I'm gonna be more aware than ever.
I could really lose myself to this guy.
His ability to persuade is ridiculous.

Pray for me, y'all.
I should know better.
But, this isn't about me.


~follow the buzzards~

Friday, 31 March 2017

To the hip-hop heads in their golden years...

This song touches my soul, no matter when I hear it.
I wasn't and wouldn't be hard enough to live as an MC in this era.
I'm just real.
Pete Rock, love.
CL Smooth, thank you.

Young'ns, write down these bars.
And producer young'ns, catch the beat and vibe.

And stop trapping each other.

This is how we got enslaved in Africa to begin with.

I'm out.
For now.

~follow the buzzards~

To the new old heads...

P's for the people who can't understand how one homeboy became a man.

Biggie existed.
2Pac spat.
Big L shot.

Do your homework before you get to class.
And if this is your first day of school, no cutting.


~follow the buzzards~

Words from Chuck

Stop calling me Chuck.
Ice-T is Chuck.
The darker, evil-er fraction of I.

I hope Charlie exists.

This shit is crazy.
Ice-T is an OG.
Original Gangsta.

I'm an Original Goth.

So much to say today.

I'll be around.

~follow the buzzards~

Bookmark this post.

Mary and John Nintendo.
This post is valuable.
This interview is more.

I wish you well, Mary.

Johnny Flex, I'll catch you eventually...

~follow the buzzards~

The official of self-prostitiution.

Or is it the awakening of intuition?

I can't fight.
But I can fight.

I can fight!

I'm from Harlem!
OF COURSE I can fight!

Add that Ohio and Wrap.


I have a lot to lose.
A bit too much.

A bit.
Too much.
Too much in a bit.

I can still create!
This is awesome!!!

The following has been a test of The Creator.
Creator Hallucination.

~follow the buzzards~

Fresh inspiration.

I miss you, Baddie!
I hope you read this.
Sorry I doubt your love.
I won't cheat unless you have my baby.

And now, our inside jokes commence.

~follow the buzzards~

This is how you black.

King Los!!!
This was a great session.
We HAVE to do a song.

Shouts to Hi-Tek with the instrumentals.

I'll be around.

~follow the buzzards~

"Turning your love away..."


Day by day, I find myself losing all that makes me valuable.
And it makes me more dangerous in music.
Music is all I love and care about.

Then SEGA (family; maybe).

Then me.

The recording process begins in a few weeks.

"Y'all mufuckas know what time it is..."
-DJ Skee 

~follow the buzzards~

Thursday, 30 March 2017

An audience of one.

An audience of one.
An audience of one, on one.
Someone love you, one after one.
No one can love what is undone.
London rose and poked a while in my business of holiness.
Loaded, loaded and loathing.
No one I can trust.
Trust no one.
Play Atari.

SEGA rules.

I have a God.

Then there God.

I'm guilty of believing I am a god.

I have a God.

So mote it be.

+I acknowledge the power of magick.+

~follow the buzzards~

Legend sauce.

To create.
Everyone wants to create.
And in a mortal, non-metaphysical way, everyone can create.
But there is one Creator.

I'm always going back and forth as to whether or not I'm the Creator.
So to keep me from losing my own integrity to myself, I create music.
Record music, rather.
I love making non-sampled music, but to sample is a skill I was able to transmit (for lack of better words) into everyday living.

It just doesn't make me any money.

The music in the Sonic games for Genesis is sample-based.
But Masato Nakamura BLACKED.
He is a legend.
Watch the video.

Just Blaze is a legend.
He made some comments about me a few years back I didn't appreciate, but take nothing away from his skill.


Does the amount of money you made/make, make you a legend?
If so, my time has since come and gone.
But with the money I've made, I bought the tools necessary to make legendary music.
And that's what I've been doing.

And with this new project I'm working on, I'm sure the prospective creators would agree that I hold dominion over music.
With my own genre.

I just need to get paid.
Inspiration doesn't come with a price tag, however.

My mother was a legendary journalist.
And it's starting to set in that my mother actually loved me.
I miss my mother.

I kinda have to go now.
I'm missing my mom and my girl is nowhere to be found.
So, it's back to music.

The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017

Hey Uncle G and Dad.
I'm taking over the month of July.

I'll give it back.

~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

I love you, Dr. Dre

I think you've overdone it with this one.
This song is amazing.
I need a blunt.
I'm ready to get back to what I do.

But Dre, so many people are on me to make money.

All I want to do is make music and give it to the universe/galaxy.

Help me, Lord.

~follow the buzzards~

In my bag. Pause.

There are so many videos of me on YouTube that I simply haven't watched.
I kinda killed that Motif (Yamaha keyboard)!
lol I think I want to perform live again.
I might have some opportunities coming up.
But no short money.
I've been overseas with credible acts, I headlined a festival with Rita Ora, toured with Lupe Fiasco...
My stage worth is unbelievable.
I can't do 3-digit performances.

I had an offer to go to Germany for $2500.
They have to make it $3000 for me to go.
I'll fuck around and blow the whole $2500 in Germany on records.

I'm not a penny pincher, but I'm not cheap.
And my worth is more than I can articulate.
So there.
Understand that as long as the music is free, I can't make an honest living.
I just can't go back to jail.
And I need my own place.
I'm planning for a family.
And free music, though it can raise a child, won't feed it.

So yes.
I'm embarking on a new attitude about music and life.

On that note, I'll be back on here later.

~follow the buzzards~

I didn't know anyone filmed this!

It was hot, the crowd was dead, and I needed a blunt.
The verse was DECENT, but I'd have to hear it again to really get into it.

So, I'm watching again!


And I'm slowly mastering Jay's couplet style.
I'm on my way!!!

The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017

Then, YOU decide who to pay attention to.

~follow the buzzards~

sleep well.

I swear I deserve a Top 5 spot.

Charles Hamilton

The end.

That's THE Top 5 of all time.
No need to argue.

~follow the buzzards~

A pleasant segue from J Dilla to God...

I've sampled Dilla before.
But I REFUSE to sample ANY J Dilla song on the Maschine.
Call it a superstition.
If you're gonna touch a Dilla joint, do it on the MPC.

Or be Charles Hamilton.

Or ?uestlove.

Regardless, I find it to be a cardinal sin of music to sample J Dilla.
Take it from the guy who sampled Donuts on his first Dilla tribute.
Then again, I had a paranormal experience with the man...

Fuck it.

That kind of talk got me here to begin with.

Moving on.

I love this song.
LionBabe (daughter & monster) are slowly becoming a group I look forward to hearing more from.
I kinda went on a slight Em binge earlier this evening.
After an A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie and Kodak Black binge.

I'm gonna keep up with you little whippersnappers after all!


Be back later.

~follow the buzzards~

God is God.

So on my earlier blog (, I had a theory saying that J Dilla was God.
Since then, I have been through 10 years of pain.
Overall hatred.

I just want to let y'all know that GOD is God, and is a good God.

Also, She's Dr. Dre.

But if God (literally) being Dr. Dre is too much for you, serve God.

God, I'm sorry I abandoned you for J Dilla.
I just love him so much, and I hope he's doing well in Heaven.
Forgive me for my transgressions and my actions to deny you.
I truly love you, and I need you more than ever.

On that note,
The Socratic Doomer

This Summer

~follow the buzzards~

We have a 2018 in progress...

So depending on the reaction to The Socratic Doomer, there's a chance I won't be dropping any more free music.
However, due to contractual obligations, there might not be a way to make money from music until 2020.
Which swallows.
Me and Iggy are fighting the same fight.
Nothing is stopping me from releasing free music except the fact I need to pay bills.
But if I can make some money between now and next year, I have the ideal project to drop.

And I'm being humble.

This is not going to be one of those you just listen to one time and forget about.
This is epic.
In fact, it may do what it's supposed to do.

Make you only want me.

I love you, SEGA.

But I'm going for mine.

I will be King of the Galaxy.

Says the villain, of course.

As the time draws closer, I'll announce the name of the project.
I know some of you are waiting for Dateline (which is set around the same time as The Pink Lavalamp).
Others are waiting for an all-written project.
Specifically, Pen Attention.

I want to leave The Pink Lavalamp era alone.
It's got it's moments, but I hardly even speak to the people that were around during that time.
We've all gone on to do our own thing.
Now, I want to represent what I love, bring pride to my family and prove I am the greatest musician to ever exist.

The Socratic Doomer should put me over the top.
But what I'm working on now will end all doubt.

~follow the buzzards~

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Back From The Brink

Took a few days off.
Went to therapy.
Talked to some good people.
Smoked a few blunts.
Made some killer music.

I think it's time I drop this bomb on y'all.

Though my music reflects me, my microphone persona is different (at times) than how I am in real life.
I am quiet, paranoid and articulate.
People think I'm arrogant because I'm conceited about my looks.
Well, I'm from New York, where every chick is either bad or will fuck the shit out of you.
I don't have a lot of luck with NY women, because we are so much alike.
So I try to flirt with girls (via social media) from out of state.

Sorry, Lisa.

I try to be myself though.
Too bad there's no read through as far as how to be Sonic.

If I'm even Sonic.

I wish George Massa would smoke bud to my music.
He doesn't know what he's missing.

Whatever though.

I want to be the best me I can be.
Which may require time away from everyone.
However, that would make me more withdrawn.
So I guess I have to figure out how to connect with people on my own.

I am a Solitary Witch.
Feel the magick.

I think Sha-leik redeemed himself with me.
The jury is still out on Jeff, but he might be innocent too.
Then there's Drake.

I promised myself I wouldn't talk about him on this blog anymore.
From what I've heard of his new album, he got back to rapping.
That's good.
I heard no shots at me,  so that's better.
He did sample Sonic, however.
Then again, that's probably a conversation to have with his producer.


~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Liars get seizures.

Here is another break from Charles Hamilton.
This one entitled...

Liars get seizures.

The Socratic Doomer

July 17th, 2017

~follow the buzzards~

Saturday, 18 March 2017

A Stolen Thank You official lyrics

I'm sorry, Simone.

(verse 1)
Rape victim. Bothered by the 8 living within. "Stay spittin'..." The greatest if I listen to my within. At my wit's end with getting raped. No pen and paper. Just inspiration from within. Y'all niggas must be as hungry as me, wanting money to be. So I saw you in front of me, while I was running from he. And I believe(d) that the L-O-V-E would be the reason why that "-fella" won't see me. You make it seem easy. "Maybelline" breezy. So scarred, but she right there. No problem.

And if you leave me
I will go insane.

So, I can't leave you
Go insane.

C'mon, Simone.
Come on home.

Pressure on my back from the youth, who have an attitude with the fact I'm clever when I rap. Forever they could get japped. But since I'm coming off the cap with no feather on it, forever I'll say I'm the reason why I vomit. You could NEVER feel my pain. So you could steal, but you won't be stealing rain (Reign). So, feel ashamed. My shit is TOO REAL for the acclaim. I simply need to exclaim. !. Believe it or not, I can make me the reason why they hate me. Which is violating. Like a species of guy who hates me, 'cause I ain't been "waiting for" he.

And if you leave me
I will go insane.

So, I can't leave you
Go insane.

C'mon, Simone.
Come on home.

Take a long trip. A long walk. It's been a long trip. We all talk. Simone, it was phone talk. The greatest phone sex. Oh, wait. I may be mistaken. The lady I'm laying with has a different name. And shit. Accident! I'm waiting for the chick. But damn. It's not an accident when laying in a different Simone. I wish I can dip in your home when your man not around, and then dip in your zone. And then end up being "some tampon you found".I'm standing my ground. It's HamiltonxSound. I love Sonic and Simone.

Sonic and Simone.

Sonic and Simone.

Planet, get down!


The L Word: Simone

It may/might drop.

It might already be out.

~follow the buzzards~

To give without expecting...

Someone asked me today how many mixtapes/projects I've dropped.
When I told them the number, they were shocked.
I have put in a lot of work over the last 10 years.
The recognition is private.

But what I've learned is, you have to love your craft in order to keep going.
I love music.
More than anything.
It's just... I always thought it was easy for me to do.
I wanted a challenge.
Hence why I went to college.
However, I was quietly perusing music when I decided to go.
Plus mom (RIP) was pressing for me to go to school.

Or was she?

~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Very hard to post the lyrics to this song.

I love you mom.
I'm sorry I was so wack to you.

Rest In Peace, Talise.

~follow the buzzards!~

The Republican Democrat


"Charles Hamilton was born in Britain in 1767 and at the age of nine began his naval career on board the Hector. From 1777 to 1779 he completed a term at the Royal Naval Academy in Portsmouth, and then returned to the Hector. He was promoted to lieutenant in 1781, commander in 1789, and post-rank in 1790. Hamilton commanded a number of vessels: the Dido, the San Fiorenzo, the Romney, the Melpomene, the Illustrious, the Sea Fencibles, the Téméraire, and the Tonnant. On his father's death in 1784, Hamilton inherited a baronetcy. He continued in active naval service while a Member of Parliament for 12 years, beginning in 1801. In 1818, now a vice-admiral, Hamilton became the second resident governor of Newfoundland and Labrador, and the first to bring his wife, Lady Henrietta Hamilton, an accomplished amateur artist.

St. John's had been devastated by fire just prior to Hamilton's arrival. He oversaw the reconstruction, and introduced a building code and widened the streets. The new regulations were difficult to enforce and two more fires broke out during his time as governor. Hamilton had funds approved for a new gubernatorial residence - to be built by his successor - and was responsible for the construction of a court house and a jail. He also supported the building of a theatre. A devout Anglican, Hamilton encouraged the construction of Church of England churches, and provided money to help the destitute.

A conservative, Hamilton believed in the encouragement of the fisheries, but was sceptical about the future of agriculture. Opposed to political and constitutional reform, he was in conflict with those in St. John's who felt that change was long overdue. Hamilton did try to establish contact with the Beothuk, and authorized the unsuccessful expeditions of John Peyton and William Buchan. It was Lady Hamilton who painted the famous portrait of Demasduit (Mary March), the Beothuk woman captured in 1818.

Hamilton left Newfoundland in 1823, and held no further appointments. He died at Iping, his family home, in 1849."

Back from the dead.
I love you, Uncle G.

~follow the buzzards~

Thank You, Donald Trump...

If the title of this blog post makes you not want to be a StarChaser, suck my dick.
You never were one.

Donald Trump listened to "Correct".
Hence the (virtually) racist travel ban.
Yes, America was next to be attacked by ISIS.
At the EXACT same time, Nicki Minaj is the mortal manifestation of the immortal (Egyptian) goddess Isis.
Nicki Minaj is J Dilla.
J Dilla is Donald Trump.

Nicki Minaj is The President of the United States.

I hope that set in for her.

Anyway, I remember that when I was writing "Correct" I was psychically summoned by The White House to talk about ISIS.
The reason why I said "might" instead of "will" is due to my uncertainty about The Black Market.
The Black Market robs third world countries of precious goods that they naturally had bestowed upon them.

Without even knowing it.

It's not your fault, Jay and the Gang.
People are pissed.
And we are in America.

So Trump, let's make America great again.

You and I.

Shout me a holla, Dun!

~follow the buzzards~

More SEGA Worship (during The Witching Hour)

I wouldn't care so much about sound if it weren't for Preemo.
And we all know I love RZA.
But DJ Premier put me on to the quality of sound being key to a classic (not a hit) record.
All I want to do is produce CLASSICS.
I don't need hits.
I need to stand the test of time.
Thank you, Mystic.
I mean... Preemo.

Pete Rock and I speak often.
He taught me the value of chops.
And he has a rock/metal style with his drums.
So ... thank you Davina!
I mean... Petey!

Ladies, get out the shower, only dry your belly button, and drop your towel.
Tim & Bob have been getting you wetter than I ever could for YEARS.
And they are an integral part of SEGA.
Thank you, Tim & Bob.
You guys are amazing.

I might fuck with the above instrumental.

It's a long night, Bey.
Be patient.

~follow the buzzards~

Worship During The Witching Hour

Madlib forever.
May your genius NEVER go unnoticed to your face.

After I heard this record (Busta Rhymes, "Genesis), I decided to give Dilla EVERYTHING.
J Dilla forever.

Jack Splash saved my life in 2009.
Fuck any and everyone else.
Fuck what anyone has to say about him.
Thank you, baby boy!


I am the hip-hop Daft Punk.
And they are SEGA.
So, Daft Punk forever.

It's not that I don't love the others in SEGA.
I'm just closer to the afformentioned.
On that night, back to my Jack -n- Coffee.

~follow the buzzards~

"I'm Mr. Me Too..."

I remember this session.
Boe and Dre were there.
I took a few pulls of a haze blunt before I recorded.
The take before the take that I kept for the song was SO FIRE!!!
Off the top.
Had niggas DYING in the studio.

"Unless shorty bi, then she giving head. Then I say 'bye' if she ain't giving head..."
lol OD

I had a lot of fun.
But, the Interscope years are now blurry because of life after 2012.
I wasn't so mentally reckless when I was Jimmy's little soldier.
I got chemically screwed up when I got dropped/left jail.
So many memories of mine are no longer mine.

I don't remember my childhood anymore.
I can't remember life after late 2011.
All I know is that there's a possibility I'm the Apple CEO.
And MAYBE SEGA didn't leave me.

I don't know.
But you do.

So, allow me to enjoy this Supernatural Vacation.
Until it's time for the Spiritual Awakening.


~follow the buzzards~

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Meet Rocco Moon

A great friend of mine.
An alien.

He's definitely from another source of life.
If the source isn't SEGA itself.
I believe he is Silver.

Silver has a way about itself.
Silver the Hedgehog, that is.
As a female, she's a knock out with a clear agenda.
As a male, he'll knock you out for not having a clear agenda.
Rocco Moon is a virtually scientific outlook of Silver's manhood.

He's a naturalist.
A purist.
And I hope you like this song.

For many reasons.

Cheers to you, Mr. Moon.

Be blessed, all.

Maybe you can find it in your heart to stop hating/hating on me.

Good night.

~follow the buzzards~

Trying Hard official lyrics

I don't write when I get a pen (pin). Therefore, I'm just nice when I spit from within. Niggas like, "Charles. When you on the mic, get it together." And I'm like, "When I'm on the mic, try to get it again." First time you hear it, it's like a windpipe punch. Second time, you're not near it. But, then I lunch on the third time, reminding you the first time (nigga) this is brunch. Kinds of beats. THESE kinds of beats. And I'm nice to beats, so be kind to me. Haven't you heard me? Don't I look like a chick who's nerdy and curvy? Well, I WIN! And WHEN I DECIDE I WANNA TRY, I'LL TRY AGAIN! No Aaliyah. You need to know the fever. Even divas know who could beat it and leave them needing MORE...

When I'm on a beat, I'm
When I'm on my feet, I'm
Grinning in defeat, because I'm
The winner of the streets, because I'm
When I'm making love to you,
I'm trying to understand you, too.
When I'm making love to you,
I'm trying to understand you, too.

I have (had) sex with my new girl while reading her Tarot. She already knows her bone marrow was unprepared to see The Heart (The Lover Card). So I gave her with a deck of Knives (Ace of Swords), like "Let us depart." She like, "Your special, but CHARLES! WHY YOU GOTTA DO IT SO HARD?!" I came out with The Joker card. And I wasn't playing Poker. I know the broad. I'm tryna make her cum without being inside her. Make her P (wrap) from her vagina (fact). Inside it, without using the thing I be abusing when I slide in her. Nevermind her. I would like her Fur to just "brush" on my face. Put the beat on and then brush her away.

When I'm on a beat, I'm
When I'm on my feet, I'm
Grinning in defeat, because I'm
The winner of the streets, because I'm
When I'm making love to you,
I'm trying to understand you, too.
When I'm making love to you,
I'm trying to understand you, too.

I'm trying to make aliens acceptable on Earth. NOTHING here is respectable in a verse. Because verses have to be hard (Beyonce). And I'm ACTUALLY hard when I look at a star (J Dilla). See "God" in my rear view; see God coming near me, so who's coming near you (Jack Splash)? MY FATE. (Mystic) God is irate (Davina). Why wait? (Tim & Bob) Why be fake? (Talking Heads) I "I... oh late!" (Daft Punk) Isolate, idolize, and then make an idolatrist state EXIST NO LONGER (SEGA). As I read my girl's ... Tarot when she removed her thong. Word. I do it stronger. Doesn't it sound like there was a book in my palm, nerds? Wrong dirt. You lookin for this? Go to church.

When I'm on a beat, I'm
When I'm on my feet, I'm
Grinning in defeat, because I'm
The winner of the streets, because I'm
When I'm making love to you,
I'm trying to understand you, too.
When I'm making love to you,
I'm trying to understand you, too.

If Silver didn't exist, my music from day one until now would mean nothing.
So thank you, George Silver.
May bombasex remain as pure as it's creator.
Create her.
Create Her.

~follow the buzzards~

Savannah official lyrics

(before I type these lyrics, I want all to know that I love all women; I just wish I had a chance to tell you personally. it hurts to know y'all hate me now... I'm sorry)

(verse 1)
I wish I could name all ladies Savannah. Therefore, I can treat them like they Samantha (pictured below). I'm a "stand-up" kind of guy. And I need a chick like Samantha (a StarChaser) by my side, bottom line. She's kinda fly. (sigh) Matter fact, she's gorgeous. I just had to record this. Report it. She's so important to me. Even though she wasn't by my side on my birthday, I still won't let her leave. She's the kind of chick that could be breathing on my sleeve when it's time to wheeze. When watching "My Girl". One or Two. She already know what I wanna do. I'm coming through her mindstate like "I AM IRATE, AND THE CLIMATE IS LETTING ME KNOW I CANNOT BE THIS HIGH! But... you are the reason why..."

Under the city lights.
No matter where I go, I'm
Under the city lights.
And I want to hide.
Dammit, because I can't be with you.
Under the city lights.
No matter where I go, I'm
Under the city lights.
And I want to hide.
Dammit, because I can't be with you.

(verse 2)
I wish Jamece (pictured below) wasn't such a tease. 'Cause then we'd make love with ease. Still shocked she fucks with me. Wanted to claim her publicly, but we didn't make L-O-V-E. So, I can't really say she's mine. But I think about her every time I recline. Every time we decide we wanna jones, we get on the phone. Uncomfortable it is, to wanna fuck so bad and know she looks at you with a Kodak of the past. She said I must've been "an attention whore". I was in love with *then*. *Then*, some more! *Then* was high school. But then, I was bored. With women I'm interested, and with these niggas I hit the floor with a Tiger Uppercut, to come back. I just wanna be her thumb tack.

Under the city lights.
No matter where I go, I'm
Under the city lights.
And I want to hide.
Dammit, because I can't be with you.
Under the city lights.
No matter where I go, I'm
Under the city lights.
And I want to hide.
Dammit, because I can't be with you.

(verse 3)
So many chicks I can name, but I'm giving the blame to the spliff that hit my brain. I only think about Samantha 'cause she's light skinned. And Jamece is dark skinned. But I ain't frightened (pictured below). They're two opposite ends. Yeah, I still got Jungle Fever. But, I don't really want to eat them. You eat a white chick she get spoiled. They already think they're royal. I'm just loyal to my race, when it comes to porn. Women, come to me, 'cause I want to feel born. Alive again. Schooling like Stuyvesant. "How-To-Approach-Women-When-They're-Interested-In-Your-Mind". But then again, if you approaching them with dimes and diamonds, what you gon' think they gon chime in and talk about? Something you should think about while you walk around...

Under the city lights.
No matter where I go, I'm
Under the city lights.
And I want to hide.
Dammit, because I can't be with you.
Under the city lights.
No matter where I go, I'm
Under the city lights.
And I want to hide.
Dammit, because I can't be with you.

I said it all.
Now it's time to ride or die.
Or just die.
Or, just ride out.

SEGA forever.

I see you, Jack.
Hold your head.

~follow the buzzards~


To forgive is Godly.
God-like, even.
But some things can't be forgiven.

I'll start here.
Love is why I didn't hit Briana back.
But I already forgave her before she even touched me.

Recently, this beautiful girl got drunk and put her hands on me.
I wasn't so nice to her.
God, I hit a woman.
Knocked her out, really.
I feel bad as Hell about it, but at this point, there's no turning back.

But she started it!

What is it with women thinking they can just do anything to me without repercussions?
That sucks.
Im not Chris Brown.
Though I didn't have a thugged out upbringing, I cannot and will not tolerate reverse misogyny.
Hopefully shorty will be the last woman I hit.
And hopefully shorty knows I really care about her.
But yeah.
Keep your hands to yourself.

That goes for everyone.

Can I forgive those of whom I believed raped me in my sleep?
I have no choice but to.
May God have mercy on their soul.
And the soul they took from me.

Thus making me a brand new person.

I'm up now, so...
...see you 'round.

~follow the buzzards~

Nicki's Clit Ring official lyrics

(verse 1)
Sometimes, I be crying in my dreams. Often, I'm dying in these scenes. I ain't even got no dye (die) in my jeans (genes). They dress pants. And hopefully, I'm teaching these lessons to these crying little teams. Vying for a dream. I don't even know why. Am I as clean as I seem to be? And I'm on the floor because YouMightCatchMeBored like YMCMB. Pay me for the fact I be rappin' from the top. Accident or not, I happen to be hot. SO, "I'll shine, you shine." Like Kendrick. I'll "line" it, I'll find it defenseless, then I'll line it up with a razor. I'm shining, and quite as tough as a lazer on a fuckin' .9 from a cop. 9 shots, and I might end up someone who's dying on top. Nigga.

Now everybody sayin...
Now who shot ya?!

(verse 2)
Yeah, I'm talkin' "dead". Yeah, I'm talking "revenge". Yeah, I'm talking motherfucker, now go sit on the bench. Yeah, I'm talkin Pat Riley when I rap. You find me to be defiling me. Now, what a fact?! You see, I take that 66 to that 66. Then I take one out. Then I get my shit. And I rap about this business shit. Then I end up wrapping this business shit. Now *who* is sicker than me? Niggas gotta be sick of me. But lyrically, they can't visit me. Therefore, I get in between these lines. Like, Hi. And then I find it to be... quite fly. Because I bit it and they bit the minus signs that I find to be on the treble and bass. I'm steppin' away because as I be messin up my face, OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO HEAVEN TODAY! HALLELUJAH! Sendin' flowers to you when I send that click-clack power to you. And these niggas is like "Sour? For YOU?! I don't know why! 'Cause you cannot get high! You are Domino fly. I knock you down. Domino Rally. Y. Hi!"

Now everybody sayin...
Now who shot ya?!

(verse 3)
I'm not talking business. This is S E G A. I'm talkin' George Massa. I raped him the other day. The brother way. Probably the lover way. I love to say how much I love J(ay)... and Dilla. But they the same thing, so hey! Maybe a villa when I get a couple million. But I love to fuck my chick when she's hovering above the ceiling. She's NEVER ABOVE IT! She's only on the fucking bed. And, hey! THAT is the subject. I really want some fuckin' head. I'm going ahead of time like them two white niggas in the DeLorean. But then again, I'm on the floor again. And I'm bored again. Looking at the floor, bored. Then looking at the scoreboard. Hittin 3s from outside the park like that Bird nigga. Word, nigga! Look, nigga! I sound so obsurd nigga. That's that shit I don't like. Sounding like some floor nigga. God damn. How many times can I say "floor" when I meant "flower". But then again, you must acknowledge the power of CHARLES HAMILTON.

Let's go.


From 2013.

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