Sunday, 25 June 2017

Back, with an exit.

I want to be clear on something.
EVERYTHING I DO
INCLUDING LIVING
is for my StarChasers.

I don't consider those who are related to me to be family.
They've proven that the bond of family is bought.

So, if you listen to my music/KNOW ME, you're a StarChaser.
Don't like it, kill me.

Now.
I'm more than aware than MOST of my StarChasers want me to check out their music to either prove they're better (than me) or further establish certain points made in my music.
Such is why I don't listen to TOO MANY StarChaser releases.
You guys are good, but I have to keep coming correct musically, so I keep it to a minimum.
But keep going.
I am the right ears, it's just... now isn't the right time.

Moving on.
I allow my StarChasers to come up with my artwork.
Nothing more to discuss.
One of y'all (Dennis!) said it's an integral part of an album.
Good point, but there is so much art in the music, I felt artwork would be overkill.
But beyond that, I trust you guys.

To my detriment.






Another Hamiltonization process is under way.
No further details.


















~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

For Prodigy

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You're with me now.
Let's break bread.
Ribs.
$100 bills.












~follow the buzzards~

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

"I don't wanna be here..."

I'm gonna take (ANOTHER) break from blogging.
I have a good few reasons.
I won't allow my anger to get the best of me again.
Slander, even if it's based on solid ground, will not be tolerated in/on my domain.

To some, the whole phrase about "wool" and "eyes" and how it's been "uncovered" rings true.
To most, there's work to do.

To all, I'm done.

With that said,







The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017

It might leak (at the hands of a StarChaser) earlier.
I don't even care anymore.
I'm not making a dime from it.

I tried to change the world.
I tried to represent aliens.
All anyone wants is money.

So...

"Get yours, nigga!'
-Nas, "2nd Childhood"










~follow the buzzards~

God's forgiveness under fire (every sin)


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I don't use blaspheme to entertain.
Many do.
In fact, blaspheme is the key to success in America/North America.
But along with homosexuality and suicide, I have committed blaspheme.

Truth is, I forgot God is a woman.
But if God was a man, I definitely went hard trying to be his opponent.

In some respects, it would've caused spiritual and supernatural peace between Him and Satan (of whom I always thought was a female).
But, unless I'm Jesus, I had/have no place to condemn God for circumstances I put myself in.

So God, I'm sorry.

Yes, I put many spells and curses on God/Satan/SEGA.
I want them to be real.
I want them to feel me.
I want them to love me.

At the end of it all, it's a matter of comfort.
I am not comfortable with men, of any sexual preference.
I might hang around, might smoke with you, might drink with you, but if you have a penis, CURVE.

Wrap.

God, it might be too late for me.
But bless those I've inspired and virtually adopted along the way.

I pray for Chance.
I pray for Childish.
I pray for Tyler.
Shit, I even pray for Boe and Dre.
Vengeance is yours.

I don't want to (fist) fight anymore.
Fuck if it makes me a chump.
I just want to reign supreme with music.

However, that's selfish.
There's room for everyone in music.
Even those who diss me.
Even those who mock me.
Even those who aren't that good.

Music is an artform.

Can't deny anyone of art.

With that said, God, I know you listen.
Bless those of whom listen with you.

And I'm out.

July 17th, 2017.






After that date, your voice can save my life.
The way mine did yours,
I can only assume...













~follow the buzzards~

Pacilton (lyrics coming soon)


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Here, now.













~hungry? why wait?~

Monday, 19 June 2017

My apologies to Tupac (2Pac)

I was a young metal head when my mom first put "2Pacalypse Now" on my desk.
I used to stare at it.
Intrigued.
Every Black and Latino person in my neighborhood was already bumping him.
I was just... hypnotized.

I listened to the album once, but because it was pretty rough on the ears (ironic coming from a rock head), I didn't listen anymore.

But I respected him.

A few years later, "California Love" dropped and I was going nuts.
I was "aware" of sampling, but I actually knew the original record.
I was blown away.
Dr. Dre admitted he made the beat, so he became a star in my eyes.
But Pac's verse on that damn song was DOPE.

"AWESOME!", as I would say back then.

However, every Black and Latino person in my neighborhood was using 2Pac as the catalyst to bully me.

Fuck 'em all.
I was ready to either commit suicide or go to juvenile hall for murder.

But I was scared.
Or, something was holding me back.

Eminem came in the game, and I was sold on hip-hop.
But as I started to write, I tried to be better than Pac.
And Em.
And Biggie.
And Jay.
And Nas.

So they became the enemy.

2Pac had passed (?), but still.
Hip-hop continued on.

Listen here.

I communicate with 2Pac.
Often.
I have the means to do so.
Don't believe me, jehh watshhhh.

I wish he didn't get involved in that gangsta shit.
Then again, I'm the same way.
I can't stay away from the thugs.
Love or hate, they define the rage I feel towards the world I own.

Fuck this world.
Fuck this life.

All I want is music.

Tupac, I owe you a sincere apology.
I slept on your poetry and tried to be a bigger legend.

I owe you my dedication.

Not sure what else I can say.

For the record, so much is bottled up inside that I need to puke.
Drink my puke and rule the world.

#scientology
#yourbloodrunsthroughmyveins







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~what do we have here NOW?!~

9th's Crescendo


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I'm sure I've posted this beat before.
But... this was (the instrumental, at least) the theme song to my "recovery" while in rehab in 2011.
I'll never forget writing this song in my head.
The meds kept fucking with me, so I wrote it down.
Thus making me not like the song anymore.
But 9th, this might be the definitive YOU beat.
I'm not sure what the chops are really like, but...

You got it, unc.









~follow the buzzards~

Hippie Hollow official lyrics

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I don't go to the club. I simply go home and roll up. And think about a girl that could come over. Since my molars are so used to her nipples. That'll make her giggle. Great. Now I got her sexually un-frustrated. But she gotta sit next to me while I'm waiting to be the greatest in the eyes of people who are denying the evil that I play with. But I'm not playin'! Every time I try to say shit, it's delayed. Something keeps holding me back. Like, "I rephrased Tyrese. That!" At the same time, I'm Black. So we kinda have to have a chat. After that, all Blacks should talk. And all white people have to walk. See, I kinda figured it's a hierarchy. So why try to start with me? People die tryna start with me. I just speak while I'm alive, and the heart is free.

(hook)
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
you
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go!
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go...

Mania. No wrestling. No guessing me. There's no questioning what I go through. My vocals are "blessed" to me. And that's pretty much all you need to know, fool. Whoever the fool is. If you're foolish enough to press play, then lose it. 'Cause yesterday, I made music. And the blessed day when I make music, I will CREATE music. Consistently. Ronald Isley needs to listen to me. And the guys behind him. I am the guy who's rhyming, so I don't get to me. Yet. Until I hit the preset. And we have a little deep sex. With sound. Please. Let(_) get down. -ssssssss

(hook)
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
you
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go!
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go...

I was a perv as a baby. Nervous and crazy. Kindergarten ladies had me saying, "Wait a minute! I got a big ol' erection! May be four inches, but this *old* direction is not working. I'm not paying attention. I just wanna lay on a cot. Maybe detention is meant for us, but what is meant for us is what I zipped up after I took a piss. You nasty! You said you wanna take a sip. Let's take a break for a bit. Maybe the love we can make is THE SHIT. But hey, I'm trying to be great, ya dig? And I ain't great enough, because we ain't making love! Your desire is the eyes of fire of which I'm trying not to say stuff from!"

(hook)
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
I can't trust you
Until I can see...
you
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go!
Get naked.
Get naked?
Get naked!
Let go...

of me.










I posted this on every crush of mine's wall on Facebook.
Despite the fact I have a Gothic significant other.
Who might be Dr. Dre.
If that's not suicidal, I'll see you in November.
















~follow the buzzards~

Multiplicity and The Hamilton Deception

I used to believe I was Satan.
Then I believed I was God.
Then I prayed to have magic powers.
So I don't know what the fuck I am.
All I know is, there's rumors of me multiplying and astral projecting.

Making me a bunch of people I have no idea I am.

Also making it possible for people to lie about being me.
Thus giving them a level of celebrity Kat Stacks, RuPaul and Amber Rose could only dream of.

I only know of one Charles Hamilton.

So...

One.
Charles Hamilton.

You don't want to be me.

Trust me.










~follow the buzzards~

This sample is insAAAAAAAAne!

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Big ups to Dr. Dre!
This record ("Satisfiction") is TOUGH.
I love the Compton album.
No gas.
It's a great album.
It's just not as global as Chronic 2001.

That's all I'm saying.

It is a classic.
Just a West Coast classic.

Then again, what do I know about making retail classics?







~could he... be me?~



(I love you Sonic)

A new set!


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If this made y'all sweat, don't press play.
If you want to sweat, press play.
And if you aren't a member of SEGA, don't try this at home.







~follow the buzzards~

To DJ or Die.



I love music.
I might only love music (sorry, ladies).
But I have a new talent.
And this talent can be transcended into other realms of reality.

The piano brought me to hip-hop.
Actually, the piano saved my life.
At an early age.
I love the piano.

And I love DJing.

Damn.

Is this love detrimental to my mental health?

I want my music to be as perfect as the TrapCrap we've been hearing.
And receiving.
And worshipping.

Damnit God, MAKE PEOPLE LOVE YOU!
I HATE THIS SHIT!
I HATE HAVING TO PUT PEOPLE ON TO THE HIGHS OF THIS LIFE.
ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT THEY ARE THE LOWLIVES I'VE BEEN PROTECTING PEOPLE FROM.

And I'm only calling them lowlives because...

WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!




I want to DJ/improv/freestyle/die.

Make it happen, haters.











~follow the buzzards~

DJing in Middle C

I love the piano.
But I've always had a crush on the turntables.
But when I spin, my love for the piano comes out.
So the piano and the turntables have a deep and intense affair within me.
And I document such on the mic.

With no one listening.

So I threw an event last year.
I was showing off my DJ skills (I only use M•I•K•E•Y) at The Bowery Poetry Club.
Let my guilt reflect that it was a DOOM, and I didn't expect many people to show up.

And very few showed up.

Family was there, though.

I guess that's cool.
But... if they aren't going to be real about who they REALLY are, I'm not going to be real (with them) about how I feel.
ABOUT ANYTHING.

So thairt is.

Maybe I should start making music for me.
Music that I like.
I've been trying to impress since day one.
I don't need all these syllables.
I don't need this flow.
I damn near don't need to rap anymore.

I'm doing it because I have things to say that people need to hear.
Such as, the existence of aliens.
It's not a wonder anymore (pats self on the back).
But so much is.

Like...
Continue?












(switches the fader to the record on the other turntable)





WHAT A BREAK!














~follow the buzzards~

Who is GLK?


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Kids/StarChasers/up-and-coming producers:
Sampling is a culture.
Sweat the technique.
And prepare to get your ass whipped.

GLK is a staple at LA's Low End Theory (where ?uestlove showed his ass).
I'm not sure how to describe how nasty GLK (Gaslamp Killer) is.
It's horrifying.
You don't want to hear his original samples.
And you have to be Madlib Christ to rap over his beats.

#antiTrap

Fat shouts to GLK.






~follow the buzzards~

Should I get braids?


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Not a shot at ?.
I just... I feel a bond now.
Ahmir... is it tight enough?
Wait... you weren't there?!

(spins head all the way around)

I'm sorry.

I just wilded.

July 17th, 2017.







~follow the buzzards~

A new way (for me) to approach the mic...

(from Wiki)

Chess960 (also known as Fischer Random Chess or Fischerandom) is a variant of chess invented and advocated by former World Chess Champion Bobby Fischer, publicly announced on June 19, 1996, in Buenos Aires, Argentina. It employs the same board and pieces as standard chess; however, the starting position of the pieces on the players' home ranks is randomized. The random setup renders the prospect of obtaining an advantage through the memorization of opening lines impracticable, compelling players to rely on their talent and creativity.

Randomizing the main pieces had long been known as Shuffle Chess; however, Chess960 introduces restrictions on the randomization, "preserving the dynamic nature of the game by retaining bishops of opposite colours for each player and the right to castle for both sides". The result is 960 unique possible starting positions.

In 2008 FIDE added Chess960 to an appendix of the rules of chess.
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This might be Lupe's style.
Hence why he called it All City Chess Club.
No regrets, however.

I might go back to writing again.
It doesn't feel the same though.
I definitely hit a new milestone of creativity.

SEGA, I hope you enjoyed @SEGA.
I really do love you, and if you're already gone, safe travels.
I'm on dumb mode, so... be back later.

And my crates are fatal.

I want to DJ a 3-day party.
At least an all-nighter.
I can do it with just my music, but...
The Galaxy of Music is vast.
And my crates cover it all.

Hour glasses have to stop for sour.

So mote it be.

I'm out.






~follow the buzzards~

Till the cops come knockin'...

Shawty, stop reading my blog.
I'm probably never gonna mention you, and that's not said out of hate.
You confuse me, then say I confuse you.
As if I'm not ...

Right on.

Anyway.

A lot of new things are on the horizon.
I'm anxious about The Socratic Doomer (almost deleted it), I found another super producer, and I think I found an alternative to hip-hop!
It just would make me even less money than I make now.

To the delight of those who enjoy a subdued, Uncle Tom Charles Hamilton, I'm going back in my meds this week.
It was fun to be back to my old self for a while, but no.
I have to stay medicated until God knows when.

At least it isn't lithium.
And at least I'm not in DOOM.
To my knowledge.

I might finally drop a beat tape this year.
It would just be nice to have someone make a song out of it.
This is why so many instrumentals haven't dropped.
No one makes songs out of it.
Then they complain that Trap took over.

Whatever.

I am getting g my faith restored in God AND in Buddhism.
Can't serve two masters, but at least it isn't Satanic.
My family been on my ass about my Occult Calling.

Hmmm...





~follow the buzzards~

Friday, 16 June 2017

FlyLo!


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Yeah, he's one of ours.
Shouts and drinks to you, Flying Lotus.

Big ups to H2 and J Dilla.
And a very warm welcome to ?uestlove and Dr. Dre into "This Thing Of Ourz".



#SEGAforever






(edit: I just found this performance)



Kanye, stop biting niggas.


~follow the buzzards~

The inevitable Rihanna post

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In my face.
In my lights.
In my mind.
Do you think of me too?

So mote it be.






~follow the buzzards~

The Mickey Factz Takeover



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Love, Mickey.
Stay cool.

Get acquainted.
I think he's slept on.

Time to wake up.









~follow the buzzards~

StarChasers At War


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When I moved from CLE to NYC, I first lived in Queens.
Right across the street from Onyx.
Shouts to Lamb, Fred and Sticky.

Listen to this song.

Now.
Without further ado.



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Straight up.
This is bullshit.

Astral projection is real.
It's a part of magick.

Don't let anyone steal your magick.
Watch where you sleep.
Who's house you sleep at.
Who you smoke with.
Who you share ideas with.

Watch who you trust.

StarChasers are bigger than fans.
We are an intergalactic family.

I'm just The Black Sheep.

Shit's fucked up right now.

I feel like I lost.

Thairt is.













~follow the buzzards~

Only Pharrell could cheer me up...


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StarChasers, we (your higher self and I) are being pimped.
I'll explain later.

Just... don't callyourself a fan.
Know we're family.
I am the Black sheep.
Know you're beautiful.

I am The Ugly.
















~follow the buzzards~

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Another StarChaser release


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Sounds like he's sending shots!

lol

This could be a hit.













~follow the buzzards~

StarChaser music from ReGGii Flaza


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I kinda figured that was your rap name.

Follow him on IG:
@flazaflazaflaza

Good work, dude.












~could he... be me?~

"Not unless you do...!"

This is the first time I haven't been on medication since 2011.
All I have to do is watch my temper.
SEGA (SatanAndGod), I ask that you bear with me while I try this out.

WHAT I'M UPSET ABOUT:
Racism
Homosexuality
Mysogyny
Bullying
Wasteful behavior

And that's all I see in the world.
No one make me snap.

I can do this.

Hi, Nadia!






~could he.. be me?~

For my daughter... #blackgirlmagick


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Even if women don't get the title of this entry, ALL WOMEN will understand the content.

Take care of yourself.
Use your 3rd eye.

Silv, I'm yours.





~could he... be me?~

@SEGA













~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

#mytwitterlife










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I want to desire.
What I desire, I want.

I acknowledge the power of magick.

#machiq
#mytwitterlife














~foulentohj~ 

new genre.

eyeDM

DJs, you are now officially allowed to get down to my music.
Spin.
Judge.
Keep an open mind.
Rock the crowd.

#TheWheelsToTheWhip








~could he... be me?~

I LOVE MUSIC!

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MUSIC JUST SAVED MY LIFE AGAIN.
I WILL NEVER STOP.

















~could he... be me?~

Sensitivity peaking.


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You could've just said something.
All you had to do was talk to me.
WE WERE IN THE SAME HOUSE!!!
How am I supposed to prove I'm John Nintendo if Mary keeps screaming at me?

Then again, I love being Sonic.

"Jay..."

(falls)









New Stevie Nicks, btw.


The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017








~could he... be me?~

Commissary for the free.


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Not for nada, but if you get that pussy, toe tag it.
It's not for me.

#MaryLoves

On that note, Jay...




(falls)


















I love you, Bayonetta.



















~follow the buzzards~

My two new favorite rappers.


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Westside Gunn & Conway!
Holla at me y'all.
I want to work with y'all.

By the way, this IS a big look.
Stay up, y'all.

Shouts to Em.










~could he... be me?~

Again in reverse.

I think I've just about had it with saying "nigga/nigger".
Yes, Black people piss me off to the highest level of pisstivity.
But Black love is resilient.
And wealth-ready.
However, slaveowners would beam if they heard us call each other "nigga/nigger".

They used to rape the biggest slaves in front of all the slaves, just to desensitize the others and warn them of being a threat.
Shit.
They raped Chaka Zulu.

Whether we Black folks want to accept it or not.

So here I am.
A rapper.
A rape victim.
Trying to enlighten the illuminated race.
It feels like a lost cause.

But we all can start somewhere.
In fact, in this one where.

Let's try to curb saying "nigga/nigger".
If they want to enslave us, they're going to have to take us alive.
They can't creep into language and do it.
We (Black people) dead ass didn't speak AT ALL back home.
We had our native tongue.
We learned and mastered the White man's English.

How fucked up is it that we're allowing a degeneration of our river (Niger) to be our term of acquaintance?

I'll be around.










~could he... be me?~

I'm telling you now...

The sound on The Socratic Doomer will be an issue.
Nothing like it.
Don't bite.
You'll sound stupid.

   
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Shouts to my soldiers.
Understand why I can't make decisions.
I thank you.

Give me a few.
I'm going cold turkey from (censored).
I'll be around.








~could he... be me?~

NHF x SEGA


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Hey kids.
You might have different mothers.
But daddy stays the same.
I love all of you.
So many of you, too.

lol 6z wanna blast off in chicks, too.
6 God, please allow it.
It's hot out here for G.
Gangsta.
Goth.
Girl.
Guy.

I may have a ...
Well, she's getting an abortion.
I hate that.
Such is why I resent Briana.
But the time and situation wasn't right, Unborn.
It's not your fault.
And if I should be blessed with another, you'll shine in the eyes of my future.

I'm sorry.



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You two.
You want more?
(grins to self; jumps out of skin)
I thought not.

#NHFridesagain












~could he... be me?~

F-cked up thoughts about bad bitches.

I have this recurring vision of internally dissecting beautiful women.
And rubbing their gore on the less-attractive.
Did you see "Hostel"?
Something like that.
It's not mysogyny.
It's like art.

The beauty of a woman will always be a mystery to man.
Or John (Nintendo).

"I want to feel you from the inside..."
-Nine Inch Nails, "Closer"

Imagine Beyonce on a crucifix.
Naked and bleeding from her wrists.
Piereced in her side.
Crying out of pain.
Praying for the wellbeing of her naysayers.
Unafraid.

Imagine Nicki Minaj on an altar.
Wrapped in a thin sheet.
Getting her throat slit for the success of some new bimbo.
Eyes full of reluctant fear and rage.

Women and minorities are being sacrificed for entertainment.
Don't try to be a star.
You're better off going viral.
Save your talent.
Save your soul.
Work on your craft on your own.
The real ones will know.

I'm out.
There's eyes on me.















~could he... be me?~

Black Girl Magic

...actually a title from a new L Word project.
But whatever.
Black Girls/Women/Ladies/Bitches/Hoes (THERE! I covered all bases), I haven't abandoned you.
I'm just getting tired getting addicted to the sweet juice of the Black berry.

But for the record, it's none of your business the race of the girl I'm seeing.
Black or white, she treats me right.
And I'm not as psycho as you L&HH bitches would like to see me as.

I haven't had the best choice in women.
Nor have I had the opportunity to go after the women of my dreams (*cough* Apple *cough*).
But I'm still sticking my neck out for love.

Hopefully this Vamp has the fangs to drain me forever.

Is this enough to get me to record/release some more music?









~could he... be me?~

Anthropomorphous In Love


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I want her to be the one.
I want her to be the one.
I want her to be the one.
I want her to be the one.
I want her to be the one.

We could Gothically CosPlay if we wanted to!

This has to be right.
We faced everything.

Together.

In such a short time.

Yes, I'm a moody sucker for love.
But when loving yourself makes you a cash cow, it's best to find love in the gaming universe.

So this song has been the Titantron music of every relationship I've been in since I heard it.
Andre 3000 has Lil B'd all my exes.
But I'll try again.
OutKast, let not this song be a curse on my love life.

"I think I'm in love... again..."

















~could he... be me?~

Wanted You official lyrics


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Watch the Goth *it* kick a night, in half. Got a hot chick on Skype. Watchin' a nigga, while he kicks ass. "This is like 6 Flags! I can pick a ride! An instrument to ride on!" Niggas can't get on my songs. My shit is too complicated. I been doin' it for too long. You can't say this dude's wrong. Perfectionist. An exorcist. Lifting out your spirit and making you give neck to your within. Spit out what you've been hiding like you've been lying. Then I'ma be next to hit ... it. No secrets (from me) can be kept, ya dig? I'm too excellent. Throw it up like you like it, and we're the best of friends.

(hook)
I guess I wanted you.
I want you, but that's not enough.
I guess I wanted you.
I want you, but that's not enough.
Something I want to say, but words escape me.
Satisfaction is my only problem.
Permanently.
Unconditionally.

I need fans but I don't need groupies. Niggas try to use me. Usually, I'd find it cool (to me). But lately, I've been saving my dough. Making it stretch. Like Mr. Fantastic. And... that's it. Damn that shit! Hating the best as I go, doing my thing. Gary Payton on the west and I swing-pass to my Kobe... which is Chuck. Which is the biggest "What's up?". Niggas can't seem to "get up" to the sound, so they "get down." Looking around. While they look down. Who's been guiding them? I'm inside of it. Proud of them. Now I want to be as loud as them. C'mon.

(hook)
I guess I wanted you.
I want you, but that's not enough.
I guess I wanted you.
I want you, but that's not enough.
Something I want to say, but words escape me.
Satisfaction is my only problem.
Permanently.
Unconditionally.

This hook is the hottest shit. Yeah, I had to jot the shit. See, the concept is... the topic is, when you want something, how much do you got to give? I had a lot to give. And then, I lost it all. Now it's Charles' ball. And I'm off the wall. M-I-C-H (am I CH?) A-E-L (aliens exist, life). Kinda like, "Stay away from hell." Spell it out, though. Out cold goes the beat. The poetry and the prose that I speak makes niggas OD. So deep. I'm making rain with my brainstorm. Which means anyone with a brain is on. My brain is TOO high. I might get sawed by the chainsaw in the sky...

(hook)
I guess I wanted you.
I want you, but that's not enough.
I guess I wanted you.
I want you, but that's not enough.
Something I want to say, but words escape me.
Satisfaction is my only problem.
Permanently.
Unconditionally.















Hi, Rosa.













~could he... be me?~

Enter The Roots


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Yes, ?uestlove.
I slept on you and The Roots.
I always wanted to be in a band, and I was upset that you guys hit the mainstream doing what I always wanted to do.
So I was a hater.
I also felt you guys were targeting Harlem rappers.
Fuck it.
I didn't like The Roots.

Since Low End Theory, I've been on y'all dick.
Happy?
The Roots are FIRE!!!
Black Thought is THE MAN!

Sorry for sleeping.
I'll keep my psychic opinion on ANYTHING to myself.

Oh.

#FuckAnything















I apologize, ?uestlove.
Right on for the darkness.















~could he... be me?~

Phone Tap.


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I can't take love serious anymore.
Three individuals know why.
Two to five individuals screwed it up for everyone.
And two others can change my mood instantly.
Just like the three.
And you know what?
I resent them all.

Except for you, Edge.
You're my only friend.
In any galaxy.
I want you back.
The others can go ONE themselves to death.

So tonight Sonic, while you're with this year's XXL freshmen (congrats are due), I ask you to remember our times.

Smokin' bud on 101st and 1st.
Gettin' dome from Lacey.
Meeting Eminem.

Honestly, just making music.












I love you, Ogilvie Maurice Hedgehog.














~could he... be me?~

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Leakin' like NeNe with a Wee Wee

I don't want to drop ANOTHER FUCKING BAR.
I've had it with my loyalty.
When am I gonna get some acclaim?!
Do you know what goes into EVERY SONG?!
Fuck outta here.
I hate being underrated, yet BIT like I taste great.

So now I dropped The Madness Album.
So all you 4whores can pick your god and service him/her/it like (censored; I can't spaz on shorty like that).

"BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?! WHAT ABOUT RAVEN?!"
-Raven, ECW/WCW



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"But if I die, it may change you. I'll watch over the family, but only as an angel."






Death is what it takes to get the credit I deserve.
I'm certain.




See you on the 17th (of July).












~could he... be me?~

About The Madness Album

I recorded this album THE SAME DAY AS "Boy Who Played With Barbie".
I just wanted to "rep" for "my peoples".

I just wish they would/could do the same.








"My hair is my crown... for now."





~could he... be me?~

LL Cool J vs Canibus (4, 3, 2, 1)

The following blog post is written with ample sleep, no substances, and no monthly medication:

Thank you for being the reason why I doubt again.
Thank you for putting the "tough" battery in my back.
Thank you for being the god/alien I asked you to be.
Welcome (you two) to a miserable life, disguised by the smiles of...


The Sun.

You three niggas promised me...
You know what?
You didn't.
I didn't know what to expect in 2012.
I just KNEW I was gonna see J Dilla/flirt in person and explicitly with George/do evil shit with Jack.
I went into the most dangerous and loveless places, believing you were by my side.
I got into fights with non-believers.

YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE!!!

Now.
Let's take a look at my life since 2012.

I still don't know who's who.
No one believes Dilla is alive.
And even if they do, no one believes he's as close to me as his signs allowed me to believe.
Massa is both Drake and Beyonce, and are close to being worshipped the way I'm supposed to be.
So there's "Resentment".
And... Jack.
I can almost trust Jack with my life with him being in the position he's in.
But how does that make me feel?

I have to shut up about how I feel about SO MANY AND SO MUCH, just to maintain the public perception of being "revitalized with positivity."

FUCK ANYTHING THAT ISN'T SEGA.

Then again...
SEGA left me with the deepest wound.
And expects me to laugh about it.
In the future.
With her/him/it.

Nah, nigga.
You violated.
Like, 8.
No love.
And there's nothing that can make up for it.

I know most of you niggas (human niggas, that is) don't understand a fucking word I'm talking about.
Or that's what you'll say when you "address" me about this entry.

And, if we keep it all the way real, SEGA ain't even concerned.
They literally left Earth, WITH JACK, and are currently fucking themselves in my name.

So much for belief.

It's like finding out that The Last Supper was Jesus giving a BJ to all his disciples.
Do you continue to bow to this faggot?

So.
With all my (NEWLY FOUND) rage and angst towards SEGA being aired out, and with less than a month before The Socratic Doomer, here is...



The Madness Album





Basically, go somewhere and bug out because 4 is alive.

Oh, wait.

It's not 4 anymore.

It's 5.

Cool.
May Daft Punk know what the hell they're doing with their digit.

At this point, I just want to see another day.
I'll never understand why everyone picks on me.
I know I'm an easy target.
So was Dylan Klebold.











"You DISLOYAL...!"
-Denzel Washington, "Training Day"








SEGA, don't make me do this to you.
We both lose in the end.
However, you moved first.









(rubs bow)













~could he... be me?~

"I could be one of your kids!"

In 2014, I claimed Neo-Nazism.
I did so because I believed that SEGA left me, and I needed a militant group to believe in.
I also needed protection from Black people.

Since then, Trump got elected.

No matter who Trump may be in my Sick, Sad, Little World, he is the face of White privilege and bias.

Yeah.
Looks like I rule the world still.

However, to my Black brethren, I can't leave you alone for too long.
I am a creator of Black music, the love of my life is a Black Alien, and only non-Apple users don't believe we all didn't start off Black at one point in our lives.

I will treat you better when I see you start doing better.

Wrap.

As for homosexuals, I dabbled, I'm not interested, and though my bond with Satan is tighter than ever before, I have to side with God on this one.

You guys don't get to go to Heaven.

So, I will continue to express my necrophilic fantasies of J Dilla.
I will continue to goad Silver into irritation.
And I will continue to watch Shadow.

Therefore, all my bars will make sense.

And yes, Daft Punk.
I'm scared of you, too.

(looks at respective crotches)

I ain't scared of THAT, though!





Holla back, Hov.














~could he... be me?~

New Amsterdam and iTunes

Damn.
I really want to listen to The Socratic Doomer.
Like, right now.

I WANT to continue to make/release free music.
And I'm sure I could sell records.
But everyone wanting to make money from music is eroding the very soul of which could and should be used to ENJOY music.
Specifically mine.

them- "Use 808s."
Me- "But they're bad for people."
them again- "So is McDonalds. And everyone eats that."

This deodorant is making my entire body itch.

Maaaan!!!
I was really into something with the Bohemian lifestyle!!!

It's always you whitewashed colored folk who try to "sophisticate" and "polish" me!
Fuck outta here!
The cleaner, the meaner!

But okay.
I get your point, Middle America.
If I look better than you, I MUST be better than you.
Eminem is the total package.
He's talented, attractive, and WHITE.

I'm either too soon or too late.







I love you, Sonic.












~could he... be me?~

The Black Hitler and Reparations

So, for the record, I rule the world.
Very simple.
Even simpler is how I gave everything to SEGA.

What's NOT simple is how SEGA were the slaves.
I knew Davina had a righteous cause for being unapologetically Black, but if I had known this world was the jail cell of SEGA, I would've given my wealth INSTANTLY.

Here's my concern.
Lately I've been graphically talking about violent acts of homosexuality.
Sleeping with J Dilla.
Anally raping Drake and Kendrick.
Not defending myself against rape attacks from Jay-Z and ?uestlove.

Some shit is true.
Most are paranormal hallucinations.
All of it I'm dealing with to this day.

Though I'm entitled to sleep with whomever I want, I feel like less of a Black (read: BLACK) man for doing something gay.
Whether pitching or catching, whether 3 or 6, whether male or female, homosexuality is wrong in the eyes of God.

I don't care how bad you are, miss.
Your forgiveness of any homosexual transgressions won't make me feel better.

I'm somewhat done with sex.
Unless I'm making it with Jack, Dilla, George or Daft (or any of SEGA), I don't want to get laid.

Very simple.

Young StarChasers trying to find themselves, don't experiment with homosexuality.
You lose EVERYTHING.
As sexy as I might find lesbians to be, THERE ARE DIVINE CONSEQUENCES FOR HAVING HOMOSEXUAL SEX.

(Listens to ATTPD2 for the first time in years)

I was HELLA RACHIT in 2012!!!
lol I'd go back, but 4 is on tour.
Without the OD Roadie.

Fuck this shit.









~could he... be me?~

Saturday, 10 June 2017

A StarChaser Exclusive!

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I just wrapped up an entire project with StarChaser Sebastian Acevedo.
From Boston.

"The mean streets of Boston..."
-Eminem, "Nail In The Coffin"

It probably wont get any iller, anywhere else.
Soon it will be available on Sebastian (Swisss') Bandcamp page.

And the weekend is just getting started.











~could he... be me?~

Friday, 9 June 2017

From StarChaser Tony Bartilucci

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He said he made it in 2008-09.
Back when my music was user-friendly.
Now?

"Don't fuck around, 'cause when it's done, it's done!"
-Dr. Dre, "Animals"











~could he... be me?~

PHARRELL, AGAIN!!!


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This will be a hit.

Hamilton, for 3.

Holla at me, SktbrdP!





~could he... be me?~

The Faculty rises again...

I just got off the phone with Sha-leik.
We spoke about everything.
I can now say he's a friend.
It wasn't easy to diss him.
Or Em.
Or Jay.
Or Nas.
Drake is a target, but not easy to hit.
And I used to bully 50.

I don't lash out unless I'm attacked first.
And I felt threatened by Sha.
We worked it out.

Now, I have to make peace with ?uestlove and The Roots.
My psychic mouth is gonna get my ass kicked one day.

Peace to Sha-Leik and BabyEngineer.

Mary, stay sane.








~could he... be me?~

New music from SuperDaughter


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Pardon me.
LionBabe.
or...

LION BABE.

So much to be said about this record.
It's amazing.

I want to...
I hope you're my daughter.
And I hope she's your mother.

I'm gonna get us out of here.
If it's the last thing I do.

Okay.

Start your morning.












~could he... be me?~

You're the Man official lyrics


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(This song, as well as many others, is a Sha-leik/Boe/Jeff/Matt/le'Roy/Scooter/ANYBODY ELSE diss track; dead know why I have beef)

(verse 1)
Tell that nigga sit his jealous ass down! I'm a better, bad clown. Classroom slut, and his "hoes" (this hoe) put her head down. In the back of the class, like she was praying. Catholic school! Toppin' me off, no delaying! And I ain't talkin' 'bout Odelay-ing like Beck. I'm saying. I'm OD'in and I'm laying for some neck. This ain't the season to be playing for respect. What year is it? C, and I'm playing for the check. Damn. Check, nigga. Or, self-check. These niggas on the court ain't get no help yet! Steve Nash on Dreamcast. "He wasn't there." It's not fuckin' fair! So, we go to PS3 (get it?) and I BLACK!!! Wait. I said that on some other crap I put out, and it was hot (to this date). Nigga, I can ramble ALL FUCKIN DAY because I can sample ALL MARVIN GAYE and...

(hook)
You really got to prove
(if you can)...
I said, you gotta prove
That you the motherfuckin' man.
I'm standing with JUICE
In my motherfuckin' hand.
And even this juice
Says I'm the motherfuckin' man...

C'mon and talk to me...

(verse 2)
I see you noddin' ya head.
I gotchu noddin' ya head!
I know you noddin' ya head,
'Cause I can see ya!

And yeah, I wanna be ya. So when I say peace, it's not an onomato- and a chick we used to go to school with. So, please bruh. Please show me love, because I'm OD growing up. So what I'm choppin? It's something I adopted when trying to improve on my doctrine. Got the motherfuckin' crowd of Marvins saying "Wow! This is retarded! This guy's a Martian!" Yo, I'm wilding. I'm trying to be out the market. Think outside the box? I think like the guy who signed The LOX. When he first started smoking. Don't call me Puffy. Call me, "Yo! I'm tokin'!" Got Windows open like Alt. Press anyone on the top, and I'll talk. There's only four to talk to so "MARCH!" your ass to the principal's office. I'm a STALK.

(hook)
You really got to prove
(if you can)...
I said, you gotta prove
That you the motherfuckin' man.
I'm standing with JUICE
In my motherfuckin' hand.
And even this juice
Says I'm the motherfuckin' man...

C'mon and talk to me...

(verse 3)
Yo. When it come(s) to the hoes (hose), I'm FDNY. FDA said I was sexy and fly. That's a bold face lie. Control B! Now you can't control Bey! "Hoe!" says I. "WHOA!", says I. Don't mean to call you a hoe, but please remember this (is) off that old head of mine. And I thought I had a midwestern accent. I'm a lying bastard. Now catch THIS! *sample* "You're the ma-" Catch 22, but I'm two years above it, so fuck it. I'm rappin' in the booth. And that's the only thing that happens to be the truth. *belch* except for me belching this juice... Hawaiian Punch! Gotta get a trip to Hawaii. Give my nigga some lunch. Losing a little weight. With music, I can wait. I mean... I'm lying ONCE AGAIN, so what's my fate?

(hook)
You really got to prove
(if you can)...
I said, you gotta prove
That you the motherfuckin' man.
I'm standing with JUICE
In my motherfuckin' hand.
And even this juice
Says I'm the motherfuckin' man...

C'mon and talk to me...






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I said what I have to say.
So being cordial to any of y'all would be me being forgiving and fake.
Check to YOU ALL.







~could he... be me?~

Osiris -n- nem...

It feels like you rap through me.
To the spirits.
And if you speak through humans, you speak to me through StarChasers.

No, I do not have a ghostwriter.
I just vent and let the spirits dance through me.

I definitely shouldn't have posted this.

I don't want anyone rapping like me.

I have a technique, and I will show you when I deem you worthy.
Chris Young and Enjetic use it.

And I didn't want to show them.

Why can I NOT keep my mouth shut about my art(s)?




~could he... be me?~
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"Risk it all... risk it all..."

Zombie Apocalypse

Below is my 2014 collection of rough, lo-fi drafts.
You only got hi-fi in 2014, so stop crying in advanced.
These songs are EXTREMELY lyrical, and just as personal.
I'll post lyrics to them.
In the meantime, enjoy!






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~could he... be me?~

Lyteyears ahead of MCs...


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After Lyte, niggas just got wack.
I know how that go, cuz.
When you shut down a cypher and watch everyone try to go hard.

I still cypher, but ...
Things are different now.
I don't like sharing my energy with other MCs.

And cyphers are a sharing of energy.
And wisdom.

I'm out for now.

I have a long day today.








~could he... be me?~

Satan's Magic official lyrics



(verse 1)
I went from Christianity to the Gothic member of my family. I cannot remember if Amnesty and Anarchy reside with the same *A*. Meaning, do they have the same place that they start with? (SEGA) Either way, your heart is the target. Hard-hittin' with the smarts that I give. Hardly delivering garbage shit. Smart with the writtens, and this isn't written. It's just... Charles is a Marx-man (marksman) with the shit he's spittin'. Y'all niggas is retarded sayin' that I ain't living where the instrumental's hidden. Goin' hard with the rhythm. Y'all talk your shit, but I get 'em. Whoever's talkin'll get muted. Mad intelligent, but I get stupid with music.

(hook)
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.

Never believe this is not gold.

(verse 2)
I can't believe how dope I've gotten. So, I'm rotten. Spoiled. 'Cause (of) the fact I'm royal. Y'all niggas is toiletries and I'm showering... in mud. In blood. There is no need for you. I get love from the love I get (SEGA). So you can suck my dick. Sounds very passionate whenever I'm rappin', but this rappin' shit is forever in the trash can. The reason why is because I'm asking questions, knowing I should know it. Damn. Am I a poet or am I slowing down for the dummies? Trying to get money... what do you want from me? Niggas using up my magick lately. Leading to my sadness lately. Half as crazy is the fact they try to say they made me. But y'all already know Baby...

(hook)
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.

Never believe this is not gold.

(verse 3)
Alakazam! I make the beat disappear! If you wanna be like the beat, then listen here: Close your eyes, and then picture a year where I'm not spittin' it clear. That's where you'll live. Back in your wig (called your mind) goes the fact that I don't rap all the time. Keep that in your mind, because I'm focused now. Working smarter. Not harder. Leaving MCs martyrs. Niggas is dying for the cause of Charles trying. Y'all are not trying at all. Y'all are dying. Which is why I'm dying at y'all. 'Cause lying when you say you go harder than my rhymes. I'm trying hard! Going off. "OH MY GOD!" Can't nobody guard where I cross. This is my court. My sport. Look at what I taught. Y'all are listening to my thoughts while I sport.

(hook)
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.
Music is magick.
Don't ever let 'em say it ain't so.

Never believe this is not gold.













~could he... be me?~

Thursday, 8 June 2017

It's in her eyes...

So I just sent Simone (Marshall) a copy of "The L Word: Simone".
She probably won't listen.
Or will chastise me for giving her love while she has a man.

I don't even care at this point.

I pushed her TOO HARD and TOO FAR away, so...
It only makes sense I be on my Bobby Womack and miss the hell out of her while watching dirty movies.

And making music.

Music is all I do.

Music and Magick.

I'm still struggling to understand myself.
I'll find it, though.

As for Simone (ALL Simones, but specifically her), she holds a special place in my heart.

I don't think I'm gonna talk about her anymore.

Dude, you have a diamond (to her new man).
I wish you both a happy anniversary.

Time to find my own.

Or maybe I found her and I'm just not treating her right.

Hindsight is 20/20 vision.
But ...she's everywhere to me.

It's in her eyes.










~could he... be me?~

Play at your own risk...

All I want to do is smoke a joint and play the piano.
I know realize the power of being a musician.
You can say more on an instrument than you do on the mic.
I'm proud of my One album.
See the discography at the bottom of the blog.
My best piano skills, my best bars, my best production.

I could die RIGHT NOW and that album would be ahead of all.
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Like this.

I had very little to eat today.
I'm not sure how to go about my diet since the J Dilla bombs of 2012.
And I'm sure shit just gets worse from there.

Musically, I have nothing to worry about.
I just have to make some money.
And win.

I don't know how to win.
Never knew how to win.
Never won at anything.

The only victory I've ever had was signing a multi-million dollar deal.
Well, I guess you can count me finally releasing an album in the mainstream as a victory.

"I bit my tooth, on some stupid shit."
-Charles Hamilton, "Beginner's Luck"

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~could he... be me?~

After OVERWHELMING DEMAND: AtariDream5

CONCEPT:

A Gothic girl falls in love with a rock star.
The rock star feels she's using magick to get/keep him.
The Gothic girl feels he's using magick to keep/get him.
So he tries his best to convince her they were meant to be with each other.

Despite her beauty.
Despite his fame.

Despite Earth.

Despite Nintendo.

In the name of, but despite SEGA.

Check it out!





AtariDream5

AtariDream5

AtariDream5

AtariDream5









~could he... be me?~




(The Socratic Doomer, July 17th, 2017)

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

A soundbomb.


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If this record were to drop today, it would change music.
1996 was the best year in music.
We might have lost Tupac at that/this point, but Dr. Dre changed music with this record.

WAY BEFORE IT WAS READY.

I love you, Dr. Dre.

Take it easy on the boards.
Not said out of hate.

Get ready, SEGA.

You think you've seen the green grass so far?





"So far to go..."
-J Dilla















~follow the buzzards~

To Arm Wrestle Usher

I have a confession to make.
I was very disappointed in the outcome of "Hamilton, Charles".
Yes, true StarChasers purchased it.
And I thank you!
But I took a personal loss with the album.

And it sounded so good.

So creatively, I was discouraged from experimenting with sound and frequencies.

I decided to only put out one album this year because The Left ended with the Right Wing retail release of a Charles Hamilton project.

I have been watermarked and downloaded (or streamed) into your brain.

You have no choice but to have a firm opinion on me now.

Simultaneously, I have more listeners now.
So I have to come correct with anything I drop.

This year, I've been dropping soundbombs here and there.
Just to warn Soundboi and any other Clasher that I got joints.

But I been getting SWAMPED with requests for AtariDream5.
The first single is "Pitfall".
Below is the second single.
If StarChasers/people respond to this record the way it's being projected, I may have to break my one-album-this-year policy.

Much to the dismay of my family.
And the Imaginary Players.

Look here, bitches.
I'm putting you in front of the family I got closer to through the death of my mother.
All I want is your devotion.

With that said, enjoy!



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Let's do it.










~could he... be me?~

Monday, 5 June 2017

To YO ass...

I'm tired of thinking of you.
So, in shooting a video today.
For a song I'm on.
This song isn't about you.
Yes, you're my muse.
But you know how to control me, and that makes me uncomfortable.

So I'm keeping it moving.

It's not your fault.
Don't play the victim.
I just have to move on.
If you want me back, you'll let me know.




I'll be around.







~could he... be me?~

Foster homes

No one is real.
Not even the real ones.
Baddie, you're right.
I'm just a big baby.

But babies need attention, too!

Is it because I'm not dropping projects all day that I seem irrelevant?
I have a resolution for that.
On Facebook, I'm personally sending random unreleased projects to StarChasers.

Okay.
Here's what's really bothering me.

My grandmother is insistent on me selling my music.
As annoying as the notion is, she's right.
I've bared my soul for no cost.
Yet that's not what appeals to you.

You want to spend your money.
If it doesn't cost anything, it's not worth anything.
Right?

Fuck all those who agree with such a notion.

I am, however, going to be selling t-shirts.
I have a cool designer I'm going to be working with.

If that doesn't work out, KNOW that I followed and achieved my dreams and have nothing to look forward to.









~could he... be me?~

Sunday, 4 June 2017

Attn. Silver, Sonic, Shadow and Semaj (and if I'm Sonic, I'm horny)


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(verse 1)
I'll buy you a car with your name on it. 'Cause you "wanna put your name on it!". I'll fly through the stars with the game on it. 'Cause you wanna spit game to *it*. And make the game get on it. Hey. I'm sorry. It's a dangerous bond. When people say, "Hey! My mom was lookin' up to you and listening to you!" I'm like, "Dang. My mom I be lookin' up to and listening to! So we on!" But we ain't having Parent/Teacher Night. I be embarrassed when the night comes. 'Cause the right one probably is not even carrying the mic the way it needs to be. So *it* passes it to She. Who is She, and what is She to you? Probably your cousin. Or a lover. Nothin', if it's true... And that "nothin'" is basically "we not fuckin'" 'cause facing me means... your budget gotta be... me and you. Two.

(hook)
I love y'all to death.
Y'all be lovin' my stress.
And I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

All of the stress seems fallen to death,
'Cause I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I ain't lose my moment in the spotlight. I simply got blinded. And I thought Fame was... not right. So, I don't care about the Top 5. I say "hi" to my Top Guys (in their top hats), and I cock back my PsyGat and say "Hi! I hope you like *that*!" Hi George! Hi Dilla! Hi Jack! Then I climax in a chick who's so bad, that her thighs might crack if I hit it so bad. But a nigga's so rad, I can get an old character, get the digits, throw the blunt, then I hit the old class. Called the clouds. Even higher up. I need to be breathing something higher to get me up. But I don't even believe that I'm breathing. So I'm dying and lying when I say I'm breathing. 'Cause I am tryna nut. And basically, if you're as poetic as I get, my nut comes from my psy stuff. I'M UP.

(hook)
I love y'all to death.
Y'all be lovin' my stress.
And I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

All of the stress seems fallen to death,
'Cause I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

Playing on the congas. Probably the behind of my mama. I like to call her Bahama. She might be a Banana in her pajamas. I hope she don't think I only like her 'cause (of) her punana. 'Cause... the reason why is because she was an honor to even meet. I was being a DJ at an event where people were just meeting me and seeing me scratch for the first time. Now I'm calmer. I gotta be (probably) Dail Lama. Maybe Siddhartha. Baby, Gautama. Still won't go any further 'cause these niggas want problems. Then, they don't want problems. I'm not a stuntin' problem. But I'm something of a "problem" when I be robbin' niggas of they lyrical skills by saying I'm a calmer. Like I just said. Hating me would be karma. Karma's a bitch. I like her, because I'm ON her.

(hook)
I love y'all to death.
Y'all be lovin' my stress.
And I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

All of the stress seems fallen to death,
'Cause I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"

I love it when my pets say...

"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"
"Charles, come and pet me!"



Love yourself, SEGA.
And if you HAVE to give it up, FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF THEM.

(i left a surprise in your sex drive...)
















~could he... be me?~