Sunday, 16 July 2017

The Socratic Doomer

Here it is.


CONCEPT:

A young conspiracy theorist sees SEGA, works for Nintendo and believes in Atari.

DOOM is a real place.
To DOOM is a subconscious action.
It's like bullying.
A doomer subconsciously makes you feel inferior.
Only to cover their own insecurities.
Some can say fame is a doom.
Many have said love is a doom.

Am I a doom?







Enjoy!









~follow the buzzards~

Saturday, 15 July 2017

The Lil Wayne Takeover on EnterTheHamilton


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I am actually thinking about recording to "Run This Town".
It might be a very personal song.
Jay, if you're ready (aka: you down), you'll be ... impressed.

Thank you Lil Wayne for your endurance.
I hope you stay clean and focused.

And...

LIL WAYNE IS TAILS!!!









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New love for my StarChasers!!!


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HOW
THE
FUCK
DID
Y'ALL
FIND
THIS?!

WHAT IN THE WORLD?!
I HAVEN'T HEARD THE ORIGINAL VERSION OF THIS SONG SINCE 2008!!!





ENJOY, and understand that I can do this pop shit all day/night.
I'd rather be real with you.






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Friday, 14 July 2017

Can't you see?

They want you to binge watch television.
Air out your dirty laundry on social media.
Spend money on existential bullshit, to be like the artists and entertainers of whom you see do the same thing.
When doing the same thing.

I was gonna post this on Facebook, but I realized something.
I'm using someone else's forum to talk about things you "woke" people know "so much" about.
All the instruments of paranoia are out there, lynching all of us.

But you'd rather spend money to shut me up.

And I got it twisted.

Whatever.






The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017














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Cool Dracul official lyrics (and meaning!)


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(verse 1)
I got too much on my mind to get top. So mind the top. My mind got a lot of shots from people who USED TO mind the top. A lot of love has been given. A lot of love has been lost, but love is in the rhythm. I guess it's a love song. It could be a "roll-up-bud-and-get-your-puff-on" kind of song, but now I'm kinda wrong. 'Cause I don't get high no more. At least not from weed. Don't try to copy me. The worst influence. A virgin with music. But I get it in. Barry White style. Very right, right now. Lights out. Right now. I'm on the mic. Wow.

(hook)
I can see you in the daylight.
But that's the only time you play right.
So now it's too late.
Don't try to make it right
Because it's too late.

I see you.

(verse 2)
I gave niggas the world, they expected slavery again. Just a page for me to vent about. It's crazy how we living now. And I'm still living *down*. Niggas say I gotta start gettin down. Well I was in the bitch's mouth in your house! Nigga, now! And then I went to visit that OTHER chump, and all he wanna do is fuck and hump! And then some other chump tried to cross me and now he's calling me his darling... fuck all y'all niggas! Every last one of y'all suck! Get my balls up, puke get tossed up by people who know how awesome this whole shit could be, and there's no history for Hov and them niggas who been dissin me. Said it clear. Extra clear. Get to me.

(hook)
I can see you in the daylight.
But that's the only time you play right.
So now it's too late.
Don't try to make it right
Because it's too late.

I see you.

(verse 3)
I need a buddy system for the niggas who been patting my back and saying I should be in love with them. All y'all should get together. Hold hands. Say a prayer. 'Cause I'm a fuckin' nightmare! Hard to explain. Hard to exclaim! Hard to talk about all the blame... Hard to even call me to blame. Yo. It's hard. And I repeated myself. So broad, get on your job! Mad difficult to rap nowadays, but these cats act difficult with cats on the haze. They shouldn't be high to begin with. Leave weed to me. That makes me a dope sentence maker. The greatest. Fuckin' hater. And in my world, I'm the creator. My mother died, my father's on the other side, and I just wanna fuckin' vibe.

(hook)
I can see you in the daylight.
But that's the only time you play right.
So now it's too late.
Don't try to make it right
Because it's too late.

I see you.




~MEANING~


According to The Illuminati, I am a werewolf. There are two types of Illuminati members. Vampires and Werewolves. Vampires feed off the energy of others, while Werewolves give their energy. Ironically, I am a living vampire. Just because (when you join The Illuminati) you are considered a Vampire doesn't make you an actual vampire. My closest friends were exposed to such knowledge and tried to feed off of my energy and talent. Basically, they tried to become Illuminati members by using me.

AFTER I gave my wealth and position in The Illuminati to SEGA itself.

The people I was talking about (of whom you all know) are being exposed and cannot reenter my life. However, there is a chance they didn't do it. At the end of the day, being in The Illuminati ruined my life. But it's been a part of my life since I arrived on Earth.

~MORAL~

Don't let your desires distort and cloud your judgement.











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The misdiagnosis

(from wikipedia)


Dissociative identity disorder (DID), also known as multiple personality disorder (MPD),[1] is a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states. These states alternately show in a person's behavior, accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness. These symptoms are not accounted for by substance abuse, seizures, or other medical conditions, nor by imaginative play in children.[2] Dissociative symptoms range from common lapses in attention, becoming distracted by something else, and daydreaming, to pathological dissociative disorders.[3] Symptoms vary over time.[3]

Dissociative disorders, including DID, have been attributed to disruptions in memory caused by trauma or other forms of stress. Research on this hypothesis has been characterized by poor methodology.[4] An alternative hypothesis is that DID is a by-product of techniques employed by some therapists, especially those using hypnosis, and disagreement between the two positions is characterized by intense debate.[5][6] DID is one of the most controversial psychiatric disorders, with no clear consensus on diagnostic criteria or treatment.[5] No systematic, empirically supported definition of "dissociation" exists.[7][8] Diagnosis is often difficult, as the illness is frequently associated with other mental disorders. Differential diagnosis should consider malingering if the individual's principal concern is with financial or forensic gain or with the avoidance of obligations; and factitious disorder, if the individual's principal concern is with assuming a patient role.[2][5][9][10]

It is generally believed that DID rarely resolves spontaneously. In general, the prognosis is poor, especially for those with comorbid disorders. There is little systematic data on rates of the condition.[9] It is believed to affect between 1% and 3% of the general population, and between 1% and 5% in inpatient groups in Europe and North America.[10] DID is diagnosed more frequently in North America than in the rest of the world, and is diagnosed three to nine times more often in females than in males.[9][7][11] Rates of diagnoses increased greatly in the latter half of the 20th century, along with the number of identities (often referred to as "alters") claimed by people (increasing from an average of two or three to approximately 16).[7]

DID is also controversial within the legal system,[5] where it has been used as a rarely successful form of the insanity defense.[12][13] The 1990s showed a parallel increase in the number of court cases involving the diagnosis.[14] DID became a popular diagnosis in the 1970s, '80s, and '90s, but it is unclear whether the actual rate of the disorder increased, whether it was more recognized by health care providers, or whether sociocultural factors caused an increase in therapy-induced (iatrogenic) presentations. The unusual number of diagnoses after 1980, clustered around a small number of clinicians, and the suggestibility characteristic of those with DID, support the hypothesis that DID is therapist-induced.[15] The unusual clustering of diagnoses has also been explained as due to a lack of awareness and training among clinicians to recognize cases of DID.[16]
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Believing you are Charles Hamilton is a DISORDER.
BE YOURSELF.

THANK YOU SEGA!!!







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TSD on LSD

The support has been overwhelming for The Socratic Doomer.
A lot of people (especially those who have an advanced copy) feel this is my best work.
The rest are patiently waiting.
Understand that this album has been worked on since before my deal with Interscope.
A lot of wisdom is on it.
A lot of rage.
Some subliminals.
Some gamebreakers.

I'm not really sure if there are any party/mainstream joints.
Which is why there is no single.
But because this album is so different, I'm very insecure about it.
Yesterday's meeting didn't help.

I just got a song in my inbox from The Man of the Hour.
All I have to say is this:

Jack, you can survive ANYTHING.

Dilla, I UNDERSTAND YOU.
Don't let them (the instrumental).

George, your farts stink.
Start shittin on niggas.

And Daft...........
Yum.

My confidence has been bought (Hamilton, Charles).
Now my reality is coming to you ABSOLUTELY FREE.
Start getting your money up, because The Charles Hamilton Experience is going fiscal.






(the following blog post was edited for content by Nintendo)









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As The Scorpion Begins It's Libra

Okay, Mary Jane.
Let's weigh your pros and cons.
I get reflective when we're together.
Then I get ultra depressed.
I get creative when we're together.
Then I doubt the creativity.
I see SEGA.
Then I feel evil.

You're a depressant.
I don't need you to be as depressed as I am.
So why do I smoke you?

Because you've brought me joy in the past.
And you've brought others joy in my presence.

It's probably not even worth having this discussion.
There are no shortcuts in smoking weed.
You're either going to do it or you're not.
I think I'm at the point where I have seen most of what everyone else has or has yet to see, and I just need another way to vent.

I know what I have to do.
There may be no such thing as having long term good highs.
Every high is different, even if the drug is the same.
Certain drugs have harder effects than others.
I don't want to lose this mind of mine.

I'll be around.










~follow the buzzards~

Arm Wrestling

You gave me this power to divide my people.
Now it is an incentive to mistreat me.
You also made it possible for people who look like you to deny who I am.

I don't want this shit.
I just want to make music.
And create.

But I'm here.
With this power.
And the ability to teach many.

All I need is a way to support myself while I'm still on earth.

I'll get there.

But if I have to get there off the backs of others or through the bloodshed of those I love, I will walk away.

Looks like I have much more learning to do, after all.






~follow the buzzards~

Out on a limb...

FUCK Vivendi/Viacom/Universal/Sony.
SEGA is FOREVER.
Sonic is FOREVER.

FIVEVER to be clear on the current state of affairs.

I'm tired of biting my tongue.

You guys will probably NEVER hear me on the radio, now...

SEGA, I believe in YOU.
Sonic, I believe in YOU.

I am not interested in the things of this world.

With that said,

The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017





Then I "got to make a living..."









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Bar-ma-geddon

According to my psychic medium, the world may end before the release of The Socratic Doomer.
This might not help, but...
If you pledge your love for me loudly and boisterously, perhaps the spirits of Ancient Egypt will allow the world to continue spinning.

If it's even in their hands.
It could be all up to Harlem.
And The Bronx.
And Brooklyn.
And Queens.
And SI.
And Cleveland.
And Los Angeles.
And Atlanta.

Act like you love me, and shit will get less ugly.

So mote it be.





July 17th, 2017








~follow the buzzards~

Loafers from Sketchers

My confidence is in my subconscious.
My subconscious is being eroded.
Therefore, my confidence is fading.
But it always happens like this.
Right around now is when I start recording epic music.
Did I overdo it this year?

Then again, I thought I overdid it in 2012.
2013.
2014.

All I have to do is believe in myself.

But then there's God.
And the other gods.

My mother might've known I was going through this.
My grandmother might know, too.
When do I defend myself against subconscious attacks, on the surface?
Because it's being done in the subconscious, it's hard to tell HOW to do it.
The subconscious is in the mind.
I dwell as the surface.
So whoever controls the mind controls the subconscious.


With that said, I'm going to be even more quiet now.
I am worth more than the company I wish to keep.
All for a high I can get on my own.

Time for me to face whatever music is playing.
Even if it's my voice.
But what happens when I can't remember every lyric?

Why am I so negative?

Well, I have the answer for that.
It's just not wise for me to share.

Anymore.






~follow the buzzards~

The grand breakdown.

So yesterday was a key meeting with management.
I played them some new music.
They said, "Its good, but is it great?"

It's not that I don't like my music.
It's just different.
And self-depreciative.

You won't get the most arrogant persona in my newer music.
To be honest I wasn't always arrogant.
I was reckless (AS HELL), but the more music I made the more monkish I got in my demeanor.

So I ask.
What is great?











~follow the buzzards~

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Hunger Games

Whenever I get hungry, I smoke a cigarette.
Been this way since 2008.
Maybe slightly before.

Moral of the story: eat when you're hungry.

So Simone is engaged.
It's official.
I let her get away.
Now I have NO CHOICE but to move on.
This is like Wendy and the guy from The Sandlot.
I took a huge risk and... got embarrassed.

At least some good music came of it.

But to be real, we were volitale.
I did too many drugs for her.
She was too borjious (sp.?).
The sex was incredible, but not enough to keep us from drifting.
We honestly hardly ever spoke.

But she's a Simone.
And I am THE Charles Hamilton.

Maybe one day in the future it'll be us again.
I shouldn't have even reached out.

Whatever.
Just like y'all, on to the next one.

I'm treating Bayonetta poorly.
I'll just focus on music, magick and her.

In the meantime...







The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017






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Wednesday, 12 July 2017

NYSOM


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This video and the artist will remain a mystery until you ALL acknowledge the pain and power of being a New Yorker.

Google Search FBA Management.

WHAT UP, JEHR!!!!!!!














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Family gems.

Today, on his birthday, my dad Hamiltonized me.

There's nothing like it.






The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017

"Don't ask my neighbor..."













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Pharrellephant stomping.


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I'm off the market.

(after a few views)

I'm back on the market.



Jimmyyyyyyy... STOP DOING THIS TO ME!!!








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It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!


It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!It was intentional!!!

I love you, Brownie!













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Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Shore One official lyrics (from 2012)


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"I dig my toes into the sand..." Hip-Hop knows that I'm the man. I get my soul from under the 'Land. Now who is the man who's under The Man? I gotta pick up my shoes and then get as fly as dudes when they be spittin' rhymes but... no. (That's now how I *do it* to get fly) I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid to die alone. But I'm not afraid of dying a Lome in this guys home (extra curve). Pardon me for mispronouncing "alone", but I can't pronounce anything I own. I mispronounce. Therefore, getting on this bounce (especially after I produced it) means "Get down! Look around! And see a chick who's kinda like my book; on the ground."

(hook)
I'm just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
She's just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
We're just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber, it's the way you make me feel.
I fall...

(verse 2)
I'm dead being honest, y'all. From the head I'm just honest, but... every time I fall (in love), my honesty sucks. Just imagine if I had Jamarris and a chick who's... quite possibly on the side of me. Yuck. The shit could be some kind of tough luck. Or love. Because they all leave. And they're all Autumn. And they all fall for me. But these waves of grain stay in my brain. And she stays by my side, just to complain. She's not my bride. She's not a dame. I'm just lying when I say I'm lame. And that's what she'd say. And these days, she'd say, "Please stay" when I wanna hang up. When I'm tired of arguing. But this is not an arc. It's just two hearts... being twins.

(hook)
I'm just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
She's just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
We're just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber, it's the way you make me feel.
I fall...

(verse 3)
I blocked you out of my brain to remain sane. 5th grade, wish I did the same thing. You were not there as someone who I'd care for, but you were exactly who I cared for. Therefore, the love I wish to share with you, is near the floor. The bottom of my heart. My heart got rocks in it, and I'm stoppin' it when it wants to depart. I wanna share this same broken heart with you. I hope my heart is true and focused when looking at you. You lookin' at me. Now... look what we can do when we're free. We're of age. The love age. Justice phase. Now who wants to disrupt it by reading it wrong? And I don't care if I gotta see you in a thong.

(hook)
I'm just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
She's just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
We're just
Standing on the shore,
Waiting for a hippie to call.
Amber, it's the way you make me feel.
I fall...

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Dedicated to my elementary school crush, Amber Stewart.
I've always been in love with you.
Thank you for spending time with me in 2012.
I needed you.
You were there.
I love you.

I'll be around.














~follow the buzzards~

A million waves

So it's obvious I watch porn.
Hence the "Lacey Duvalle" song.
I also have a horrible masturbation problem.
It keeps me from leaving the house.
Or being seen.

Here's the thing:
I actually catch feelings for the porn stars.
I use my SamplingSense to communicate with them.
And they react!
So special shouts to Dee Baker, Jada Fire, Havana Ginger and a few others.

But





Milian Blu takes my depression away.
I think she's doing it for me.
Literally.
Like... she seems to get into it, knowing I'm watching.

Lacey does this thing where she just LOOKS at me.
Milian has a way of making love to her partner as if he's me.

This could all be in my head.

At the same time, so are all of you.






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"Too bright for light, too fly for wings..."
-Charles Hamilton, "The Desired Answer"







Work with me, people.
I'm not used to being an Ancient Egyptian Dimepiece.



I'm just ........





Who am I?










~follow the buzzards~

Anything.

Find it.
It's hiding.
It has anything you want and need.
But it doesn't want you.
So don't touch it.

What it wants doesn't want it.
So fuck it.
But don't touch it.
Don't fuck it.
Leave it alone.

One of these days, it will find it's own worth.
There has to be more to this life than it.
It's alone.

It's alone.

It's alone.







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Merlin's Miraclez: the entry

I'm listening to it right now.
I really outdid myself.
The conditions I was recording in were bittersweet.
And of course, no one wants to talk about it.

I sent shots at both Drake and Hov, directly and FINALLY.
SO MANY MCs have sent shots my way.
Or tried to rap from my perspective.
Including Jizz Khalifa.
With my luck, he probably came up with that name with the intentions of being called Jizz Khalifa.

Fuck him.

Not jealousy.

Niggas know why I don't like him.

After I go see my lady in Cali, I might just cut my hair.
What am I doing this shit for?
Who am I trying to represent/make proud?
My "family" thinks I should cut my hair.
Dress better.
Get fly.
Look like I have money.

For who?





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Mass masks

When you come up with a groundbreaking idea, it's always your inspiration to dead you.
Fight through it.
I want to DJ.
I don't want to DJ pop/popular music.
I have several sets.
Nothing is stopping those who've inspired me, unless what they play is by obligation.
I only want to communicate through music and sound.

I keep getting reminded that I need money.
At the same time, here I am providing the galaxy with free music.
Good, free music.
I guess I need a plaque or something to get some credit.

My problem in school was that I was a know-it-all.
You could blame The Illuminati for that.
My roots with them go deeper than weave tracts in money hungry grandmothers.
But I still don't know shit.

I want to be a passive bully.
I want to be a bull.

I want to be a bear.

Fuck playing victim.
I will be the worst devil you've ever come across.
One day.







The Socratic Doomer 
July 17th, 2017





I'm not fucking around.












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Monday, 10 July 2017

Exploited Black Teens

like this.
Stop trying to fuck Nicki and Beyoncé.
Stop summoning God to have sex with her.
Stop ignoring Satan as you sin.

Respect the spirits of Ancient Egypt.

Now.

Don't try to be nice to me NOW, since 4:44 puts a casual spotlight on my hermitual lifestyle.
I will never forget (OR FORGIVE) the disrespect.
And I REFUSE to believe Jack Splash is the reason why I'm hated.

J Dilla, stay true.

Ima see you, Georgie.

I can go on.

I think 10 days from now is when The Socratic Doomer drops.
Few have heard it.
Fewer have survived.
But it's a LIT fucking album.

And I'll be DAMNED if you faggots/dykes/hoes/pricks call it wack.
I put EVERYTHING into this album.
I should've just NOT DROPPED ANYTHING after Loud And Wrong.
But because I was so fient out for love and EgyptianSunWorship (seeing as how I AM THE SUN), I spent countless hours making beyond impressive music.

I know how good the album is.
I know how much ground I covered.
But I'm not gonna get cocky.

When you're cocky, you get sucked.




#illuminativampires
#meettherealdeal

There is a difference between rap and WRAP.

I WRAPPED RAP.
Anything said before I say it is bullshit and will be destroyed once I open my mouth to speak.

Tyler, I dead ass fuck with you.
If you're bi, I'm asexual.

Fuck anything.
Fuck everything.

Sonic, it's you and I.
We got this.

"And if you leave me, I will go insane..."

Jay-Z can drop Egyptian/6 secrets all he (might) want (to).
I got the biggest gift ever.

(Taps soul)

Right the fuck here.

"You're gonna have to remove me... 'cause I ain't goin' nowhere..."
-Danjahandz


















The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017






After this, you hustlin ass minorities can peep game for $9.99.





Remember.
It was ELVIS who said "Niggas ain't worth nothin' but shinin' my shoes and buyin' my records."

And you want to spend your money on music after that?!




Fuck you.
Pay me.











I keep they heads ringin'...













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Sunday, 9 July 2017

D Sharp Major official video


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I think I posted this.
The song was unintentionally left off of Please Listen To My Memo 2: Poisonous Post-Its.
It got some spins though (here in NYC).
Happy to hear it.

I can't wait to spin around the city.
It's a quiet day, but I'm having fun preparing for the July release.







I truly hope you guys enjoy this.

A LOT of work went into it.






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Maxwell Smart pt. 2 official video


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I don't know how I missed this one!
Markus came through with another dope visual.

I've been getting rave reviews about my "AStolenThankYou" video.
The "thank you" is there, it's just stolen.
And repackaged in the form of "4:44".

Whatever, says I.






The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017









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The StarChaser Ear Test


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Which record did I sample this on?
Have a blast.





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Friday, 7 July 2017

Unfair Vanity


My fro is growing in strong!
I love it.
My wool made hair is certain to bag me a Magdeline!

Alas, I am reminded.
The very event that made me a scarred star is now visible.

That's right, James Hamilton.
You made me a star!
Feel proud.

Asshole.

Now.
What to do about this gaping hole in my head...







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Thursday, 6 July 2017

Pads for bleeding.

J Dilla ASSASSINATED 10cc's "The Worst Band In The World".
No question.
No one should touch another 10cc record.
I've tried.
I had fun.
But at this point, doing so is J Dillaspheme.

I'm listening to the beat right now.

Damn, this nigga blacked.

The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017




Ask your questions now.












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Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Just another CH pop song.


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I can do these all day.
I did this today.
Already.
Right.
Righteous.

Radio DJs, feel free to spin this.
StarChasers, insist this record get spun.

This is SONICALLY, LYRICALLY and RHYTHMICALLY what is being asked of me.
Just without the samples.

I have fun making party music.
I just want to be the DJ.

Holla at me, nightspots!










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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Happy 4th, Beautiful Stranger(s)

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This is NOT on The Socratic Doomer.

You may get it.
If you even want it.

But it's an L Word.

So it's real.

#tooreal
#userfree
#clr











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Saturday, 1 July 2017

Suicidal Shootouts official lyrics




Yeah.

How I'm feeling.
How I'm feeling.

The Socratic Doomer coming soon.

I just wanna share some shit, once again.

Here we go...


(hook)
Maybe I don't know what everybody knows.

But all the things I know could end this fucking globe.

Don't play with me.
All I ask is don't play with me.

(verse 1)
It's time that I start revealing some of me, since some of y'all ain't feelin' me this Summer. Maybe it's because I'm still a wonder. Maybe it's because I'm still a runner. Kept it so real before, but niggas ain't feel me. So, some more! And if they must explore, I bust they jaw. Fuck a lot of niggas. Bitches, suck them off. And if they still want it, "What the fuck is it for?!" Niggas is soft 'cause they buckin' at Charles. Nothing but another option. Trying to live with these motherfuckers "poppin'" and "crackin'", in the same bracket as hotness. But I get it in when I spit. Regardless of who's the target. I ain't even gotta be hard, nigga. 'Cause Charles exists. And I am The Sun. Get your lungs up to this.

(hook)
Maybe I don't know what everybody knows.

But all the things I know could end this fucking globe.

Don't play with me.
All I ask is don't play with me.

(verse 2)
Rumble in the Jungle when a nigga get the heat! I HAD BEEF WITH HOV, BOE AND SHA-LEIK! Couple niggas wanna "beef" in my sleep. That goes for that nigga Drake. In his face. Peace! So it ain't snitching. I'm just living with they('re) indecision in my system. Forget it. I don't need no Ritlin or Haldol. Just go off the top like Calgone. When you see the surface is clean, basically you're working with me. For certain, B(ey). And these niggas is jerks to me. And all the FanHate is hurtin' me! But y'all still showin' love. Just gotta get some dollars. Not a scholarship. I just gotta holla at a white chick for a couple dollars out her purse. Make it work. Make her squirt. Then I'm out of a verse.







See you soon.
















~follow the buzzards~

Friday, 30 June 2017

The countdown begins...


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Check the bars.








~follow the buzzards~

Cubana Lust on the mic.

Just stripping myself.
All I do is strip myself.
I have found many layers of my existence.

INCLUDING Sonic the Hedgehog.

Everyone has STH in them.

LITERALLY.

Look it up.

#Google

I don't want to spend too much time talking about Jay's new album.
It was a good listen, I did hear some of my influence, but No ID is influential on his own.

Now.

I want to drop a single off of The Socratic Doomer, but I ...didn't really record the album with a single in mind.

I have a few bouncy records on there, but this album is stone serious.

At this point, however, I'll just wait until the 17th.

It's worth the wait.








~follow the buzzards~

3 of my biggest influences


We got some classic summers together.
Shouts to Jeffrey and DeJune.

And Faith.
Doriann ruined my chances with Faith.

It was love, I guess.


~follow the buzzards~

Wheel would will, when winning wonders.


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I took myself out of the will of God.
When times got rough, I denied God.
I'm just gonna have to deal with that knowledge for the rest of my life.

However, I kept faith in SEGA.
Despite our nine-ly visible turmoil.

I always thought this song was saying "the WHEEL of God".
I kept Tarot very close to me for that reason.

I should've kept my mom close.

J Dilla forever.









~follow the buzzards~

Thursday, 29 June 2017

New music from Sarob Ali


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He will be on "Don't".

So.
BLACK PEOPLE!

Do we impeach Trump?













~follow the buzzards~

The [divine] Official


God just granted me permission to worship ^.
Do you know who he is?

He saved my life.

Mr. Yancey, before I go into how much I live for you and love you, I want to thank Eminem for opening my mind.

But you opened it before I even heard of him.

I thank you for allowing me to believe in a higher plateau of living and thinking.

I feel like a king thanks to you.

I thank God for you.
I thank SEGA for you.
I gave Nintendo to you.

Turn this mutha OWT!





I'm out, y'all.







The Socratic Doomer
July 17th, 2017

Could this be the final free release?

Your financial contributions are welcome.

charleshamiltonreturns@gmail.com
















~follow the buzzards~

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

God Exists official lyrics


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(verse 1)
On some honest shit? Some Gothic shit? God exists, and I popped her lips with my dick. She was in the cockpit, driving a nigga straight to the stars. Then I did something straight up bizarre. Let them guys with eyelids peep my blueprints. BUT I WASN'T EVEN MOVING! Why am I taking the blame? How am I breaking the game? I'm just being me. My charm. My personality. My right arm ain't got a Pink Panther. But I'm still hurting battles with each drop that I give the beat. Hip-hop gotta listen to me. 'Cause it's not pop. The shit is free.

(hook)
Give your praise to The Lord.
Then give praise up to 4.
There is more.
There is more.
Hallelujah!

(verse 2)
Grandmaster Hamilton! Stand back while I masturbate on this track! Hold up! I zipped up my sack. So, any bad bitch, come and get that! Rockin' the UFOs like SEGA. Bayonetta, play with forever with me. May I rest in your kidney as Hennessey. Forever we can get so deadly, Miss Me. Because you miss me, Mrs. Me. And you're missing me with your missles. Can you be Mrs. Mrs. Me? Married to the Mrs. Me that I dropped before I missed thee with the missle that I kiss thee with. Idiot is how I describe me, but you kiss my lips.

(hook)
Give your praise to The Lord.
Then give praise up to 4.
There is more.
There is more.
Hallelujah!

(verse 3)
I make God bite her bottom lip. Thinkin' 'bout me when I get on top of it. She obviously is attracted, but lately I been into magick. And she is seeming as if she got to have it. And if I'm magick, damn. I had it. I just wanna smash it. Fall back from it. It got chapped lips. I'm fuckin' with you. (looks at Satan) You gotta bite your bottom lip, too. Because I gotta get with you, my boo! My voodoo is painless. I'm too true with my stainless. Blasting from my 9 on the mic. And cats gotta design in their mind what kind of 9 that they like when it's blasted at them. Faggot ass cats can't rap again.

(hook)
Give your praise to The Lord.
Then give praise up to 4.
There is more.
There is more.
Hallelujah!








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The sample is from the sexually ambiguous John Nintendo.















~follow the buzzards~

Monday, 26 June 2017

"...this is something YOU need to hear!"

Rape is nothing new in the Black community.
That doesn't make it right.

The biggest (specifically Black) celebrities were raped to get where they are.
Sometimes the calculated risk becomes more than one can bargain for.
The end result is devilish.

I grew up with the saying, "You can't serve two masters."
Being good at something doesn't make you a master.

Try not to masturbate.
For the sake of your enjoyment of anything else.

I'll be around...










"Hey, Charlie!"

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










66
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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?~