Run this town.

VinylPop, Inc.

The Charles Hamilton Brand

3D Music

The Charles Hamilton Record Label

AwkwardArt

The Charles Hamilton photo/video company

MusicArt

The Charles Hamilton multimedia conglomerate

WuvvyDuvvyWorld

Any conglomerate obtained, but not started by Charles Hamilton

StarChasers

YOU

I have nothing to do with Demevolist Music Group, BurkeHill Management, Noizy Cricket! (thought I came up with the name), or any company ran by individuals as noted in previous contexts.

I run Apple, Google, and any other conglomerate I am the face of Pro-Bono (free).

I am looking to change these things in 2k20.

SEGA forever.

I am Atari.

~*captivating*~

The Rise...

The label.

Sleepers will join the fallen.
"The Lakers will move it back outside..."

~*captivating*~

A slight dose of my opinion.

Revival is criminally slept on.
So is Encore.
As he grew, he got more complex as a lyricist.
And his taste in music became more refined.

The reason most of you don't like Revival is because Dr. Dre isn't the lead producer on it.
Kamikaze is a bunch of YouTube beats.

But yeah.
Revival shows that Em has great taste in music (beat selection), but his skill is almost beyond the encapsulation of music.
The lyrical content on this album is brilliantly dark.

It's sad that the overview is "Em has to go back on drugs" to make a classic album.

I have to stop here, because if you knew what I knew, you'd praise him on sight.

Eminem is a guitar.
Jay-Z is a sax.
Nas is a piano.
Rakim is a DJ's MC, but is THE GOD MC at being so.

As far as modern MCs, NBA Youngboy has potential.
My new roommate plays his stuff all the time, so I somewhat had to listen.
But he isn't as bad as he sounds.

I like Kodak Black, 21 Savage is dope...

No one holds a Bic to my man Anderson. Paak, though.

Unrelated, I went to the FDA Alumni Day.
I didn't see a lot of the traditional --Aliens, but I did see a new generation of beautiful, future-ready young females of whom I can "graduate" to FDAliens.
I sincerely hope everything is alright with every FDAlien to grace the halls.
It was good seeing Mr. Montiero, I made peace with Mr. Harris (despite early reports), hugged Ms. Yamusa (YAMUSA! lol), and interrupted Mr. Murphy's class.
Felt good doing all the above.

Back to my opinion.

Goats are often slaughtered.
Acknowledge the GOATS before it's too late.
Realize that this generation is UNAWARE of grooves and lyricism.
They don't dance no mo'.
All they do is this (starts bouncing around frantically).

Be back on later.

And yeah.
There's new music.

~*captivating*~

Its complicated.

I dont even want to get into the details of this relationship.
Neither of us are to blame, by default.

3rd Eye Magic (w/ Chris Young) no longer exists.
I wish him success in whatever he does, but I have no interest in working with him.

Enjetic, an MC from Long Island, convinced me to do a joint project with him, despite my insistence that I recorded my final works.
Now he wants me to produce a whole EP for him.
It's not that I can't say no.
People just dont accept no from me.

Columbine Gang.

I am planning on a listening party/DJ set for Secrets and Privacy.
And i hope to get the album out by 4/20.
Many things are going on, including a congressional run and a potential record deal.
I'm maintaining.
Just frustrated at how "real niggas" act.

I'm gonna spend today organizing my music.
I might make a beat.
Its just weird looking for things to do when you've completed doing what you love.

*~captivating~*

In a relationship

It's not as complicated as she makes it.
In a cave, could be in a grave, FileSave.
I'm sorry for scaring you.
Say sorry fo... you did.
Im sorry again.

VSDiamond is my new heroin.
I'm gonna need help leaving her alone.

If possible, stay tuned.

~*captivating*~

The Cost of Freedom official lyrics

CH.

Jay Dee.

Always memorable.

Always a moment.

Tell me the cost to be a boss. Let me know, Boss Man. 'Cause I ain't got nothin' that I'm offering. Except my hand in the jar. Now you mad, 'cause your man is afar. The distance. I keep it ajar. Like keeping a jar of "keepin' a secret for y'all." Getting heated while I'm high. The reason I'm high. (

"Let your dollar circulate...") The best congregation if you not hating. Believe it's like dating your favorite chick. Met her back in the day. Can't get away from them chicks. Gotta get to the chips immediately if I wanna have them freaks with me. How often can a nigga "go" to get the "chips"? How lost can y'all get with the 'fro? Is it so "awesome" that the chips is what gotta go for y'all to get it? No comical. I stand up on a date. For myself and for who I love. And that should be enough. Cryin' 'cause there ain't enough bucks. Not really crying, just telling y'all where the love is. ("Let your dollar circulate...") See it in your *eyes*. When it becomes, don't forfeit. Get more of it.

To be free.

What does it cost to be free?

To be free.

How much you want to be free?

Does it cost to be free?

Yes it does.

You believe.

What does it cost?

A couple of barks. Why aren't y'all talking to me? The thought wasn't free. A penny for your thoughts and I'm offering freedom. Talk for the cheese. Say cheese for the cheese. Now, you lost your teeth. You mad at the offense? Fuck destiny, get back with the talkin'! Off with the chalk. Who are you learnin' from? Offense! Robbery of fortune. No stoppin' me unfortunately. The Boss is scorching the microphone, and the mic belongs to me. Because my freedom led to love, and love led to an exodus of what was just. Teaching my sons, but beating myself up. "DO NOT BECOME! Be a better man. Do what needs to be done for the cheddar, and, on the way... don't be a sucker, though. ("Let your dollar circulate...") You see how I didn't fuck up but so much until I met a sucker. And now I want to cut his throat. Y'all know so much..."

What does it cost to be free?

To be free.

How much you want to be free?

To be free.

What does it cost to be free?

How much you want to be free.

I know you want to be free.

How much does it cost...

to be me?

And do me...

how I do.

Jay Dee.

~*captivating*~



(apparently the song isn't available on YouTube, so I might drop it on SoundCloud; I love you, Jay Dee)

Remarkable.

Update: Here is the YouTube link.

Titles

I'm sure you've noticed the pattern of my songs having titles with a context of their own.
I somewhat sampled the idea from DJH2.
He has very creative titles for his beats.
My titles are more critical thinking-based than creative, but I definitely add creativity to them.
To my credit, my titles have always been off-kilter.
I just added more charm to them after meeting a like-minded individual like Josh.

In the last 5 or so years, I've been trying to find a creative surname.
A way to address myself when I'm brainstorming on how to be a better individual.
Grandmaster Hamilton debuted in 2017 on @SEGA.
The Magus (as a title for myself) hasn't been explored, but is in existence.

The Remarkable
The Phenom

I think I'll just stick with DJ Chrls Hmltn.

It was (at first) DJ Quicksilvr (2012).

But yeah.
After watching ?uestlove at Low End Theory (LA), I was inspired to carry myself as... somewhat the Jidenna of Turntablizm.
I been spinnin since 2010 (pre-jail), and have experience curating since around 7th grade.
I love the artform.
Not just as a performer, but as an individual.
It's my new form of therapy.
lol I've been saying that for almost 10 years now.

I have a deck, but I scratch off my laptop.
I can do that.
That makes me feel good.

With all of what I can do creatively, it's only right that I step into the arena of Relevance with a surname that make my forename feel good about itself:

DJ

I am DJ Charles Hamilton, Jr.

It's like Mr., or Dr.

Remember Prof. Francis?

I was trying to Dr. Dre myself.

Prof. Hamilton.

But being a professor of sorts is another record in my crates.

I like to think of myself as an elemental DJ.

Cut faster!

Faster!

Vi-Villain.

~*captivating*~      

[this post was written while listening to this Audible Doctor instrumental]

I didn't forget.

The Republican Party may all die of cancer.
Democrats are facing Alzheimer's.

Impeached, defeated or reelected, dropping Election Day 2020.

Nintendo must fall.

I see you, Mr. Hobby.

~*captivating*~

Boils official lyrics

It's a lonely path to the ring.

Follow the buzzards.

(verse 1)

I allow words to take control. Then I take their soul. Rape them cold. Away they go, knowing they stay in my mind. Frozen. Playing in time. Golden. Like a grave of mine when I'm open to say the rhymes to have you focused on the poetry that I locust. Biblically speaking, my lyrics are creepy. Niggas don't need me, so they go back to the old MCs (with their Kodaks). Nice 'fros, nice chains, nice whips. (I) like it all, but my brain is the shit. I pay attention in the midst of it all. And in the myst of it all, I'm mixing it *proper*.

(hook)

Where the match at?

Where the match at?! 

Where the past at?

 Where the past at?!

Where the match at?

Where the match at?! 

Where the past at?

 Where the past at?!

I am high!

In my house!

I am Genius!

I'm in love.

(verse 2) 

I-N-Telligent. Fine then. Guys get celibate when I climb in. My possession is my question(s). Can't get inside them when I rhyme reckless. I gave it all away. Got it back. "Say it, Charles! Today! You must remain the guy who can touch the frame of the sky and then aim at goodbye... and remain THIS guy!" Still with the stainless on my... h-i-p. Tellin' everyone I got HIV so they won't stay by me. Make them sick at my crazy shit. On every level I'm the baby, bitch. I came out of YOUR womb. And I'm talking to God. And she's forcing it, too.

(hook)

Where the match at?

Where the match at?! 

Where the past at?

 Where the past at?!

Where the match at?

Where the match at?! 

Where the past at?

 Where the past at?!

I am high!

In my house!

I am Genius!

I'm in love.

(verse 3)

I'm connected to a higher power. Like Jay. When he was referring to ConEdison back in the day. But only people who NYC can pay understand. Run it again. Let it play everyday in your yesterday. Which is your memory. Hope you remember me. I'm standing right by you like Hennessy. I need a little ice in my Hennessy. Ice (ICE) in The Bayou won't remember thee. Because it's too hot. The conditions. The Problem is trippin'. Off of the top, I got them noddin' and trippin'. The hottest position I could live in. No opposition. Competition. I'm feelin' like Bray. On a Friday. The day before. But say I'm RAW.

(hook)

Where the match at?

Where the match at?! 

Where the past at?

 Where the past at?!

Where the match at?

Where the match at?! 

Where the past at?

 Where the past at?!

I am high!

In my house!

I am Genius!

I'm in love.

Thank you Vince, Steph, Bray, -Taker and many others for the constant inspiration and motivation. You guys have no idea how much you've helped me develop. I love WWF/WWE, admittedly watched WCW and am very ECW/NJPW with music. Thank you, once again.

~*captivating*~

Two new baby names

This probably won't be a stable like #TeamNightmare and #TheTomorrow5, but definitely in the same vein as #ForcesOfNature and #Libra. #FON I announced, but Libra is Lite (daughter, heavy set) and Heavy (son, jock).

My two new names for children are...

Storie (daughter)

and

Novel (son).

Storie's gonna be like Melissa Joan Hart and Novel's gonna be like Neil Patrick Harris.

I'm not sure if my children are gonna be white (no homo or weird shit), but I grew up being called white most of my life.
It means sophisticated.
I'm gonna work hard to keep Storie and Novel refined.

#Teamsters, #Cinco, Daddy loves you soooo much.
I just want to be in your life more.

#Forces, we'll find you a mother.
#Libra, same with you guys.

I'm almost Shawn Kemp with my unborns/speculated-to-be-alives.

The sperm donor of polygamy, it seems.

Love.

~*captivating*~

My balls nipping at your nose...

My Brain Is Alive + Well Isn't This Awkward hit streaming services on some Christian-ly Pagan Holiday coming up.#TheGrinCHThatStoleExMas

— 2020 Hamilton (@charleshamilton) December 1, 2019

*~captivating~* 

in progress.

~*captivating*~

A Hamilton Mixvid

*~captivating*~

A-keep ouin! A-yadone stahp!

*~captivating~*

Post-Apocalyptic [International] Holiday Schedule

January:

1whenever Day (Jan. 1st)

King Day (Jan. 15th)

First Mathers' Sighting (Jan. 23rd)

February:

Dillatopia Day (Feb. 10)

VDay (Feb. 14)

Mathers' Day (Feb. 23)

March:

Devil's Reunion Day (Mar. 6)

Biggietopia Day (Mar. 9)

CHMama's Day (Mar. 17)

April:

Good Humor Day (Apr. 1)

Eastern Conference Finals (2nd Sun. in Apr.)

A Day To StarChaser (4/20)

May:

A month to prepare for the rest of the year/recap the year passed/passing

June:

Purge Day (Jun. 6)

July:

Cocaine Day (Jul. 4)

August:

Rush Holiday (Aug. 11)

ReGenesis Day (Aug. 14)

September:

2Pacalypse Now (Sept. 7)

October:

CH's birthday (Oct. 31)

November:

Western Conference Finals (Nov. 10)

December:

2whenever (Dec. 21-31)

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The strike continues.

*~captivating~*

The Window of Harriet Winslow

I've been releasing music, with no "machine"-based promotion or public fanfare, for free, for a little over a decade. Dare I call it peer-pressure, but I got in the music business more than once. I have not benefited in any way, shape or form. Others have, and to this day do not show appreciation or support. What I was able to get for myself was either stolen or "lost".

No matter who I am on paper (from Charles Hamilton Houston to Charles Hamilton the "rapper/super-producer"), I do not and have not made money from my music business "opportunities". I have a legitimate lawsuit against MANY, from embezzlement to defamation of character. Such details are why I am a "different" person. Yes. I have done and said insulting things. And all of what I said and did was in defense of this (labeled) borderline child who became a man named Charles Hamilton. With NO ONE else in defense. The ONLY other defender is no longer living (my mother).

My listeners, point blank, are spoiled, with blaring and glaring ignorance to the entire process. They expect me to be "fly" and "clean", not even knowing what they mean. I am not P. Diddy or Ma$e, I do not wear shiny suits OR Gucci, and I am not interested in "the scene". I am purely a musician, and I have a story, mission, goals and messages I share, want to share and have shared with generations of yesteryear and the future.

I am disappointed with... really everyone. The EXACT thing you "stand up against" is what you expect me to be for the success you "believe" I deserve.

My most recent frustration (which led to this post) is an email I got from my website server. I am unable to pay for www.seiaich.com, both the domain and site itself. Mind you, I am selling 75% of my catalog, remastered, on the site. Still, folks ask me to put my music on streaming services. The likelihood of liability (due to samples) is increased, and I already faced a legal issue with Macy Gray's team because of Intervention. Outside of that, I only get DECIMALS of PENNIES when my music is played on streaming services. THIS FACT, OUTSIDE of the TRUTH that there is digital branding on each song/soundbyte placed on streaming services.

So let's recap:

The free music I slaved over to release to ANYONE WILLING TO LISTEN is (a) negatively criticized for its sound [despite the BACKBREAKING work on the details], (b) available for a low price on MY website to stream [streaming is free on my site] AND purchase [I get 100% of profits] yet disregarded, (c) being requested to put on the modern-day brainwashing machine and (d) is being misused and manipulated by mainstream media/music to produce pretty much everything out.

On some street shit, fuck you all and take offense to ANY money I make with corporate (read: WHITE) people. On some conscious shit, I gave MY ALL... JUST AS I SAID I WOULD ON STAFF DEVELOPMENT... not only to provide excellent music, but to ACTUALLY be there for folks... of all ages... yet you still want to be part of "the wave" or want me to be a part of it. As a musician, I am in the same league as Louis Armstrong, Thelonious Monk, Phyllis Hyman... MANY others. The ignorance of "the people" and my desire to make people aware of... shit, THEMSELVES, has forced me into alienation. As a Negro, I am torn between ...well, damn. I'm torn. I'm in Harlem now. Maybe being so in love with Harlem blocked me from seeing the toils of Harlem.

Look, b.

Harlem is Charles Hamilton broken down and welded together. Am I supposed to feel good about it? Either people know who I am and walk past me with whatever reservations, Harlem is being kept from knowing about me, or they don't like me. IN EITHER SITUATION, my heart breaks from block to avenue, EVERY DAY.

So, yo.

Charles Hamilton is on strike.

Officially.

A.D.H.C. is postponed indefinitely.

Loser Radio will not air.

Fine. I'll release "your favorite classics" on streaming services. Just know that the bitterness you taste in the previous sentence is indeed there.

I don't know how hurt I am. But love and my love won't permit me to go OFF.

I have nothing more to say. Don't expect any new music unless someone leaks whatever I send them.

I am furious, hurt, and tired of being used by people of whom don't even know the extent of which I love them, without them even opening their mouth to say something to anger, hurt or use me.

So, thank you.

~Charles Hamilton~

***beep***

[phenomenal]

Oh. You've been fooled by Brooklyn girls. Watch out when you're in the hood, and be careful who you meet online.

Xanax tracks (ADHC continues)

The evidence of Charles Hamilton's paranoid schizophrenia is very evident this 4/20. Yet the coherency of the modern-human's attention span remains a mystery among the distribution of media worldwide/intergalactically. This 4/20 [this episode of ADHC], we find Hamilton in full RobonikVillain mode.

Dr. Robotnik created/built/designed a robotic wife, Omletta. She is the prototype of soulmates. The only problem is, he created/built/designed her. To her credit, she smokes weed [to the bewilderment of Dr. Robotnik]. One day, he decided to watch her get high and study her inebriated idiosyncrasies.

Apparently, Eggman ["grrr..."] knows a thing or two about getting high as well.

This episode of ADHC is a bit more lighthearted, but could EASILY take a dip into the abyss of begrudging and self-imposed vengeance seeking. The best thing the listener can do is join the masses and smoke to the sound of watching...

Mystery Psyance Theatre: Good Girl Devoured

FYI, this is the first project in the series/franchise "Mystery Psyance Theatre". If you'd like to see the future, listen up.

Also, "Intervention" is now available on ALL streaming services. Support, and thank you for your support.

[stay tuned; more music may be on the way today...]

~phenomenal~

High time.

The rerelease.
4/20/2019.
All streaming services.

And that's not the half of my war path.

#playinthevillain!

#NxtSzn

~phenomenal~

Standard Sound

Standard Sound is the dream marriage between Vivendi and Lucasound. A multimedia conglomerate SOLEY based on sound. Microsoft and Macintosh are the primary tools of modern music. With only 10 employees, 5 will work on and develop sound and sounds on Mac technology and the others on Windows. The product, no matter how experimental, will be mastered on a neutral operating system.

(note: operating system isn’t always computer-based)

Sound transcends the senses. Such being said, videographic and cinematic ventures will be sound centric, a la Lucasound. As a brand, Standard Sound will be the foundation of a new media/multimedia resource. Ultimately, there will be a Popworld (Britney Spears, Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber), the mainstream (Beyonce, Rihanna, Drake), the underground (MF DOOM, Madlib, J Dilla) and Standard Sound.

The name Standard Sound comes from the original surname of SEGA; Standard Games. As SEGA developed in its early years, the debate between Nintendo and SEGA came down to who’s music is better. The sound of SEGA music is historic, while the melodies of Nintendo ring in the minds of a generation now blossoming in adulthood. Though I (Charles Hamilton) am known for a retro/vintage gritty sound, I am more than able to produce and engineer in hi-fidelity.

I did it on my first retail album. Got executive producer credit for it, too

There are goals and quotas for employees. Upon kickoff, #TheBigTen will be informed of their duties. Profits are based on a modernized Communism system. And this will be a test of mortal loyalty, as there will be VERY few contracts.

A new marketplace is eminent.

Follow the (nu) Standard.

GoFundMe: Founding the Sound

~phenomenal~

Happy Birthday, VSDiamond.

[a poem]

Whatever we are, we make sense.

I want us to match.

To be a match.

To spark.

To spark without error.

A perfectionist never rests.

We sleep in the same bed when ties no longer bind.

As the knot loosens, we relax.

Yet untied combat boots is a trap.

Cleanliness is divine insecurity.

I let my self go with you.

I let myself go with you.

For every reason not to trust me, I reflect it on you.

We could easily get along.

But we don't know each other.

Madonna's words of Austin ring bigger in the inner city.

My pain-induced racism has a bitter aftertaste, as I kiss you deeper than the racism pain-induced.

You were my influence before I met you.

You met I before influence could see.

I am sorry for my passively barbaric nature.

You are a smooth criminal.

I already said I don't want to be a victim.

What can Pearl Harbor say to Hiroshima?

The very brilliance that explained the beginning developed the end.

Just stand next to me in American Gothic.

Allow me to cause the grin of your Mona Lisa.

I have fallen so many times, I am paralyzed.

See?

So allow me time to heal and forgive myself for all I have to give...

...of myself...

...to keep you.

[that, and this]

A gift for VSDiamond.

[everyday, I get accused...]

Happy Sunday, StarChasers.

~phenomenal~

Power 106/Cruz Show freestyle official lyrics

They been holdin' my back. Holdin' me back. So, I ain't wack. You know it's a fact. Every time I flow from the cap, niggas know it's a crack sentence. And I get sentenced in a prison when I distribute this crack for you to listen to. In fact, it is true. I have fallen off. And I landed on a pile of money. How is it funny? If I fell off, gravity got my back. I guess gravity's the management now. Standin' my ground. Damn I'm profound. Hamilton's sound on a Dre track makes me go back in the day like, "This is the cypherin' phase!". Can't decipher my face. Am I really upset or am I feeling myself? Like Nicki and Bey. Pretty as can be, but I'm ugly inside. Such a beast. You can't fuck with me! That's just how it be. Every time (like I said) when I rap off the skully or ball cap, I run all (w)rap. But a lot of cats like to disagree. Little trolls... yeah. They like to be dissin' me. But I give them they respect online, because they all gon' be on line to cop that album of mine. Bottom line.(,) I respect the hate. But I don't wanna speculate on yesterday's hatred. It could've been a fan or a celeb. Damn. This is all from the head. So I'm reflecting and memorize all the things of these niggas enterprising. They all sayin' "It's dinner time!" when it's time to make a comment. But then, I bomb shit. Like I said. I'm a great musician. And I'm in a great position. "Hey, just listen!" Every time I rock, man... it's so amazing. This beat is great. Simone, don't hate it. My favorite chick from back in the day. But lately, I can't seem make up my mind. I got a new chick. Ass fatter than... whatever you can call a planet that sat her in (Saturn). Rhyming in different patterns. Having mad fun. Got 'em laughing and shit. I wish I could go in the direction I stay in, but that'll leave me mad vacant. So I'm on vacation. Mind spacing out. Blanking out. What I gotta say about now? Rock to the rhythm. Like this shit. Dre track. Pardon me for cursing, but I'm nice with this.

(explanations)

Dr. Dre has a video where there is a torture chamber with hooks on the wall. In the movie "The Cell", the killer was a paranoid schizophrenic who would attach hooks to his back to go to sleep.

Crack viles have caps on them. The Rockerfeller Drug Laws (repealed) would sentence someone to 25-life for possession.

"Even if I fall, I still land on a pile of money..."
-JAY Z, "Success"

I disagreed with management's direction, but was successful.

Nicki and Bey weren't happy with the song "Feelin' Myself", but were very open on the song.

My listeners can be rather disrespectful.

The difference between online and on line is space.

"Head" in Harlem means indirect disrespect via making one feel good.

Everything else, only Dr. Dre would understand.

~phenomenal~

GOAT CH Radio freestyle

Thank you, Cruz.

I covered the last 7 years (to date) in 3 months.

12 years, actually.

A lot of feelings expressed.

Trying not to get teary-eyed now.

Mentally, I was playing "New York Raining" and following the chords lyrically.

"It's too much, my babe; I need you..."

Lyrics to be posted soon.

~phenomenal~

From there/here... [ADHC rolls on]

After dissecting his own heart and pleading for true love to forgive/enable/vindicate him, Dr. Robotnik put his tech tools to sleep for Valentine's night. Upon awakening, he fired up his latest invention: a time machine with the capability to affect/impact wherever in time his presence is felt/not felt. Since Valentine's Day is in Black History Month, he thought he'd start a playful yet vicious fire.

He went to The Cotton Club, circa 1940s Harlem. 

The love he was looking for seemed to be very present there, and... what better way to get love/revenge than to show up all the guys in the band? Much like Charles Wellington in "Down To Earth", he's a wealthy, overweight white man in a majority-Black establishment, looking to outdo those responsible for the culture. Problems are destined to arise.

Blue Notice is a new series of music, venturing into the sounds of jazz. Dr. Robotnik and his latest (perhaps most deadly) invention creates moving, audible still shots of time and gives room for him to do his... Robotnik thing. As with The Rise Of... and Love's Sight, he's in his chamber, traveling physically and through quantum physics, narrating the commotion he causes.

Blue Notice: Sight On

Has the genocidal Dr. Robotnik switched to the suicide side? Or is there something more diabolical up his sleeves?

~phenomenal~

At first... (ADHC continues)

As Sonic the Hamilton remains in the afterlife (he died on "Hamilton, Charles" via "Stay There"), the rise of Dr. Robotnik polarized everyone and everything... all things. Nothing can be done or said about the projected rage of a misunderstood and often humiliated genius. This humiliation is usually by the one who's loved by all things. Yet is a part of all things. By being a thing. How could "the creator of all things" not be loved? The rage is a real as the hate.

With Black History Month being the holder of Valentine's Day, the exploration into the color black begs the question of Dr. J, "What color is my heart?" A black heart would mean certain destruction for all things. The acknowledgement of a heart would mean certain destruction for the beholder. And anyone beholding with him. The coldest thing Dr. Robotnik could do is ignore the pressing politics of February and behold the hue of his heart. Expecting the worse, praying for the best, preying on most who expect the best for themselves.

Angel At My Table is a series of love music (a la The L Word) from the perspective of a good heart gone black. The love of sound brings about the acquired taste of the sound of it, while the desire to prey upon the wicked (consciously or otherwise) is the sound of love.

I offer no further explanations. You either will love or let go.

Love is your fee.

Angel At My Table: Love's Sight

["Can Sonic resurrect?! Have we seen the last of a pure C. Hamilton?! WHERE'S JA?!!!"]

Have a seat.

#NxtSzn



~phenomenal~

At first.... [ADHC continues] {released version}

With Sonic passing away (Hamilton, Charles), Charles losing Sonic and Dr. Robotnik getting more diabolical, love is difficult to come by and keep among 3. What happens when love becomes a chore?

Angel At My Table: Love's Sight

~phenomenal~

The Basic Instruction Before...

Before I leave earth, I will start @SEGA Africa.

The very A in SEGA has a pyramid.
EG is the first 2 letters in SEGA (Egypt).
Senegal exists.

Your denial is the river.

Continue?#NxtSzn#phenomenal

— Prof. Hamilton 🌦 (@charleshamilton) February 6, 2019

Let's talk things over, Adesola.

~phenomenal~

NuDiagnosis (more info at tumblr.com/czhphenomenal)

2/14/2019

7:30 pm

Right here.

Have a seat.

~phenomenal~

INTERNET??!!!

Romans 14:16-19 King James Version (KJV)
16 Let not then your good be evil spoken of:

[@souljaboy]#NxtSzn#phenomenal

— Prof. Hamilton 🌦 (@charleshamilton) January 19, 2019

~phenomenal~

Marital Blowjobs official lyrics

See God, it's like... I have so much available to me, and I lost so much... I can't escape saying my life is a 2. But in your image I'm 3, and in the past I was 6. Just wanna get nasty real quick...

I say a prayer before I eat the box, be it KFC or a lady that I need to stop in the street because she's way sexy. Please let me play with your Playtex each time it's bleeding. Give me a reason to be inside. Am I deep enough for you to be my bride? For me to creep inside and say she's enough? See I gotta find out first 5 minutes if you with it. If I can hit the crib and dig in it. Like a box of KFC. Let me not play in the playoffs this week. We're only in the preseason. Which means the ..."pre" is breathing. The beauty of me. The beauty of seeds, if she is sittin' and sippin'.

(hook)
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.

We put the Rated G to bed. Rated PG when we're... "walkin' around", instead of being seated in this PG-13 flick (seen by all/R/au). Amazing. NC-17 we need to be, tonight. My God! I understand you. Maybe I don't. Maybe I'm laying with most. But I can hand you so much for making me grow up (and stuff). Grandma said "Protect yourself", but I don't want you to touch the glove. I want you to feel all of me. What are you calling me? My darling please. I can't walk from thee. I want to make you say "I can't walk, baby! Please! Why you hit it so hard?!" It's because I'm all you need...

(hook)
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.

(puts on trench coat and walks away)

~phenomenal~

Miyagi's Stanzas (a freewrite)

I'm the R.L. Stein of rhyme. I'm next to get mine. Been on your set with red eyes. I make it clear. When you hear me say "Make it clear", that's because my peer is Day. So what up? I started families in my young age. Saved my son from gunplay and my daughter will be queen one day. Some may say my grooming tactics are doom when in fact it's the magic of avoiding the tragic. "You will never die, so let no one bag it!" I say that shit to my balls. And say "Are you ready?!" whenever I'm in some walls. I'm already raising my children. I'm just scrambling eggs. Sunnyside up, since I panted for your legs. I guess I should follow what they suggest. They being you and all that ass in your dress. 30 seconds in the 4th quarter, I suggest you back up your talk and and make water out of the net. Sports metaphors are so DJ Clue. And I don't know shit, so please make a move. Either to the floor with your vibe, to the door with your lies or refresh the board with your eyes. Nigga, Swatch. Timex. Now click the top of your page. See? It's not gonna change. My Chrome is top left. Not to escape. Fuck it. I got you niggas watching my page. Like Vince. I'm convinced if I try to dumb it down, all life gets dense. I'm like a smartphone. Feel brighter. But damn. Now you using me, waiting for some real fire. I inspire pills. I retire thrills. I am still sire. Will the fire chill? Love me or hate me, I school you. Like a fire drill. Then you get hired and I'm required STILL.

~phenomenal~

Unavailable for comment

This ONE picture of mine, I can't find.
But it totally describes where I'm at with everything.
I'm very happy about where I am creatively.
I'm not looking to do any features with anyone in which I won't immediately or immensely benefit.

I found my uniform.
You'll know when you see.
As conceited as I am, I'm now working on appreciating myself, as opposed to valuing myself.

I'm dead bad, b.

Musically, I'm improving immensely.
I know what I want to do and say.
I know how I look, how I want to look, and how you may perceive me.

All I need is financial security.

Look, y'all.
I didn't "blow" a million or so dollars.
I have receipts and statements to the validation of such.
I was just more loving than I needed to be.
The next time I come across lump sums and stable payments, I will be more I-centered than bifocals.

Also, www.seiaich.com is now a social site.
Visit, register, make friends.

The hunt for breakfast begins.

HapHAPPY, y'all...

~phenomenal~