The New #3rdEyeMagic is Here!!!

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100% produced by yours truly.

100% recorded and mixed by CYoumg.

Mastered by Charles Hamilton.

Check us out!!!

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Sonic Evolution

#TheGameOverSound

Est. 2005
Produced by Charles Hamilton for 3DMusic/VinylPop/Jr.CORP

— King Charles! (@CharlesHamilton) May 16, 2024

There has been much debate about my "dirty leather wallet sound". Some of my lo-fi has been considered hi-fi, and my hi-fi gets degraded to lo-fi. But there is (and always has been) a certain texture to my music. From the grittiness to the melodic sounds in it. Well, after much debate and back and forth with my influence, I have decided to name my sound...

The Game Over Sound

Basically, the music you hear after losing a game. All 3 lives. ...mixed with the life-threatening grooves/chops of the most horrifying tales in music.

It doesn't matter what you think.

It's already over.

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Monday the 13th 0fficial lyrics

 

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(verse 1)

Does my vulnerability kill you? It's supposed to be humility. Not even posing. Just lyrically imposing. My imposition is to never be lonely. Whether it's a chick to hold me or a spliff with my homies. It could get as OD as Fentanyl. With my problems involved, I give you a kiss on your cheek. Welcome. I don't wanna kiss you goodbye, so I'ma roll this/sip this till I'm by you. You know, like Eve. Regardless, I'm likely who you like this evening. So stand by me. Ben E. King on ANYTHING.

(hook)

Don't let me go.
Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

I'm afraid to be alone.

I'm afraid to be alone...

(verse 2)

Trust and believe, the feeling is justice I need. But as a king, I just need to believe in my justice being the food for the people. No, I'm not rude to the people. When they're rude to me, I behead them. No reason for me to be ahead of them. Not a federal offense, though it should be... spent on some pussy as a pauper. The last few dollars I had. Just like a collar I grab. Still, I gotta be sad. There's people in my kingdom who do not receive blessings. Well, here's the message: never let me see you not be free.

(hook)

Don't let me go.
Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

I'm afraid to be alone.

I'm afraid to be alone...

(verse 3)

I see my target. Graze it. Wait for the day when the hit wasn't "just enough" for them to leave me alone. Then it's straight to the spliff. They get smoked. With hope that they can lead me to a greater ecstacy. A major telepathy event. Let me see if you can vent like me... when you're dead. Next to me is death. On the other side of the chessboard is reason to stress some more. I question the thought. Do I need death and respiration to walk with me? Strangely, I do. Duke and The Prince, dooin his shit!

(hook)
Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

I'm afraid to be alone.

I'm afraid to be alone...

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Get well wishes to England's King Charles. I heard he's dying. Never wanna wish death on anyone. Not even my enemies.

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Wiped.

My new meds have me WHOOPED. Ask Star Baddie. We were out, and I took my meds on schedule. I was out cold within minutes. So I have to work according to how the meds make me feel. 

The meds got me thinking I'm a better person. I'm conscientiously a better person. Kinder, selfless, more understanding. But I can't make music the way I used to! Granted the content is thicker...

If you've been prescribed meds, stay on them. They do help. Maybe my output was superhuman. I may have bit odd more than I can chew by putting out so much music. Well, if it helped you, it's worth the adjustnent. 

Make my sacrifice worth while!!!

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New 3rd Eye Magic!!!

 Produced by yours truly.

CYoung is DEFINITELY playing his role in this duo.
Man is on a serious grind.

Special shouts to his muse, Doja Cat.
And my new girlfriend, StarBaddie (not as new as fate would allow me to believe, but whatever).

Check it out, yawl!!!

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Alan Keyes (Ralph Nader Remix) 0fficial lyrics

Aye. If you woke, you ain't broke. Ha!

Yeah!

(verse 1)

Here's the new kid with a new song. Ain't change since Midnight Blue was on. Niggas like, "Why you doing songs? You write it, you could get publishing!" I'm like, "You knew that because... two. Either trauma or the dude speaking like a Llama on Green (DiBia$e)." You understand, then #TheUnderground knows what I mean. My flow is obscene. Apparently, it's not what makes a lot of dough for cats. But they ain't write OR wrote the crap, NOR do they know what I'm DOING when I rap, so... I just move back. Allow the hatred. Now there's hatred because a lot of paper comes with the loudness of hatred. So says the people who've made chips...

(hook)
Everybody treats me like a dummy!

[they feel I'm not a man; they feel I'm not a man, y'all!]

So I can't see what they would want from me...

[I just chill out in my hand; chill out as a vanguard!]

(verse 2)

Night-night, take a dirt nap. Irwin R., with the most absurd bars. And I don't need a Virgil. I already took one virginity, so Herschel, walk me from one place to the other. While I'm betting on the game. Like Walt. Close the fridge, unless you're so cold that you're "goin' in".  I tried to do it for love. Then loved translated to a Dream. Got shot by a 6. The plot is to be the Top 5 while trying this shit. Gettin' it! Gettin' it! Gettin' it! Grab the dice and... hit the wall wit' it! Now how sick is that? Sick as ALL Y'ALL THOUGHTS, OF WHICH I'M SIPPIN'!

(hook)
Everybody treats me like a dummy!

[they feel I'm not a man; they feel I'm not a man, y'all!]

So I can't see what they would want from me...

[I just chill out in my hand; chill out as a vanguard!]

(verse 3)

You go Left with One, you end up enlightened. Now give me a dollar for that stipend. A bar that can pay you. Also a bar that can save you. But, money is the root of all evil, since when you get Right with money, you end up with an Eagle. And I am The One. Tears in my eyes. Crying to The Sun like, "Please hear me reply... I don't really need this! This is bullshit!" But where my mom is from (mind you I'm from Cleveland), that very bull... that not-so-scary-bull... is a necessary tool. So I laugh at... fools who try to get anywhere other than left. Then they get left, when I get my respect by getting enlightened. 

Absolutely no typing (writing)

(hook)
Everybody treats me like a dummy!

[they feel I'm not a man; they feel I'm not a man, y'all!]

So I can't see what they would want from me...

[I just chill out in my hand; chill out as a vanguard!]

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One of my favorite songs in recent years.

Samples Ted Dibiase's Titantron music, "It's All About The Money". Originally produced by Grandmaster Flash.

I know more about money than I will ever let you know.
Too bad I need it.

CashApp: $thephenom718

Donate!!!

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"I am... multimedia..."

The title is a quote from a DJ Nick interview back in 2019.

So... last year, I went on an #IndependentMediaBlitz. Now, a media blitz is when an artist does interviews with MANY different outlets in one day. I posted on Twitter/X that I wanted to do interviews with StarChasers. And some good relationships came of it (shouts to Jay Kasai). Still, I managed to knock out about 10 different interviews. Some are online, some are probably in a secret stash somewhere.

This year, I am ordering my releases THE SAME WAY THE BUSINESS DOES. Every month, a new release, with teasers of music to come later in the year. In fact, Sonic Movie 3 determines how much music you get from me. Will it drop on Christmas? No matter when the movie drops, you can bet on a deluge of music from myself.

I would love to collaborate more with my StarChasers. I just need more money. My current price is $600 for a 16-bar verse, and $1000 for an exclusive CH instrumental. $1200 for both. It sounds like a lot, but for what the music is worth and the effort that goes into it, it's really not much.

On the phone with StarChaser Screwheili. A collaborator of sorts, as he drops Screw tapes of classic, rare records. Check him out! youtube.com/screwheili

I'm around, y'all.

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Is it of God?

Of the many offers I've been getting, the most lucrative one seems to ask for more "sacrifice". I already lost my mother to the game, so I don't have much to lose. But is it of God to sacrifice anything to another mortal? 

As you (my fellow Goths/StarChasers) may know, I have been strengthening my faith in God/The Lord/Jesus. It doesn't help that StarChasin' Jason is a pain in the butt about it. But it also hurts that people want a "less woke" version of me to push to the masses. 

Is it of God? 

The way people came down on me for being high with Sha-leik let me FURTHER know that no one is ready for my rockstar lifestyle. I guess y'all just want the best of/from/for me. That's beautiful. But I was me before I met you. Nevertheless, I question whether my ways were of God, despite fearing God in all that I did. 

Mind you, this was almost 20 years ago. I've outgrown doing certain things, I've grown out of certain friendships. I still have a hunger for music, though. I just want to NOT have to compete. Like, I don't want to make a record to "son" "these lil niggas". I was once a "lil nigga" on the come-up, so I get their hunger. 

I'm just vibing this morning to the sounds of birds and Joe Biden. 

Is it of God? 

#beseated

When You Come To Mind (a love poem)

I lose my nerve when you come to mind. 

I lose all words when you come to mind.

So I had to make sure you only come to mind, time to time.

And you fit in that pocket.

You make it make sense to miss you.

And since missing you, I've been missing.

I take my time healing, and filling the void.

That you left.

Just by hanging up the phone.

When you come to mind, I am void of words. 

Just left with a Kool-Aid smile and the desire for a hug.

Hug me, baby!!!

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Daily page, weekly ring

I do plan on going live today (@ 12). No frets. And yes, there is a song for this month. As with both, massive strategy goes into it. I just want to give my StarChasers what the game's been missing. lol almost a hint, but I have no Juelz content in my library or agenda (other than in my mind and heart, like with the rest of Dip Set). 

No word yet on my cholesterol, but my next doctor's visit is in a few months. Until then, I'm eating less (I usually eat when I'm depressed or high; bad combo and timing) and walking more. There's a workout spot in the building I'm moving into, literally right next door to my apartment. So I'll be working out and going live from the gym. I'm still taking my meds (no matter how tired they make me) and seeing a therapist. Music is no longer my only outlet for pain.

I got my Retroid Pocket to work again, so I'll be playing oldschool video games in my spare time. Definitely been inspired in the last few days to make some VGM-esque music. My music is already in 7.8 bits, which makes it hard to decipher what's a synth and what's a sample. The beauty of illusion, ya know?

Love IS on the horizon for me. I'm just more mature than EVER before, so I'm going to appreciate this one more than the others. As delicate as the situation is, I can't afford to be insensitive or even remotely close to chauvinistic. My needs come second to hers. Music is The Sun in our eyes. I love her for understanding the grind it takes to be ...even CONSIDERED nowadays, no less considered one of the greats.

Also no word yet on a deal. Not tryna rush it and get a bum deal. Also, I'm not in a hurry to be told what to do with my music. Enjetic signed a deal, but didn't read that in the contract they put a strict "No Sampling" clause. Not my loss, but I put in a lot of work for an EP that HE wanted to do for this deal, only to have my work be replaced by someone else. He says he's not gonna drop it, but only time will tell.

Shouts to #SuperTightWoody. A collab is in the works, as of this morning. No telling where things can go, but all signs are pointing up... holla back, Double OD!!!

Aight. Enough of the Reading Rainbow. 
See y'all Live @ 12!!!

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Being THAT outside.

In a matter of days now, I will get the keys to my new apartment! I'm proud of myself for sticking with the program and not going AWOL (Absent Without Leave, for those who don't know) or getting TOO deep into substances. 

I won't lie, the temptation was great to do the hard stuff. All of my friends are dooinit, it's VERY accessible, and I'm curious about particular highs. Still, for the most part, I stayed away from the hard stuff. And whatever money I make goes into my music, weed, and things EBT doesn't cover in stores.

Again, the last live saw me pretty fucked up (just weed tho) and, according to many, it wasn't a good look. I think y'all have to let me know if I'm the Scott Pilgrim of Hip-Hop. Meaning, the unlikely good guy in the story. It's hard, because I can see my influence all through modern music. From the drug use to suicide talk to freestyling proper. If they're watching me, they would make stronger records. My image is in my control, and I put my control into music. 

I know that makes sense. Because it's a practice of mine.

I embody the spirit of 1920s Harlem musicians, 1960s California beatniks and 1980s Cleveland rockstars. My life is my music. My life is IN my music. As well as many concepts from the ancient. Times WELL beyond the 1920s.

The pain and struggle is real.

I'm on of few musicians left, that are not plugged in, with many resources to connect with.

Peace to TheRootsCrew (?uesto, Riq, R. Angry).

I haven't been blogging a lot because I'm still getting settled in. I had to get my monthly injection, adjusted my meds, and get used to jet lag. So that's why I haven't been on here. But I didn't forget. About shit. lol I'm just budgeting my time.

I'll be record-label ready in no time.

Question arrises and remains...

is that the route I want to take to financial freedom and overall happiness?

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