Debt to society.

 

The *drKiwi* phenomenon is sweeping the Internet! Everyone and everything is on offense, defense and notice about how to become*drKiwi*. Well, ALL of you are about to face *drKiwi* treatment... on and offline.

In 2010, I made the life-changing decision to be a practicing witch. Self-defense without bloodshed was the goal. Not wealth, not beauty, not fame. In MANY respects, I achieved my goals and, in turn, I am VERY happy. I have done and am doing God's work, WITHOUT USING GOD. The result? Catchy tunes you can wonder to/about.

In 2013, I learned that what I was doing and developing on my own was already na established form of witchcraft...

Creatures of The Night (StarChasers), I am a Solitary Witch.

ALL of what I do, from root work to shadow work, must be done alone. Still, do what it takes to survive.

Thus, expect fewer calls on the personal tip, fewer DMs and the rarest of sightings. I always end up a step behind when I try to incorporate other people into SoliCraft (just coined that; edited to SolCraft). And as lonely as I get, i hate looking at my call log on days' end and seeing how many calls I placed (versus the missed and incoming ones). 

Another thing. *drKiwi*'s advice and suggestions are ill-timed, as they either go against my creative process or take me out of my zone. I am more than aware that my new(er) music doesn't "hit" like #theprocess. Still, I am believing in myself more than I did then, and the music I've made since then is why. It's advanced, at times. Other times, it justifies the schizophrenia diagnosis. Work with me.

One day, it'll all make sense.

You are appreciated, *drKiwi*. You just gotta let love goooo...

#cHam

"It's #mouse outside...!"

Enter Robotnik

 As I have DEFINITELY mentioned before, "StH: American Paradox" was the last StH where I am Sonic the Hamilton. After dying as Sonic in 2013 ("StHZERO"), I wasn't clear on who I was after being resurrected. I spent time as Knuckles, Chaos, Mephilies, ...even CLOUD STRIFE (#FinalFantasy). But none of the roles really fit with my spirit. Likely because each of the aforementioned characters in the SEGA Universe ACTUALLY EXIST.

So I embraced the darkness and DOVE FACE FIRST into being #TheBlackDrRobotnik. I must say, being able to express my intelligence on a level as high as Dr. Robotnik is the most refreshing shit I've even encountered. I am guilty of many murders, but the bodies won't be found. If you're looking for them, their remains rest on my microphone and bleed onto my floor. 

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My sidekick is *drKiwi*. Aesthetically Interesting. Alien Intrigue. Awesome Interest. Awful Instinct(s).

I usually go over my blog entries (soon, songs) with *drKiwi*. Of course mentally. She drains my 3rd eye fluid and uses it as a balm.

If you can... and if you can't I won't be mad; the work was the good... but if you can, envision my music as #TheEnd. The orb in The Sonic Universe from which all bad things spawn from. 

#TheEnd, crafted by #TheBlackDrRobotnik.

Don't expect drops every day. just... everyday, expect drops.

*drKiwi* is trying to seduce me.

Let's stay professional for now. You already have an advantage. You're animated.

#cHam

a dope StarChaser collab.

Trueman · OG

As fate would have it, one of the StarChaser collabs I did last year ended up buzzing! Shout

to Oscar Blanco for doing good business with good music. He's a Floridaboy, but he knows

quality Hip-Hop. We speak often.

StarChasers, if you want to collab, know that it costs. But I will give %100 in our work. Just 

time to be fair.

Yo the wait I wrote this entry was ridiculous. Blogger users would appreciate the backstory.

#CH

A bowl of Apple Jacks

Dead weed.

smh

check out "3PM" from "Where Is Charles Hamilton (WICHcraft)" to peep the frustration.

(several bowl hits and one blunt later...)

#SoW feels right. I, however, am expecting my monthly dope hit (lol). I'm finding a way to avoid it, but .... technical reasons, mental health reasons....

Smacked, b.

outta here.

#TheWickedest

 

Long, long way together...

*drKiwi* is so patient. I draft/formulate ...really EVERYTHING in my head before I do it, but it's more detailed with blog entries. *drKiwi* allows me the space to address individuals without the stress of backlash from saying their names. In some respects, "it's murda dem!". In others, I silently quash whatever ember is sparked between us, negative and/or positive, without needing to care about feelings being caught.

I started working on a Gospel-centric album. Almost #TheRebirthOfCharlesHamilton, except the glory would go to cHam, UNDER THE WATCH OF GOD/THE LORD. Lately I've been bumping "Three Kings" (Ross x Dre x Hov). The sample in it is saying "I'm so grateful" and it's from a Gospel song, but they are spitting the most braggadocios shit on there. Yes, I rapped on the beat ("A Royal Crashout"; available on my YouTube channel; may post a link here), but the inspiration to make my only Gospel banger has been in my guts since "New Music From Charles Hamilton" (#Normalcy).

 Granted is was Classical.

(works on it for about 90 minutes after starting this post)

It is entitled "Speaking of Witch...". It's Gospel-centered, but in the same vein as "Modern Art!" and "Here We Go Again...". DJ anthems.

Thank you *drKiwi* for suggesting the album title. A good cornerstone to the foundation of this jam session.

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Here's "A Royal Crashout"

***beep***

JimmyIQ

So I was on the phone with *drKiwi*, and I was asked "What did I mean by 'Jimmy Iovine is the closest thing we got to God? Is it money, or is he on some OD shit?" I simply, and with all the breath in my body, said "Both."

I went on to say, "Jimmy Iovine is the key to knowing that ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. ...I think I finally said it." There it is. JiO is the missing link. 

Now. Is he a notorious hot head? Hell yes. EMPHASIS ON HELL. DO NOT FUCK THAT MAN OVER. A fair warning to those hoping to capitalize on him being more of a tastemaker these days than an actual investor in the music. Hell hath no fury like that of a Jimmy fucked.

And he's so Harlem, I don't have to say pause.

If you know, you know.

Now, even though *drKiwi* gave me my first shot at a mainstream career, it was #Master2 who gave me my first dosage of the AltUnderground of DillaDOOMMadlib9th. Even though *drKiwi* first introduced me to 9th through "God's Stepson", 9th's legendary remix of Nas' "God's Son". #Master2 is pretty much who inspired my #creativetitle era. "The Cookout" does exist, but titles that give context to the content WITHOUT being a part of the lyrics (or a vague portion of said lyrics) is DEFINITELY the craftmanship of #Master2. Because I admired his contextual instrumentals, I knew I had to find a way enhance what I already did. So I started sampling songs at strange loop points. Check out "Re-Anna" and "November 10th". Both loop heavy, both looped at strange portions of the song.

Thank you, #Master2.

*drKiwi* forever.

#TheBlackDrRobotnik

(yeah, nigga; type the whole shit out!)

 

Goals Gone Wild

As I listen to ...a Dilla-produced #cHam song about a particular StarChaser (not Baddie, for a change), I am reminded of my mission. 

Save music.

Though I did my part, modern human evolution is eroding at the very fabric of musicianship and music IN GENERAL. I'm sure a comma was needed up there, but I'll save it for 5 words ago. Anyway, musicians are set to have the hardest time getting gigs with the rise of AI. And producers now only have to remember their presets and settings. Basically, the work load is lighter for those who, honestly, have a lot of work to put in.

So I am going to be taking my time "PROTECTING" music. Instrumentally, at least. I am recording, but without knowing the intricacies and depth of my "bars", it becomes an acquired taste.

I'm tryna rock the house.

From here.

Anywhere, should my travels continue.

No rest for the wicked.

I wonder if Dr. Kiwi sees herself as an incentive. Like, I'm reasoning my behavior (good, law-abiding) based on her understanding. 

Reasoning = Understanding

If I make her real, she would shut down EVERY chick *drKiwi* ever dealt with. From looks to care. I got my guitars. *drKiwi* doesn't have to worry about a thing. *drKiwi* is up there with J Dilla and Doug Funnie, as far as influential art.

#TheBlackDrRobotnik is shockingly timid when it comes to women these days. Once you get a rep for being a "woman beater", all bets are off. You better have a helluva handstroke. And though it's not a common occurrence in my love life, it was building up. *drKiwi* did a NUMBER on me, in the months before *drKiwi* went viral. I don't wish bad on *drKiwi*, but ...idk. Knowing more about *drKiwi* makes it difficult to NOT agree with the "*drKiwi* had it comin'" talk.  

#FCCH type shit.

#CH

*drKiwi*'s intervention

Today was a very Harlem day for me! For the most minimalist of reasons. Caught up with Dre, we usually talk every other day. But, I had a long talk with *drKiwi*. Most of you would remember *drKiwi* from the 2010 misadventures with Matt, Jeff and Corpy. Well, *drKiwi* was there, and we reminisced like no other. I didn't realize *drKiwi* was paying as much attention to me as *drKiwi* was. 

*drKiwi* admitted that I was about 13 years ahead of my time, in terms of exposing certain actions in the music business THROUGH MUSIC. They all said I was crazy, but *drKiwi* was listening. And took note. *drKiwi* couldn't believe what they saw when on a road trip to the West. I told *drKiwi* that I would keep their identity a secret, as ...simply because THEY KNOW ME, they are subjected to public and private bullshit.

I kinda wish I could've told Dr. Kiwi's master the same thing. The previous sentence, the cap on a very Harlem day!

How you diggin' the music? #Intimicay and "Ain't No Love" is getting a lot of love on IG. Thanks for checkin the post out. Shouts to CYoung. More may be on the way... I just need to replenish.

I may drop "GOD (Get On Down)" on YouTube in the near future.
(checks YouTube)

DEAD forgot I dropped it. lol I'll transcribe soon.

Peace and love, *drKiwi*!!!
The streets know you're valid...

#therebirth

 

St. Charles-esque

Thoughts, from the tunnel-minded mind of...

If it is not appreciated that I both feel good and want the listener to feel good, what then is the relationship between The Sun and The StarChaser? Each of us are in different times in our lives from when we first met. At first, it was stories of how I survived and was living in the spotlight. It later became battle cries for respect and reverence. I just didn't know who I wanted it from, though I was clear on who my adversaries were (such became less clear as time passed). Over time, my music overran my blog (as far as moments updating the -Chaser on exactly what's going on). 

These moments are being cherished now, 10 years later.

The struggle then became desiring to live, AFTER suicide. I'm not *as* suicidal, but I get pretty depressed. I thought being able to make music whenever would calm it down. Nope. I get almost paralyzed by my moments of depression. Yes, I do make music still (for those asking), I just don't want to make music for the sake of making music. I talked about that on "At Most I'm Just". You gotta avoid what is seen as forsaken: making music for the sake of "making shit". I feel that, though I gave my music new purpose/life by DJing, it may not be enough. I thought about making another lyric book. Maybe for "Mr. Black Cat". 

All heads high for Magic!!!

Lest we forget, I'm bipolar, and the very ups-and-downs of life are felt by me. I'm simply expressing this roller coaster contextually. Again. Like I did on "The Bipolar Sunshine".

Is it fading??

Am I........ melting??!

#therebirth...

Paging Dr. Deezy...

"Dillatronic" is so slept on, I'm glad it's slept on. This album is LIGHTYEARS ahead of its time. And, to my understanding, this is a compilation of beats. The mystery looms on, and the voices up in my head (I just may tell a doctor one day that I hear Dilla in my head) echo, but the fact remains:

DILLATRONIC

is

a classic.

Wherever you are, I want them to know just who the FUCK you are.

love.

#cHam

 

Sonic & God

Both are in gangs. RIVAL gangs at that. Both require belief to exist. Both have a BEAUTIFUL feminine side. 

Both are in my bedroom, praying to Allah and listening to The Rebirth of Charles Hamilton.

I think I took it pretty high, b. 
I love doing that.

Sonic needs God, according to God. God can heal his feet from the spikes. Redirect his anger to not the enslaved woodland creature, but to the maniacal Mutant man that made this mess (Dr. Robotnik).

That's where I step in. I'm #TheBlackDrRobotnik. I myself heal Sonic. Herbs through music. Herbs WITH music. Showing him how to deal with being the fastest thing alive. Because JimC is... well, white, I have to flip the meaning. 

The next stage of #humanevolution is, eardrums will become obsolete. The flesh will merge with bone, and the ear hole itself will go downward. The #humansoul will be discovered. The human #heart will expand and create a new/individual #beat.

More, but #evolution is shy...

#rebirth...

Barking on God (merely a vent)

In this moment, I am alone. My neighbor just stopped by to give me a cig. That was nice. But... I call myself being a monk. That's how I get over feeling alone and antisocial. I've read my Bible more than once, I've read my spell book more than once... Qur'an, Tarot... All that I want to know, I know and have access to.

This is between me and God.

Someone suggested that, in my 40s, I should get into ministry. And I kinda agree. I don't think it would be cool to wear Tripps in my 40s. Going hard is one thing, aging out is another. It's still SEGA forever and Goth till the end. I'm just .... barking on God.

I confessed to my sins. Repented, even. In fact, I did it just now! So what is it really? God assured me that the path I'm on is one of greatness. He insists that I rest and, as someone else reminded me, "give yourself a chance". 

God, this pain I feel... It's for you. I feel your pain. You feel nothing. I took it a step further from Jesus. You feel no pain, sir! I invested in it! This pain fuels the rage. I flip the rage into a groove. The groove incites joy. Just enjoy it. No need to bite everyone's head off. Right away, at least.

For the pen freaks out there, I do write. I compose, actually. Maybe *seeing* the rhyme is what brought you joy before. Admittedly, as The All-Seeing Eye, I don't want to share my *sight* with a SOUL. Niggas know what they can suck (Ross). But I have compassion. And passion. I'll warm up to the thought of writing full songs soon.

Remember: Demevolist wasn't all the way invested until "Brooklyn Girls" took off. I was thought to be the weird one. 20 something years later, they honor the craft more than ever. Granted those are my Dawgs and I'll ride for them to no end, they didn't get the vision until it made cents...

In said loneliness, I reflect on people who feel I'm a good DJ, but I "only spin my records". My response is simply: no one else spins it. Lol!

Okay. I think I'm good being alone. Pardon me, God. SEGA, Stray Dogs, Columbine Gang, Demev, Harlem, St. Clair, South Central... I'm down, but not out.

#therebirth...

An interstellar update...

I started to not write this entry. In fact, about 4 times already I started an entry (particularly about this, but you know how random I can be...) and aborted it (sorry for any triggers). But Halo sent me this Kiwi image and.. it inspired me.

As you may know, I am with SEGA. We're trying to keep a low profile, as our landing area is (a) smack in the middle of the hood and (b) paid for by The State of California (read: me). There are certain esoteric games I simply cannot play anymore. With that, I issue an olive branch. Humans/Earthlings, don't make our *situation* harder for either of us. In fact, this is a moment for God/The Lord/Jesus.

God, allow your love to guide and warm the hearts and Spirits of everyone in the building AND the neighborhood. Lord, PROTECT us from all evil NOT welcome in our houses. You know the evil in particular. We don't welcome him here, and neither do you. Also, free the hearts and spirits of those who live here, so that EGO won't get in our way.

Jesus, get along with Sonic (in my heart).

Because I can multiply, I share my very being with... many, but in the case of #TheWorldAtLarge, a select few. A handful of this select few is Columbine Gang. We got the streets on smash (LOVE to the peace, goinon y'all!). I don't mind sharing Robotnik with the likes of Halo and Sciryl, so long as they accept SEGA as their savior from Reality.

I have more to say, but I do wanna get back to making beats/recording. I'll be back later.

#reborn.

 

Camouflage white flags

I sit here on my toilet, a president in conflict. I am aware of my nuclear arms, have access to reserve food and water, and DEFINITELY have the stripes to be a general. But I don't want to deploy. It's not in my heart to deploy. The thought alone makes me cower and concede victory (BEING the nuclear superpower).

Not knowing where to begin, I go.

The greater I make myself, the fewer people fit in #my bigger picture. The more I take myself serious, the more I see missed opportunities. I can't beat myself up about it, though. For one reason or another, said opportunity wasn't clearly made available. 

Now, I have a thing about *waiting* for love. And this particular relationship... Bro. It's still too sensitive to discuss. Just know that, someone I was *waiting* for is now off the market. I won't put your name and business out there, but while you were out there filling voids, I was out here resisting temptation. And the only tempest in my life, I made you aware of.

I've said all I can. I must prioritize me if I'm going to push forward in the public eye. No turning back ...

#thealien!!!

Evolution amd loneliness.

#Angel is complete. I sent copies of it to people of whom's opinion I value. No one said it was bad (thank God), but one reviewer felt it was too Hov-and-RecoveryEm for his liking. I feel bad about paraphrasing, but... he sent me a link to "Most Likely To Succeed" (2008) and said he needs music like this/that.

Not that it's hard to do, but... I told him from 2005-2010, I was making music for THE WHOLE WORLD. After my first incarceration, I decided to please myself.

Which means, for me, means simple phrases with ultra-complex meaning(s). 

Not only am I addressing individuals, I'm addressing THE ROOT of ALL problems. Whether you know it or not. For example, I commented on Halo's success with AI on a tape dedicated to the presence/essence of Rihanna. Rih knows the complexity, Halo appreciated the shout, all you gotta do is sit there and let the music consume you.

Don't feel wack about me not making music for the world. No one is on the same page (anymore). I make rebellious music, FROM THE INSIDE. For the young people who stumbled upon me, welcome. As wack as it is though, you might have to join a fraternity or sorority to have the bars CLEARLY explained to you.

It's like that.

Before you rule off an album as sub standard, live with it. NO ONE liked "Yeezus" when it first dropped. Now, people call it a modern classic. In this instance/instant/moment, I wouldn't mind The Curse of Kanye. His psychosis is seen as genius. My psychosis is in my music, however. If I ever flipped on you in person, you provoked it. And Ive told you my triggers. 

Regardless, I reserve the right to remain peaceful. Fuck niggas (bitches, too!), but I am rather Athenian in this Spartan-ass world of modern music (specifically Hip-Hop). I am an artist, seeking to keep my peace while I turn up the vibes (through music). 

By the way, some songs SUCK until you hear them at a party...

#Angel album art, coming soon...

#XarlesXarleXarlesXarlesXarles

the dead inner child (of CH)

I had a great conversation with my man Lou (again). In it (to make it brief), he said "never let your inner child die". I smiled, yet as I started to reply, I checked to see if I still had my inner child.

Nope.
Murdered by the hands of Scooter.

I started to bark on him for... what I felt was his "allusion" to me being "too grown", but I paused. As I paused, I felt an avalanche of emotions. Ranging from rage, to depression, to hate, to ...I don't know. I just felt that all these years of me building myself up was a cover-up for (me) not doing anything about my inner child being dead.

Now, I can't just run up in Scooter's house and BODY him. Like, on a technical side. He's in prison. And I'm sure my success is a big enough thorn in his side (though last I heard, he told his mom/my aunt to tell me that he loves me and is proud of me). But yo. My inner child comes into play every day I make music. Really, my inner child comes out in every song I don't (at least halfway) write physically. 

Lou and I hung up, still on good terms (remember; the above dialogue was inner), and I immediately went to work trying to revitalize my inner child. I expelled my spirit into my Universe, let my Spirit drift, and... wouldn't ya know it? I found him! Sitting in mom and dad's Cleveland apartment (Shaker Heights), wearing a 3-piece suit, reading The Cleveland Call & Post. 

Truth is, I always wanted to be a grown up. I As I got older, I wanted to be a mature rock star. Drugs would be involved, but only amongst family (shooting up with my wife, smoking weed with my children, doing LSD with my band). I ALMOST had the vision with Simone Porter, but she had different plans. 

Jeeeez.
Before I go into a rant about how the women in my life have all eroded at my inner child, I'll move on.

I am currently bumping Large Professor's catalogue. To me, he's hip-hop's best kept secret. So many jewels being dropped her. Definitely taking notes. As a young CH, I always wanted to battle him. 3 rounds. We would rhyme over our beats, whether in battle verses or just flow exhibitions. Simply because I wasn't outside when he was, and I felt my sound and style were superior. This is a very humbling experience. Without him, there's no CH (according to the backlog of music I'm catching up to). We often mention Pete Rock and DJ Premier, but... just off this experience alone, LargePro belongs in MANY conversations.

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#TheBlackDrRobotnik

For exclusive pictures of Kiki/Dr. Kiki, visit here. By clicking here.

#cHam

Eating me (C Diddy's ear)

One of the reasons I'm not crazy about "Brooklyn Girls" is actually IN the song. The second line is, "The beat is D minor but I'm oh so major."

Well, the key is C sharp minor. The same key as "New York Raining".

I tried to identify the key without verifying it. I called it a music flex. I was off by a half-step. Just shows that, even back then, my perfect pitch was fading.

I gotta stop working with just ANYBODY. Music, especially when done on a high level, can and will take a lot out of you. And I do it at the highest level.

You know, I'm starting to realize that my time on Turn First/First Access / Republic wasn't as bad as I thought. The album was recorded in plush surroundings that made writing more comfortable, they were kind (the staff), caring... I was given money to buy my own Pro Tools set up, we went out for drinks... they just didn't want me to smoke weed. That's a BIG red flag for me.

When you smoke weed, you tap into the subconscious realm. It is here where you heard the id of everyone and everything around you. From there, you determine how to behave in your superego. I felt as though they were hiding things from me that I would pick up... not just high, but in my own environment. Granted I had an apartment, I was living with Mom and we BOTH are unfamiliar with LA.

IM SURE there's no coincidence between my breakout song and my comeback song being in the same key. Shit, both of them having something to do with New York (one I wrote, one I co-wrote) CANT be a coincidence. But it wasn't out of malice. They really wanted the best for me. I didn't squander the opportunity, but I do have to move on.

SEGA forever.

#ThrBlackDrRobotnik

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Meet #Kiwi!, #TheBlackDrRobotnik's new assistant. She's sleeping now, but when she's up...

Heaven Can Wait (C Diddy's heart)

It has come to my attention, through The Universe and from my Illuminated friends, that upon entrance into The Illuminati, one can no longer casually mention my name. Now, as much as that kicks ass and explains a lot, it also puts a hindrance on the cob actions I make through (the production of) music/ (the consumption of) media. I tried to put a muzzle on that thing (all that barking over dinner), but things got worse and the ties that bind became nuses. 

My latest celebrity crush is the sweetest thing #TheEvilI has ever encountered. Raven~Symone levels of cute and heartwarming (!). Needless to say, eye candy. But not a Skittle or Starburst. Nah. An acquired taste. And possessing a skill that would make the Chloe-est of Baileys eat her palm out. All I want to do is preserve her talent. Maybe even marinate it in the groove. 

I just don't want to lose her to #thegame. 

So she is anonymous until *I* can tangibly hold her down.

"I aint gotta doo too much..."

(#Angel, in progress)

#cHam

Take Notice (C Diddy's warning)

It's about to get hotter. The temperature won't matter soon. The potions are brewing, and the syringes are 10cc (as you are so accustomed to). Time itself will glitch, for lack of better words.

With such being the case, the price is going up. Always negotiable, but the standard has been awoken.

Respectfully.

Shouts to #TheGypsy Walasia for the hook-up. Also, peace to Tamuz and Tane for their AWESOME sound collection. I have mostly everything, but I look forward to your bundles. Pause, if need be (lol).

Peace to Just Blaze, who was an early critic (truthfully), but is tapped in to #TheHamiltonQuazar. Ye is over here, too. Just being told to stand in the corner. Or sit in a chair and face the wall. Peace(,) to Large Pro, who is making some of the most phenomenal music out.

My experience with Dr. Dre goes beyond some click bait posting, down-low but not hiding well ass faggot. Watch your mouth when you talk about someone you only know thru multimedia.

Jesus, be a fence.

Sonic, make no sense.

Pardon me, Mike and Stik. That's just my passion talking.

#cHam

(#TheBlackDrRobotnik)

Emo word cobbler

Granted I'm articulate, this post will just be strung beads of emotion.

Year 10 without Mom. She was one of the most ... Nah... She was THEE most loving person I knew. I often found myself trying to find her type of love in others. Needless to say, it left a void that her death only amplified. Kids, you only get one mother. In the hood, Dad isn't always present and Mom doesn't always have class. Mom raised me right. And though the distance was and is great, Dad is goals.

After 4 attempts last night, we finally got a full 9-out-of-12 hour set. Thank you to those who stuck around. I do have a lot of ideas for drops this year. Jr. might come back, TTMH has a new mix folder (from which you can find the 4-part NYE '26 set)... all kind of ideas (Common/PR). I just have to worry about self-sufficiency. I can't keep giving high-level music for free, as if #TheProcess isn't in the marketplace.

Or can I?

I'm establishing a system for my music that is only verified and backed (technically) by StarChasers. Basically, I see which records catch a buzz amongst my people (outside of personal favorites and beats) and take note for a future retail release. Still, one thing Napster showed is if the listener is satisfied with music upon free download, they are "40%" likely to BUY it.

I believe in you, StarChasers!

This damn blow-up doll of a love life I have, b. Baddie and I are drifting even further apart, and ... Yo. For the first time in a long while, I don't have a woman in my life. I literally put and am putting music first (to tap back into earlier in this post). Except, it's more than the production/rhyme/song, etc. I'm looking at EVERYTHING. Yes I have a team, but it's impressive when you can bring action items to the table. So I guess this lone-time is making me a greater beast overall.

I'm just lonely.

I mean, bro. I'm not even looking at women the same way (pause). The better they look, the more they cost. This ain't high school. I can't just play Usher on the piano and get affection. I gotta wear the freshest shit, smell good, need maintained hair... And that's BEFORE the word "rapper" gets tossed around. It is possible that LA is leaving me jaded. Said with respect to this beautiful city and state.

Let her cook!

Look forward to this year, StarChasers. The gears are set to make it one for the books. I'll be honest, 2008-10 put a bad taste in my mouth (as far as industry politics and my "peers"). So maybe that's the fear of fame. But now, the personal side is SITUATED. Sha and I are good, H2 and I are good, Dre (Lenox) is holdin me down, Leroy is back in the picture... I feel unstoppable. 

All I gotta do is execute.

That's the key word (for me at least) for 2026. EXECUTE. EXECUTION. DOOIT, nigga.

#CH