In the business of entertainment (music, movies, magazines, modeling, etc.), there is a right and correct way to go. This does include rites of passage-esque rituals that are too dark to be talked about openly. These rituals determine who's right-er in the grand scheme of things.
Nothing directly having to do with talent.
But if you're boastful about your talent, you'll whet the appetite of someone who is just as (if not hungrier) hungry as you. Don't let anyone (or just anyone) eat off your plate. In fact, if you're not ready for that kind of hunger being around you, don't get in the music business.
The few friends I have in this business are BULLIES creatively, but socially, lambs. They're vulnerable, as they are mighty. I want to hide them in my pillowcase and let them make their magic from there. Alas, they are "too big" for the pillowcase. They need to face their people.
I want to put so many people I've met in the last 3 years ON TO GAME. They deserve to know what it takes to be famous. But I don't want them to lose their inner child to the game. That's the damn cost, y'all. You're innocence. I want to keep mine. I make better music with it. However, I am privy to the darkside (threesomes, animal sacrifice, hard drugs, Everclear/Devil's Springs, etc.). I know things most of these posers claim to BE about. It's my love for God (and my StarChasers) as to why I'm not active in The Field of Satanism.
However, I am ACTIVE in TheAstralPlane.
lol so is CeCe.
Gotta run.
^ ^ ^ "Back outside, here's Hamilton launching!!!" #yessir!!!
I am aware that God has His eyes on me. I can feel The Hand of The Lord. Jesus needs my respect. Still, Beelzebub, Lucifer and Damien reach out to me. It is a cycle that I cannot break, nor do I wish to break it. I need to work on my trust in Jesus. I'll admit to that. And God (& The Lord) are giving me permission to continue with Magick. After the "Back Outside" session, they saw the vision and want to show appreciation to it.
I prove that it's all real. Through my music.
I don't have a speaker yet (in my new apartment!), so I just been playing joints off my MacBook. Great sound, but the bass is deceiving. I design sound in headphones, for when it is played aloud. In headphones, you can hear the attention to detail. But it KNOCKS in speakers. And real DJs know how to EQ my music so that it doesn't distort.
Shit, so do I. On top of the fact I just gave a away a secret about my music.
Today I move into my new apartment! I already feel like I shared too many details about it. But yes. Today is the day I waited almost 3 years for.
Though it comes as a sigh of relief, it is also a reminder of the heinous crime I committed to end up in this predicament. I would like to again apologize to the family of Tanea J., as well as to Tanea (Baddie) herself. It was completely out of character for me, and such behavior will not be repeated.
I don't feel like I deserve a woman in my life. I'm very selfish, I snore violently, ...I just want to be by myself. I haven't had any alone time (really) in the last 2-3 years. And the meds are easy to keep up with, so that won't be a problem.
It all boils down to the music.
The music is getting sharper than ever before. And if you miss "the writtens", you can check my Twitter/X page. I been writing little 6-bar verses on there from time to time. Also, check out my poetry blog for more literary works of mine. But I want to feel free with my music. I don't feel all the way free with my music when it's written. Very constrained. I like how I feel when I listen back to something unwritten.
That's kinda the most important part.
I don't think I'll be going live today. Gotta pack up and prepare for the move, as well as unpack when I get there.
In the meantime, I am in squared circle with my sight on blind. Intertwined with my eyes on purple, because I been kinda high. Relating to the night sky. It's not black all the time... . Unless you travel to space. Pardon me. The Bible wanna battle my face. Lookin' at you, you lookin' for me. I'm lookin' in you for me. You find me to continue. I'm the reason you breathe and bleed. So do you. So am I. Paper cut. Waking up. So alive. No one try to wake it up enough. Wake the Word up like The. Same time, you are my bruh. Thank you. The ancient angel of Danger. Stranger to love. They waking me up, making me touch it...!
(hook)
BLOGS to the system!
I am going back inside to write.
...and I'ma write me a SHOCK to the system.
"Now you're going back inside of the light!"
(verse 2)
They blinded me with science like the guy who's trying to be my C-O-D-Y. Like Rhodes. My son. Dolby. Number one, when in your system. But we are in the future. Surround sound basically is pounded down to what you call around town with. Now does that make me a Townsend, or do I have to be about shit? Technology is ruining your mind. You're basically learning things that you ain't know, in due time. And I'm to blame. I'm so ahead of my time, my migrane is a head of you guys. And you feelin' it. Thank you. Rock with your boy. Far from an angel. Can't stop. I deploy. And when I deploy, my very shot destroys. Off the top, but there's a hotter boy. What?!
(hook)
BLOGS to the system!
I am going back inside to write.
...and I'ma write me a SHOCK to the system.
"Now you're going back inside of the light!"
(verse 3)
Nothing that is hidden, will not be known. Therefore, you had to know that shot was from the dome. Word, verse. Of a perverse shot. Now you gettin' mad because you hurt the block. Drive-by. I do the same when I walk by. But I end up with a fly chick. See me as a fly guy. She's seeing me as the wise type. I'm not wise. Because of my might. But I feel like more of a man for feeling less of a man. I feel like Christ. You do not like what I write. And you don't see what I see. If you do, you're lying to me. Like Iovine telling me I'm the truth. That means there's much better. My self-esteem gotta get severed. I made a mistake. I made an imperfection. Now make me make a lesson. My ladies. My fellas. Let's take it together and save it. Forever.
(hook)
BLOGS to the system!
I am going back inside to write.
...and I'ma write me a SHOCK to the system.
"Now you're going back inside of the light!"
* * * SONG MEANING: No matter what contract you sign, once you sign you become property of Nintendo of America. Like it or not. The way to fight the power is NOT to join, but to LEARN. STUDY. EDUCATE yourself.
"Back Inside" is from the album "Affirmative Action", which is available on my Bandcamp (click it!). You can also find tracks from the album on YouTube (thanks Matteo!!!).
While incarcerated, God gave me a mission. I told him in order to complete this mission, I need my own space. I can't give myself to God in front of people. He didn't seem to take offense, because he blessed me with this situation where I may get my own apartment in the near future. As the time draws nearer to getting this place, I'm getting anxiety about completing this mission.
I'm trying, God.
The memories haunt me. My decisions taunt me. I know I can do better for you. Nevertheless, you're allowing me time with my brothers on the slide (crate dig, y'all). I can't thank you enough for clearing the air between us.
I NEED George.
I WANT Dilla.
I RESPECT Jack.
And that's just the original "other 3".
Daft, DaM and Knuckles know I love them. There's just a deeper love 4 has for each other. So I hope they don't feel ostracized by me.
But DAMN, God! You got love for my peoples, too!
I can't let you down. And I know the people are gonna love what we're working on.
Goths, I'm a work in progress. Christian upbringing. Korn/Eminem nourishment.
Former pyromaniac.
Former carver.
Intentional overdose-er (not just lyrics).
I'm finding my soul. I miss Rock-n-Roll. Modern rock sucks cock.
I also kinda miss New York winters. I'm just more in a rush to address my declining love for Rock.
Still love you, my playground!!! (NYC)
Nothing like you, anywhere on Earth!
Good morning, LA!!! What are we gonna agree on feverishly today?
I been talking about this folder of music for a while. I figured you guys will go into the Google Drive link and find it. But yeah. This is music I made while using my MacBook as a Ouija Board. Fun, dark, sometimes hard to understand. But all natural, pure vibes.
RIP Mom.
You were around in these times. In the other room, at times.
This is probably an entry for the C. Hamilton blog (celhjr.blogspot.com). Regardless, it's getting spooky in #TheHamiltonQuazar.
First of all, "Back Outside" is complete. It's a matter of how to release it, as well as time itself. I have to get perfectly acquainted with this album ("This Perfect Life", "The Pink Lavalamp", "Dream On", etc) before I release it. I want to BE THERE WITH YOU, EACH TIME YOU EXPERIENCE IT. Hopefully you guys can take note of what I'm doing and improve the overall landscape of music. We can't always rely on the work of the past to influence us (Hip-Hop). Most of it was competitive and macho.
Feel free to unite to my music. It's all honest, all raw, all quality.
I say this, because there is more harsh music out there.
Produced under the watchful eye of God.
The Honorable One.
I thank you.
Please show me grace and mercy.
To the other 9 Devils (we welcome ?uestlove and Black Thought to Nintendoville), hold your head. And don't DIRECTLY disrespect God. If He gets caught in the crossfire, it was meant to be. Just honor Him. I gotchu if this should lead to our downfall.
