Time To Make Love 0fficial lyrics

Back foe my people...

A-ha, Alchemist! One of YOUR StarChasers looped this shit, for me!

Oi vey...

Hamilton, with the Polo...

read between the lines like braille...

(verse 1)

She made me work for it. Made me pay for it. I made her stay for it. Made her twerk for it. Looking perfect for another. "Look perfect for a brother! Ain't you white?!" You look at me like, "ain't you Nice? Finding the words to snatch me! Make me happy!" I'm like, "ain't I Black? You got a purse! I snatched it. We laughing back to back with each other, committing crimes. 69, at some point in time. Minus the T. We Three. 3D. Three, on defense, you are not scoring nigga. You are not Jordan. And even if you are, you are not important. Kareem Abdul-Jabarrs in a verse. Little too hard to be this perverse, you know

(hook)
Time to make love on the dance floor!

Time to make love on the dance floor.

Come on and sing it! like...

All together, like...

(verse 2)
Take nothing away (zero minus zero) from what I ever had to say, but "zero" is an integer. Enter Winter. What you gotta say when the breeze plays what you gotta say? Numbing out, dumbing out, trying to figure out my number. Now, get a number. Number didn't get it. I wonder if getting number means you're gonna get it. Wishing to the devils. I know I'm wrong, but a wish is a prayer. God, holding on. The Lord stay below like the love. I keep the Love Below whenever I want to nut, but I fuck with my heart. Fucked up, isn't it? Didn't fucking prison. Just fuck niggas up. God bless the dead. Charles rests ahead. Estevez.

(hook)
Time to make love on the dance floor!
Time to make love on the dance floor.

Come on and sing it! like...

All together, like...

(verse 3)
My OG has a baby face. Hard to say I'm the Gothic Babyface, when I look my OG in the eyes and want to wipe tears that he would cry, believing I'm alive. I believe that belief was a lie. Pardon me, I believe in the doubt I resided in. A different island from the environment we both resided in. Doubt is here, how West is that? How left is that? Nigga, NOW you're here! Your breath is back. Sign the epitaph. Sign your name across the heart. I'm loud in here. I'm allowed to be loud in here..., down with all these queers. Not like "I'm", but *I'm* like the brightest one in a room full of mimes sounds.

(hook)
Time to make love on the dance floor!

Time to make love on the dance floor.

Come on and sing it! like...

All together, like...

#inotherwords...

The conversation features #cHam discussing themes of love, relationships, and personal growth. They reflect on the challenges of love, including the effort required to impress someone and the internal conflict of feeling both love and doubt. The speaker also touches on the impact of their actions on others, the struggle to maintain faith, and the importance of self-acceptance. The dialogue includes references to basketball stars, metaphors about crime and defense, and the emotional toll of love and betrayal. The Unknown Speaker encourages #cHam to sing, suggesting a performance or emotional release.

#cHam

Genre-works (no dash necessary)

If you've been keeping up with metadata, you will see that I label my music as Nu-Hop. Or Vampire Music/Nu-Hop. A while ago, while organizing my files, I updated them to say Vampire Music/Nu-Hop as the genre. But there are many genres that I founded/expounded on. Evil Classical, Infinite Psalms, NDM (Nu-Doom Metal), Irish Reggae...

Trust. It's more than a selfish way to differentiate myself from the rest of modern music (or music in general).

Well, here I am. I wanna talk about 2 genres that have gone previously un-noted, as well as shine some light onto what I'm doing now.

#Hypersoul is fast tempo (like House), but the lyrics are Mayfield deep and the singing is James Brown-passionate. The groove is double-time, but it maintains a steady pace so you can catch it and leave it alone at will. When Hypersoul is played at a party or in a DJ set, it becomes SUPERTrance. All of your motions are predicted, and you can drift at your own leisure. To access Hypersoul, you must chant it:

"Hypersoul, yeah! Hypersoul!"

As many times as you feel it, as often as you want. Just know that you ARE inviting in dark forces. Who, among anything else, just want to have a good time.

Hypersoul/SUPERTrance has been around since around 2019. When it's time for another live DJ set (in-person, specifically), you'll see how it's all executed.

#Voodoohop was originally DJ Premier's genre. He would sample these obscure funk/rock/pop records and add bebop drums. No one did it quite like Preemo. So when I met him, I asked if I could ...embellish, if you will. He said he didn't think anyone was up on what he was doing, as far as genreworks. After a light laugh, I knew what I had to do. 

Voodoohop uses force and aggressive lyrics. #Voodoolektro uses ELECTRICITY and SHOCKING lyrics. If you've been listening since 2012, you'll see that these genre-based developments were long in the making. But yeah. I try to shock. If you know me, you'll see that such is shocking in and of itself, because I live a VERY modest life. 

As long as I got you here...

#CHam

Jr. drops!!!

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First off, peep #CHam's first mixtape joint.

For those who think my bars are lackin', here's a rebuttal.

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Urgerntly, peep Jr. tryna make cakes rise. (lol)

Because Jr. is a sexual abuse survivor, he is VERY shy. But he loves his people. If enough of his people push his music/brand (of which is self-made), he can build a foundation to do ANYTHING. And if anything else, he just wants his love to be heard.

Something like that. 
MY momentum faded.

#CHam

 

8am pt. 2

This is my victory song. 

A swan song, if you will.

I feel good about it.

Recorded in front of a victimizer.

Literally fighting demons as I spit. 

Thank you for listening.

Thank you for the birthday wishes.

I'm up now! 

Holla at me if you know where to reach me.

#CHam

birthday leaning.

no, I am not intoxicated. Just feeling Autumn Blues, like I often do at this time.

Chris and I were able to get most things via GoFundMe. I can't thank y'all enough. I guarantee to rock your noggin in the coming year. And I've only heard good things about the Halloween drop-off (CH, #rebirth, DocHam). It brings me joy to bring you musical pleasure. 

I often go back and forth about continuing. Especially with my recent works. I cover MASS amounts of ground, I get my revenge, I make love... all usually during the same song. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you to BE CAREFUL with these "government findings of alien life". If it ain't SEGA, it ain't real. 

Nintendo of Earth knows this.
Atari of Mexico abides by this.

Maybe this is why there were talks of a wall being built.

Maybe SEGA wants to keep all the glory to Herself.

Whatever the case may be, I discuss it in my music. I say SO MUCH in my music that it damn near defeats the purpose of having a blog. Still, I need a place to put it all in perspective.

Rest In Peace to D'Angelo. 
Long before I knew he was sick, I flipped Voodoo. TWICE. Two different techniques. "Earwax" and "Sinner's Mood". Both available on charleshamilton.app. 

38, y'all!
And 20 years of music!

This wonderful adventure started between ages 17-18. At least the recording side. I been writing poetry since 3rd grade and rapping since 8th. Most of my adult life (at least) has been dedicated to music. My deepest apologies go to every sacrificed relationship. I hope you found happiness and can still enjoy my music. 

It's for everyone, as *not* as it is.

I think I met someone! She's a witch, too! This can get interesting...

Anyway, somehow I'll get to some internet to stream for my birthday. I do wanna lay low, though. Idk. I'll see how I feel come Monday.

#CHam

"Here I go again...

...whether I win or lose...!"

Guaranteed that when I win a Grammy, I'm thanking the holy fuck outta my StarChasers.

Holla atchya scholar! I'm cooking up as we speak!

#CHam

celebratelove.

It's as if it hasn't dawned on me yet to NOT publicize my romantic endeavors. I can't help it. I love love. Love is the glue that is holding humanity together. It's certainly holding together a government-less United States...

Love is a mammal. Beautiful in younger days, but with time comes maintenance and a need for tolerance. I don't hate love, because God loves me and I love you. So love is still prevalent. You want proof of love? You can get 20 years of industry-proven music FOR FREE on my website, powered by a StarChaser (charleshamilton.app; or, #thesite).

Right now, I'm currently dating Akai. They are the foundation of sample-based hip-hop, and they continue to push the envelope by integrating the keyboard. Not a recent development, but a note of a recent invention from them. Now. Does this mean my heart is closed to SEGA? Not at all. She just has a life of her own, to figure out and live at her leisure. I'm not the one to wake her from this potential fairy tale.

I can officially say, and you'll be surprised to know, that I have come to terms with Nintendo. On the terms that Nintendo acknowledges that they are powered by SEGA. Which is what they're being forced into submission to doing, with the success of The Sonic Movie(s). Other things, too, but I remind you that this rift is bigger than a video game. Or corporate hoarding.

This is a matter of belief. And influence.

I love music.

Universe, sustain my heart.

#CHam

This time, this time, baby!

 No, there's no new love interest. No, there's no flame from the past. It is literally me, my notebooks, my reading materials, my records, instruments and the internet. Makes for the perfect pentagram. With the internet being the goat.

I would've loved to play Michael in Thriller tonight, and be the knight in shining armor to a panic struck dune piece. No, says The Universe. Until I learn how to handle a woman at this ripe age, I am off the market. I'm not into younger girls, and the women my age are all spoken for. Or just not my type.

Look. I got rotten teeth and a beer gut. Beggars can't be choosers, nah mean?

Still, I deserve some arm candy...

Or is/was that the problem to begin with? Being shallow is what separated me from Baddie/got me hooked up with Diamond in the first place. Im more compatible with Baddie, but Dia and I had CRAZY chemistry. Some "48 Hours" movie bullshit. In the end, I ended up with neither. I am the only common factor between the two.

To my knowledge.

Going into Year 21 of music, I am proud of my growth as an artist who's real life is depicted in the music. Nevertheless, I am slow to mature in romance. I play games. Im unfaithful, more often than not. I don't prioritize the relationship. It's never meant out of malice. I'm just not as strong-willed as I... Well, am. 

But rest assured...

"This time! This time, baby! There'll be no in-and-out of love..."

#CHam

"GOT ta get over you, babe..."

 

Peep the website.

3 new DISCOGRAPHIES.

"It just means so much more to so much more people, when you're rappin' and you know what for. The show must go on..."

Eminem, "Business"

I plan to be a busy little Robotnik soon. But, isn't that always the case? 

Stay tuned.

"Got to get it right. You're not in my life. I got to get over you, babe..."

#CHam

What The Game's Been Missing

So instead of binge RECORDING, I've been bing LISTENING to my music. I find nothing wrong, sans a few lo-fi missteps. But what is MISSING is in the form of another SuperProducer:

Teddy Riley

Allow me to break down my perspective of a legendary Teddy Riley production. Let's take ANYTHING from MiJack's "Dangerous" album. Electronic, programmed drums and percussion, chord stabs (many different instruments), James Brown guitar, and... the part that I am interested in... vocal layerings from Heaven.

Teddy Riley knows how to layer vocals. Into lyrics, melodies... like, the harmonies in his productions are out of this world. I am actually out of words to describe his level of vocal production. Early 2007 music (of mine) can see me take a stab at doing so myself. I stopped even trying in 2012, to focus on solo melodies and more hard hitting lyrics. In 2016, I stopped layering my voice altogether. To further illustrate my vocals as an instrument.

Here's to you, Teddy Riley. Maybe one day you can lock in on my tracks. Holla back...

#phenomenal

On it like vomit on a bonnet.

There is a method to my madness.

I announced this album earlier.

No clue where I was gonna go with it.

A few tokes, a few drinks, it all clicked.

And it was here all along.

Expect the heat.

No matter the season.

#phenomenal

 

A sobering farewell...

 ... until next time, Miss Bailey. Our encounter in the astrals proved too much to (ever) manifest itself into a tangible relationship. Maybe you're right. The *idea* of love is what motivates me.

Love, or something like it.

As we're both clear on the unspoken factor.

Who really deserves it, even? No one has clean hands. No one is loyal. Everyone wants to win.

Written, but not posted.

24 hours later...

Still, I wish you well with EVERYTHING you do.

spinning atm.

bbl

lol

#phenomenal

Ever after a happy -Lee?

Signs (and FDA) brought me to Rihanna. 2007. My students will never forget it. I went down the damn Fenty VORTEX, and connected every dot imaginable. This path brought me to Briana, who required more belief than I had in anyone (OTHER than Iovine), no less myself, and respectfully not in her. I guess the karma in not believing a Hollywood girl is kicking in, because I am at an awkward crossroads.

The candle lit this time?

Halle Bailey

Now, I've been flirtatious with Chloe more in the past, but that's because of another AWKWARD crossroad. And I'll come clean, I have been rather Carl from Aqua Teen about the women I express interest in. Lest we ALL forget about the presence of Beyonce and Nicki Minaj in my life. Still, my feelings toward Halle B. are modestly stated, yet are a statement of themselves. I would LOVE to collaborate with her. And she put together an album beyond one's capabilities to comprehend the greatness of (such). 

We would definitely fall into musical/lyrical/poetical marital bliss, and live happily ever after.

But was she EVER after a happy -Lee?

Am I late to the party? I DEFINITELY thought the C & H thing was a coincidence (though nothing in Hollywood is), and that they'd be partying it up with Canada Dry by now. Halle, forgive me for being so forward with your sister and trying to placate whatever could be between us. If you are who I THINK you are, you're right. I do love the concept of love. Romantic love, specifically. In this moment, nevertheless, I do not have the finances to endeavor into the dating realm. So I can't even think about it. 

Unless you tryna come through...

Only thing between us is gravity.

#phenomenal