Messed.

I was 2 days off my monthly shot, and noticed how much work I've done and how much rest I needed. I got my shot today, and don't feel like doing SHIT. 

I don't like this feeling.

I am still VERY hungry for the glory.

At the same time, I don't want to repeat myself.also at the same time, I've noticed my influence is at an all-time high. I also feel I've sparked the creative flame in Common, Nas, Ghostface, Pete Rock and DJ Premier.

 I talk about this all the time with Chris Rivera. My influence and overall motivation got everyone going. The real ones, at least. 

Hip-Hop is VERY competitive and cutthroat nowadays. I've had my throat slit a few times. By some big names that swear they support me. I'm over it. All I know is, I put it THE FUCK DOWN with the beats and bars, and my mixing is becoming bar none.

You're either proud of me or hating at this point.

Thank you to all my StarChasers who bear with my medded up self. I got some surprises I'm cooking up. And yes, they are taking FOREVER to put me in my apartment. Apparently, me sleeping outside in The Sun with a cigarette in my hand is a problem for the building owners. Yet I only test positive for THC. 

They just don't wanna give up the apartment that easy.

"But hey. What else can I say? I love LA!"
-Dr. Dre, "Crack A Bottle"

#beseated

Feds takin' pictures pt. 2

I'm already sure that my mother would be upset if she knew I served ANOTHER jail sentence. ESPECIALLY for what it's for. But if I get locked up over FREE MUSIC, I don't know what she would think.

I've already gotten warnings from the halfway houses I've been at, concerning the content of the music I been making in them. "Don't get too boisterous" was one of the warnings. They threatened to search my laptop for the master session files, because they couldn't believe they were real songs. 

They also know I'm a witch.
I think I'm on their radar. Don't you?

Fuck that. I'm takin' the Shady route. You want me? Come get me! I ain't doin' nothin that you would know about. Or would NEED to know about. It all comes out as music at the end of the day. So, peacefully and kindly, suck it.

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On a lighter note, I thought I lost the above picture.

Shouts to Sha-leik. Search his name in Spotify.

Tell him that I sent ya.

#beseated

Feds takin' pictures.

 I just woke up from a wack as dream. Basically, I got arrested for making free music with sampling. I was charged with Racketeering, Bootlegging, and Disturbing the Peace (for riotous music). 

Facing 20 years.

Yo.. If you like the music, let me know. If you LOVE the music, let me know. Y'all BEEN letting me know you hate the music. Look, all I'm trying to say is, the risk is not greater than the reward if the audience isn't pleased. And I know I been giving you ALL of me. 

I'm just a lil shook up. Holla at me in a few hours.

#beseated

Princess Incest 0fficial lyrics

(verse 1)

My motto in life. Never mind if I got a bottle of mine. Followed by a model. She wanna be as high as I am. I'm on the highest island. Why ya tryin'? No denying why I'm wilding. Gotta get down. There's prophecies around. Hottest beats. Hottest little season. Maybe it's sage. Consider it rage from Baby. I'm gettin' down like a seed. I grow up in just a matter of time. Cats get pissed 'cause I rhyme like a seed. And I'm fasting with 9. Yeah, it's a 9 now! Dare niggas try to find out now. Go ahead. Watch the flick. I'm chilling with my daughter. Doing the opposite.

(hook)

Look, but

don't touch.

Look, but

don't touch.

Look, but

don't touch.

I said, "Look, but

don't touch."

(verse 2)

She's angry with me, 'cause I been hanging with beasts. Being all peace and peaceful-like, knowing that i need the mic. I say things that'll start a fight with no end. Are you writing or quoting? If you quote, who knows? Dare you to go. Judo. Too close to the zone. Who knows what a poem is about? Ungh. Written in emotion. I'm like a po' Em (poem). You know it. And that's dope, kid. You don't know where I'm going? Wherever I want! Traveling faster than a feather in a blunt.

(hook)

Look, but

don't touch.

Look, but

don't touch.

Look, but

don't touch.

I said, "Look, but

don't touch."

(verse 3)

I hit the j (Jay) like Solange. You know how I do. I'm on a song. I ain't even tryna get on your thong. Just listen to this: what's wrong? Just by listening to this, all of that shit could be gone. Just let me know how nice you are. 'Cause I don't have to write a bar. Cats understand and feel. Lightning, where you stand. So chill. I got a handsome grill. All I'm tryna do is dance and chill. Ungh! Not standing still. I'm in the courtroom. I don't need to be there! Not my fault! Cash, coming as a reward soon...!

(hook)

Look, but

don't touch.

Look, but

don't touch.

Look, but

don't touch.

I said, "Look, but

don't touch."

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In music, Baby is code for Charles Hamilton, Jr. (me)

Horrorcore music aims specifically for daughters/little girls. I'm trying to redefine it.

Though The Hamilton Family has practiced incest, I am working at breaking the curse. I don't want to subject my daughters to ridicule.

Hope you enjoyed!!!!

#beseated

 

Indoor Jungle 0fficial lyrics

(verse 1)

Ungh! I got my soul in my backpack. Something you don't need to laugh at. Runnin' w/ homies with mad cracks and viles. And I have to get down. I ain't snitchin'! Y'all niggas innocent! I take all that! Hit me with a ball bat. And y'all niggas ain't listening! Matter fact, just fall back. Let me overdose on my own with the dope I supplied you. I'm the supplier. I hope I didn't lie to you. I know a bitch that sniffed 6 kis and got an attitude with me. And I didn't deck her... I let her overdose. "Fuck it. You owe me. One of these day's you'll blow me." I just OD'd. Just like you. Back to the future. What the fuck did I do?

(hook)

I wanna take my pills

and go to sleep.

Do you mind?

I wanna wake up with chills as I walk the street.

I don't mind.

no.

I don't mind.

(verse 2)

Damn it, Hamilton is like Gambit. Go ahead and deal. I'm ahead of what you feel. All the shit I get. UPS is like, "Kiss my grits!". No packages. Just attitudes, and niggas laughin' at the kid. So I pop my pill, like mama said to do. "Mama, I'm ahead of you (spiritually)!" I died with the first Lithium pill. Dumb real with the skill. Dumb ill. Not sick, just in a cockpit, and not knowing how to drive this shit. I mean, fly. So I cock back what in the cockpit of the holster... nigga, it's all over. Columbine Gang. "If I get decked, I'ma take all of the sky's respect. You heard?!"

(hook)

I wanna take my pills

and go to sleep.

Do you mind?

I wanna wake up with chills as I walk the street.

I don't mind.

no.

I don't mind.

(verse 3)

Overweight flow. Ugly Betty. 'smore to HchO. You know how that go... no more am I steady. Ugly Betty. Forget it. I'm regretting it. lol. Never forget it, then. Better than ever, whenever. Never will I behead a friend. So be a friend. I see about 3 of them. 144,000 will get saved. Put a switchblade on The Bible and that does not even matter in this sick age. Keep your distance, Paige! Shit... no I (Eye) for Me, no Iovine, no i in Apple..., no I in team, so I'm alone in the grapple.

(hook)

I wanna take my pills

and go to sleep.

Do you mind?

I wanna wake up with chills as I walk the street.

I don't mind.

no.

I don't mind.

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I think my logic speaks for itself.

#beseated

Healthcare in Hell

I have a practice now. It involves God, The Lord, Jesus and Satan. I got close to ALL FOUR in my last blunt session.  I'm not entitled to tell you the details. Just know that I am back in tune with myself.

One of my StarChasers is insisting that I "get away with murder" with my songs. That I haven't been "super Rapping", but "the songs make up for it". That was kinda my goal around 2014. I wanted the SONGS to be the standout. His example was "The Evil Microchip". Well, let's break it down:

1. I am The All Seeing Eye. You can hear, taste, feel and smell everything I do.
2. As The All Seeing Eye, I am The Creator.
3. As The Creator, I'm not sure how I feel about people being injected with a microchip that has all their information in it. Nor am I sure how I feel about people being barcoded for an "easier shopping experience".
4. The album "The Evil Microchip" was the antithesis of "African Child Pornography", in that it took a positive approach to handling matters of the world at large. "African Child Pornography" was The Creator's way of saying "I don't give a fuck; dooit!".

To express these thoughts requires bravery and ACTUAL EXPERiENCES. Both of which I display and talk about. Do I need to remind you that I thought I was being raped in a Harlem apartment by folks who subconsciously implied that they are higher ups in The Illuminati? I was scared, angry, lonely and ready to fight at all times. I used that rage to make music. 

Maybe I repeated myself a lot. I know I exhausted the concept of being a Goth. My reasoning? NO ONE CLAIMS GOTH SUBCULTURE, BUT WANTS TO CAPITALIZE ON IT (fashion, sounds, etc.)!. My Goths know and understand the fight. It's not over until EVERYWHERE looks like a Gothic village!

But I never slipped up. Meaning, I never fell off. I inverted my style to make the song more enjoyable.

Alas, this is just me talking. See for yourself!:

I'll be around.

#beseated

Because the Internet 0fficial lyrics

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(verse 1)

I acknowledge the power of magick. You grasp it?! Fuckin faggot. I actually enjoy rapping. Everyone's getting on my last nerve. Stop touching me! And don't fuck with me! I don't care about luxury. I just want my chick. It was Chuck and me, but then she decided to do some other sheet. I mean, shit. I mean... look at this shit! What, shite? Nutty Professor, when I fuck my chick at night! Mad fat. In her ass crack. And that's a doom. What happened to... THAT boy? The dude who was afraid of doom, but was rapping because "Hey! It was to assume that I didn't enjoy being in doom!". Plus I got people in my room, viewing me. It's you and me, Mr. I-Don't-Like-Life. And I'm the guy who I need to be on the mic...

(hook)

Madder, because of magick,

and I don't want you to have it!

Madder, because of magick!

My flow is automatic.

Madder, because of magick.

Do you want me sadder?!
Abra-FUCKING-cadabra!, nigga.

Abracadabra!

(verse 2)

Everyone's going nuts, but I castrate rap. Lacerate rap. Have a bacon stick of that. Not a stick of bacon. A strip. As in, "Mind your fuckin' business, Business!". Why is everyone paying attention, when I wasn't the one saying some shit that had everybody losing their mind? WHAT and THAT! You can't take that shit the fuck back! I said it on the mic, now anyone else is biting! And I said that, without writing! Fine. Lately I write my hooks down. And I don't have to look down. But when I do it, I'm the one looking stupid. On this microphone, I'm the nicest, and I hone in to my zone. But this mic belongs to Spud. Charles belongs to love, and Charles is in love with a chick in a thong.

(hook)

Madder, because of magick,

and I don't want you to have it!

Madder, because of magick!

My flow is automatic.

Madder, because of magick.

Do you want me sadder?!
Abra-FUCKING-cadabra!, nigga.

Abracadabra!

(verse 3)

Get your story straight, before your story gets straight. Shorty BEEN straight. More than a sensei. I bench weight. Like I'm moving coke. A lot people are wishing I was still thinking about a UFO reunion. So, here we go. Can I get them green guys back? I seem alive, in fact, when I rap. But I climax inside of some chick and can't get my vibe back. And then she killed herself. My vibe is dead. And I'm nice from the head. And I ain't gotta write. But, instead, just to impress, I let muthafuckas know I am too stressed to be blessed. Now, what a fuckin mess did I said. Instead me being so messy in my head, let's bring all of those shadows into the light. And see who's an asshole, or who wants to battle and fight.

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bars.

#beseated

Are you listening?

...came before this...

I think Mr. Mathers is listening. And as much as the world may hate it, we need each other.

Cheers to you, Mr. Mathers, son. lol

Let me cook something up in the meantime...

#beseated

Favorite Rapper Debates

I don't know who your favorite rapper is, if it isn't me. Technically, I don't care.

MY FAVORITE RAPPER CAME THROUGH!!!!!!!

Ya man can go from one of 4 personalities with ease, and tell you the story of each, in one song! Damn near IN ONE BAR!!!

I hope to impress you guys the way Eminem impressed me. BIG shouts to Slim Shady.

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MUCH success to you, my friend.

I see you, Jimmy! lol

#beseated

Camo

Apparently, no one caught what I did with the last post. Which means no one knows how to truly blog. And I'm not mad! lol I just wanted to get that off my chest (about Drake being "better than me"). One of my StarChasers checked me on it. And I thank him! Just know that I rebuilding from thinking such and knowing better.

Thank you for bearing with me.

Eminem is supposed to be dropping an album. The premise is magic. Making his career disappear. I don't know what he's doing, but he's somewhat playing into my grand scheme. 

I may get abducted this summer. Who knows(?). Just stay tuned!

How's the kingdom?! I gotta make sure everyone is okay before I get into my next endeavor: conquering space!

Any aliens wanna go on a tour of space with me? Reptilians, Xenomorphs... all the above. You're MORE than welcome to come travel the stars with me. Chase them, even...!

#beseated

Make me better.

Being in these halfway houses, I run into young, up-and-coming MCs who just want to be heard. I can't say I take them under my wing, because to do so, they would have to lose their sense of self and pick up their "cross". So I don't pressure them to "emulate" me or whatever. But I always drop jewels and break 'em down, hoping they would understand and manifest their own destiny. 

Today, I was with Dellanor (D the Kid, being his rap name) and I told him a story. Basically, I said "I'ma tell you something I never told anyone before. You ready? 

I think Drake is better than me."

And that's not a lie. I do feel he has mastered modern pop music to his advantage. He's got skills. I kept my mouth shut long enough. The boy (Drake) can spit. I think these "reference" records are all cap (bold face lies) and that Lil Wayne wouldn't have signed him if he needed a ghostwriter. 
And lest we forget the whole "Drake raped me in my sleep" thing I was paranoid about for as long as he's been on top. I leave THAT situation alone, and chalk it up to "someone being in my ear as a snake". 

Now, just because I think Drake is better doesn't mean I haven't improved myself, or that I will stop making music. I just won't be like the 99% of EVERYONE ELSE and make music JUST LIKE him. I think that's disgusting. To BE the man, WOOOOOO!, you've got to BEAT the man! 

And I plan to be the man again.

He's sent both shots and shouts. The shots are up for debate (none detectable to the human ear), but the shouts are still available. He started a blog (hint), on which he said I was in his Top 10 Semi-Underground list. I saw that shout, and raised it by saying on MY blog that he was the #1 young rapper out. I even put myself at #12, saying I was numbers 1 AND 2. 

No one caught the KRS reference.

But yeah, StarChasers. You are officially allowed to indulge in Drizzymania. I won't be mad. Won't cry. Won't shed a tear. I know you love me. I just know when something is of urgent matters and requires you to listen. Look. I'm only aspiring to be who you listen to. So I don't need much to make that happen. You guys should aspire to do and be more. Being a #loser means being so focused on one's craft that you miss out on social happenings. 

I could've died from Covid and not gave a fuck, because I found out the LOUD way (phone calls, emails, alerts, etc.). I know I have to do better with communicating with the outside world. But I get in my zone and create. And honestly, that's what brought us here today. So yeah. Let me cook with a Drake picture as my bullseye (not literal, at all). Understand that I feed off the passive subs he sends at me. I fuel off it. It makes me attack the mic. 

But I could be wrong.

and i might owe him an apology.

The next 2 years will speak VOLUMES to my work ethic.
Nevertheless.

#beseated

WorldGothDay

It was brought to my attention recently that World Goth Day recently passed. Though I feel bad for not knowing, I also feel that subscribing to holidays are the wrong kind of pagan. As a Goth, World Goth Day is everyday, no matter what color I'm wearing. I've seen some DOWN ass Goths who were wearing everyday colors. Maybe they were decisively dull, the colors. Still, we vibed. Damn near the same day, I saw 2 Gothic "brides" outside of the DTLA Apple store. We vibed, shared a smile, and kept pushing.

I have a girl, now. Can't be having "moments" with random chicks.

But what would one do on World Goth Day? It lands on May 23rd, which is the release date of "The Marshall Mathers LP" (2000). I'm not sure if Em sees himself as a Goth (he's dead a Blood), but his appeal to them/us is through the damn roof. Or is it just me? 

I almost take responsibility for Em's 20+ year reign of terror. I am (indeed, in fact) The All Seeing Eye. You hear everything I hear, feel what I feel, see what I see, taste what I taste, smell what I smell... I am a slave to outer opinion. Em got me out of my shell, as far as going from being completely outgoing to being a shell full of potential. You often seem me give credit to J Dilla for helping me get out of my shell, but no. Em had me acting a damn fool in class, as well as spittin FIRE at will.

The Dilla Effect came through in high school.

But not every Goth is a big Shady head. Some people use Goth Subculture as a reason to dive into homosexuality. In my opinion, homosexual Goths are Satanists. You clearly made your choice. I am speaking from experience. You can't LIVE in sin and expect God's grace. I know, I know. "God is Dr. Dre! He don't give a fuck!" 

Dr. Dre is a homophobe.
Dead assically, most of the Interscope roster was/is (I heard they got bought).

I didn't wanna rub Jimmy the wrong way (pause!), but I SERIOUSLY needed to know what the company policy was regarding homophobia/homophobic lyrics. I mean, damn... The House That Shady Built, ya know? And I'm from Harlem. My mind only opens but so much. Like a moon roof. But homosexuality is a real issue in the world. Could be what ends it. Could be what begins it. The world, that is...

World Goth Day should be on June 6th. Celebrations should start at 6am (break day from the night before), continue up to 6pm, and there be a HUGE rave from 6pm until 6am the next day. Something like that. Regardless, don't let color or social bondage deter you from claiming you're a Goth. Just know that you DO have to represent your shit at some point. 

Even the street gangs are drawing lines in the sand.

#beseated

I do declare...

I always end up in a bind where I have MANY ideas, and not enough outlets. That sentence ALONE came with much thought and consideration. But onward. I find that now since I've declared myself king, there is nothing else to go for. Nothing else to live for. All I have to do is provide for you sonic entertainment to last the year. Then I can THINK about passing the throne/cepter/crown.

Still. I have a dope concept for an album. Rather, this particular album will be a particular ritual... within music theory.

"It always starts again. You move forward. With or without it."

"Talking cryptic? Naw. You're all stalling, and I'm quick (Quik; special shout out)!"

#beseated