Shore One 0fficial lyrics

(verse 1)

I dig my toes into the sand. Hip-Hop knows that I'm the man. I get my soul from under the land. Now, who is the man who's under the man? I gotta pick up my shoes and then get as fly as dudes when they be spittin' rhymes, but NO! I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid of dying alone. But I'm not afraid of dying alome in this guy's home. Pardon me for mispronouncing alone, but I can't pronounce anything I own. I mispronounce! Therefore, getting on this bounce, especially after I produced it means... getting down. Look around. And see a chick who's kinda like my book... on the ground.

(hook)

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Amber it's the way you make me feel.

I fall.

(verse 2)

I'm dead being honest, y'all. From the head I'm just honest, but... everytime I fall in love, my honesty sucks. Just imagine if I had Jamarris and the chick who's... quite possibly on the side of me. Yuck. The shit could be some kind of tough luck. Or love, because they all leave. And they all autumn. And they all fall for me. But these waves of grain stay in my brain. And she stays by my side just to complain. She's not my bride. She's not a dame. I'm just lying when I say I'm lame. And that's what she'd say. And these days, she'd say "please stay" when I wanna hang up. When I'm tired of arguing. But this is not a heart. This is two hearts being twins.

(hook)

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Amber it's the way you make me feel.

I fall.

(verse 3)

I blocked you out of my brain to remain sane. 5th grade, wish I did the same thing. You were not there as someone who I'd care for, but you are exactly who'd I'd care for. Therefore, the love I wish to share with you, is near the floor. The bottom of my heart. My heart got rocks in, and I'm stoppin' it when it wants to depart. I wanna share this same broken heart with you. I hope my heart is true and focused and lookin at you. You lookin at me. Now. Look what we can do when we're free! We're of age. The love age. Justice pays. Now who wants to disrupted it by reading it wrong? And I don't care if I gotta see you in a thong. I'm just...

(hook)

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Amber it's the way you make me feel.

I fall.

(hook)

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Standing on the shore.

Waiting for a hippie to call.

Amber it's the way you make me feel.

I fall.

Song 2 about Amber.

I impressed myself! Gotta check out The Mind of Charles Hamilton again... damn!

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Focused Energy 0fficial lyrics

(verse 1)

The last time I seen you, you lost some weight. Which made me feel awful, okay? I felt like I wanted to toss you a plate of my heart and walk away, but you'd start to fade. With a wave. And I'd start to say "hey" to the sky and the guy who I'm not supposed to believe in. So am I supposed to be close to you? I can't read it. I meant to say "om"... I mean Am... I mean, DAMN. You see how you fuckin' up my focus? You can possibly be the one for me, or you could be the one I run from. With ease (The Beast). So I stay away from both subjects. I'm married with children now. And I hope love gets the best of the both of us. The wame I wake up with... The One... shit. See how you making my brain wake up shit? I don't want to hurt you. I never will. But forever we will be still. Your energy.

(hook)

Everywhere I go,

I can see you, I can feel you, I believe you. Am I real to you?

Everywhere I go,

I can see that me believing is a problem. Do I deal with you?

Everywhere I go,

I hope you know amber is the color of the energy.

Everywhere I go,

I hope you know amber is the color of the energy.

(verse 2)

I mean, you've always been slender as far as I can remember. But it's almost December. At least in my heart. November is where I start. And you know not to call the police when shit gets dark. I am the police, but... "GUITAR!", because you don't need to call anybody but me. And your body was mean. I can't believe I had to pretend your body was Bey just to get me out. Now I'm living out loud what this living's about. Just to see you. Yes, that's the reason why we all exist. I guess. Though it is the honest truth, I can bet you want me to be inside of you/on top of you as a gesture called thank you. I can be A Jester Called Thank You and just make you laugh like and angel. In my whiteboy terms, I wanted to bang you. In my black terms, I just want to hang with you.

(hook)

Everywhere I go,

I can see you, I can feel you, I believe you. Am I real to you?

Everywhere I go,

I can see that me believing is a problem. Do I deal with you?

Everywhere I go,

I hope you know amber is the color of the energy.

Everywhere I go,

I hope you know amber is the color of the energy.

(verse 3)

I want to climb trees with you.

I want to find me with you.

I can define me with you.

I'm ready to go.

I want to smoke lime weed with you.

And hope I don't bleed with you.

But you know how that goes, when you don't know how that goes.

Climbing up your legs after intercepting your toes' wishes to beg. So I listen to your head. Instead of your heart. What else am I to do? I help you out a lot. Can you help me while I'm in the booth? And not hurt me by saying the exact same thing I do? Which is a genius move, but I've seen you move. You're dark and bright. I need you all my life, even if we're not the lovers-falling-in type.

(hook)

Everywhere I go,

I can see you, I can feel you, I believe you. Am I real to you?

Everywhere I go,

I can see that me believing is a problem. Do I deal with you?

Everywhere I go,

I hope you know amber is the color of the energy.

Everywhere I go,

I hope you know amber is the color of the energy.

Amber is the girl on Twitter making accusations. We know each other. Don't take it too serious. This song was recorded before she started doing this. There's another song from 2012 that I plan to transcribe about her.

Here's to you, Stewart Little.

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Introducing Dr. Hamilton

In case you get too lonely post-Hypergoth!.

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3rd Eye Magic on Spotify

Expect all the classics on there soon.

Who wants me to spot if they made a mistake? ;)

CYoung is in a league of his own, challenging the greats in the big league itself.

I humbly submit myself before music.

Someone's watching...

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New 3rd Eye Magic

 All CYoung (Chris) with the bars.

All CH with the sound (except for "Shaq"; Chris knows the producer)

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Check it out!

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Photofortherecord

Longtime StarChasers Chris Rivera  and Tyler Maine are doing the covers for my Bandcamp music. Get in contact with me and let me see your vision. Bless y'all.

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Ladies' Taster's Choice

 Well, hello.

there you are, here I am.

Apparently there are more than a few of you. Watching, listening, admiring. 

I'm talking to the ladies.

#theladies

I'm sorry if you feel I've been negligent. Or disrespectful. I usually shut the doors and blinds to all women when I'm in a relationship, and am actually kinda shy. In recent years, I've been unfaithful, emotionally (and physically) abusive and overall less than who and what I am. 

I am a lover. No question.

I think competing with certain rappers and, mostly executives, made me as callous as I have become.

I want to say I'm sorry. 
And hope that you forgive.

I'm not controlling. I just make deep love.

I dont have a little dick, but I dont have an appealing body (now I have a gut).

My voice can get annoying.

I mostly only focus on music. If not, women. No woman, no cry, right?

Women may lead to my downfall. But my heart will always be in the right place. So...

can we fall in love again?

let me know, y'all....

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Age of the Scorpio

 How old is too old? I'm now 34, with about 14k songs and beats (countless albums). I've made it into the mainstream 2-3 times, each with a different viewpoint and style. I have a Gold EP (The Black Box) and a Platinum album (Hamilton, Charles). I just don't have a plaque for them (they cost). Almost every rapper out is influenced by me, or is the antithesis of what I represent (despite how Gothic they try to appear to be). I've taken breaks, but I always come back.

Do you want to see me rapping past 40? 

I don't have the same style, I'm not as angry, there's no beef to address, I have my accomplishments (honorary Grammy winner)... I feel good about where I'm at at age 34. There is always the hunger and quest for more, but I don't really have that. I want the financial stability that my current situation is offering and creative freedom. Still, I'm getting offers of 8-figure, lifetime deals (like I requested). 

I guess I'm questioning whether I still want that. I would still have to perform and make music to compete with. The biggest competitor is Drake, and he's showing no signs of stopping. I don't fear him, but executives might. Lil Baby is giving him a run for his money, but that means nothing to all the backpackers who wished for me to be the rising star of the business.

Then again, there it is. I'm a backpack MC (think about it, for those who know). I switched from lyricist to MC, and battled all the top guys in each bracket (top lyricist, top MC). I'm tired of battling. I'm tired of subbing. I'm tired of playing chess with imaginary players. I'd rather be silly on the mic. You may not be able to sing along, but you'll have fun listening. That's what I want to do.

There is a plan for my musical life post-Hypergoth!. And it starts at charleshamilton3.bandcamp.com. There's no telling when and where it will conclude. But I'm looking at the clock, and... my future is determined by my StarChasers. Once again.

Continue?

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Introducing...

 

New music.

New era.

100% produced by me.

Life post-Hypergoth!.

Things are a-changin'!

Keep me in your prayers.

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Suspended by gravity.

 I just want to free write right now. 

I haven't been writing a lot, because I didn't want to narrate free will. The answers are in front of you, the good, bad and ugly are revealed, consequences are known. For their protection, I will limit the talk about George, Dilla and Jack. Just know that I support them from the beginning, despite treason and disappointment. It's hard to withdraw support from people you really care about.

I spoke with Sha-leik today. He might be someone I speak to more often. I have to introduce him to my world of music. He knows of it and is in it, but he isn't clear as to who he is and his impact on my music. I can appreciate his point of view. Gotta put my ego to the side. 

My ego just so happens to be my resume.

I have a new uniform.

The more I have to say is actually the life that's left for me to live.

And I have more to say.

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Cold turkey.

Talking about Eminem is a trigger for me. I know I'm not wrong (speaking in the metaphysical sense; as it is called "metaphorical"), and he's riding with me... I just don't want to jeopardize anything he's got going on.

His mysogyny comes from being the unfortunate daughter of John and Mary Nintendo, Rihannon (Fleetwood Mac). Whatever he had to work out/work on, he did it with Dr. Dre (another case of "should I talk about this?). The key to the whole thing is, women hate women, and aliens can morph. Transmorph. Morphing is not to be confused with mutate, which is what one does after a homosexual act. Either gender. Em is VERY famous, so him having to cross the line and contradict his homophobic lyrics of the past is very possible. I don't hate him for it. I can't blame my reservation about homosexuality on him (that's what Dre is for). 

Still, Eminem is Robyn S. ("Show Me Love"), Rihanna, and (my cousin!!!) MC Lyte: fighters for girl power and fierce competitors. Even if they don't know, they know now. Eminem is the catty side of these ladies, with his threats of violence and rape.

I want no harm for Em/Rih or Jay/Madonna. Don't cut back on their opportunities because of my supernatural ties with them. 

miss you, cuz.

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The 24-Hour Jay-Z Binge

 As I stated on Twitter, he is the pre-Eminem GOAT. No one did what Jay was doing before '99. Everyone was trying to be 2Pac. Jay was original, though very street. Classy, but nasty. Over time, he grew. It became less about the street hustle and more about progression. In modern times, he's about spirituality and family.

This, as I tastefully disregard the real meaning of his music.

Check it.

Jay-Z is Mary Nintendo. Mary Nintendo is a battered wife. Jay is on a war path. Anyone in his way gets destroyed. Yet He is very devoted to the ones he loves.

Your best bet is to hope for Jay's love. It is in your best interest to love Jay no matter what dirty tricks he pulls.

Since my arrival in the mainstream, I can point out a few times where Jay showed he was influenced by me. Even a bit before. You gotta remember, Jay-Z is my Uncle Jeff (happy birthday, Uncle George!). I am intimidated by him, not because of his money, but because he is a dangerous man. VERY bold. Very cunning. Him not being on your side is bad for you. I'm glad we've come to terms with each other. I might be a bit too different for his liking, but I believe he loves me.

My favorite Jay-Z song is between "You Must Love Me" and "Threats" (9th!).

I think Jay is torn between his royal life as a man and his loyal life as a woman. I pray for him, but I think he's strong enough on his own. Then again, who am I to deny someone of prayer?

We'll be in touch, Uncle Jigga.

Or Dad.

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Your Buddy Goes 0fficial lyrics

CH the Skywalker · Your Buddy Goes

(verse 1)

I need a little patience. Stay by my side, while I'm making a rhyme. I can make you stay beside. "Aim with a .9!" Universe. Like a record label. I respect the fables. Y'all don't expect me to be able to come through and see if there's a lady who could take me away from the day-to-day of being Cain and Abel (to me). You know his name. Dean Cane. The Superman, trying to fly. Save the dame. Do what you can. I'm beside me. Because I'ma stay in my lane. Ladies man like Phelps. Still swimming in it like Mike. Mic getting drowned. I'm living in the sight. Sight is lightning. Lightning striking, right now. Ungh.

(hook)

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

No secret, everybody knows!

Yeah, we fucked. Bitch, "So what?"

(verse 2)

If I was rockin' chains instead of droppin' flames, you would consider me one of the hottest names. But to be one of the hottest names, you gotta drop the flame in order to cop the chain. Ridiculous how I stop the frame of mind of MCs trying to change my mind and go against me. Do something stupid. #SweetScience, meet someone's fluid. I'm going in. Scuba. Like Steve. Read. You a loser. I see me. Umbrella. The uvula getting twisted. Um, tell 'em you're used to this little scripture. Like I got a book. And a chapter of which I hit a wish with. Cast a spell. Magic swells. Shake that ass, ya little Belle!

(hook)

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

No secret, everybody knows!

Yeah, we fucked. Bitch, "So what?"

(verse 3)

Judgement is without mercy to the people who hurt me. My triumph is more than a title. I get on top of the ladder, and see if everybody's my idol. That means I show so much love. You gotta show that shit back. Or, show up in the room and throw that shit back. Some kind of magic like Raven~Symone. Everybody like to play with my dome lately... is it because I'm dangerous and known? Or I roam around town like an aimless gnome? My name's known. Name getting razor blade-ed like a scooter. Far from the loser that made me the scuba. Goin' in. 2-3-1 like Napoleon. Add it up. 6. That shit. Magic. Got you mad enough? Fuck it!

(hook)

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes!

No secret, everybody knows!

Yeah, we fucked. Bitch, "So what?"

Affirmative Action

Out as soon as I can find some album artwork.

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