[Enter the Hamilton.]

Greatest Hits?

I've been going back and forth with this for a while. Prayer, meditation, exercise... all the above, implemented before even speaking on this.

In 2012, I pretty much denounced my 2005-2011 music. I didn't really explain it too much. I'll do it here. I feel that I minced too many words in my written songs. The things I wanted to say, I let magic convey. The subconscious, is better the phrase. I let my/your subconscious relay whatever message it was I was trying to get across with writing.

I always toyed with the idea of being a Satanist. I grew up in a Pentecostal household, and went to Catholic school. This fine line I walked led to mass confusion/conclusions drawn about who I am/was.

Music recorded without being previously written both drew a line in the sand and eroded the line. I tapped into every Luciferian fantasy, the imagination of Beelzebub and ACTUALLY RECORDED IN THE PRESENCE OF THE DEVIL. I may have been under horrific conditions, but I had comfort.

Come to find out, that comfort is God's love.

Now what do I do?

I can't just turn away The 3 *drKiwis*. I'm not all the way sold on Hell's Belles. I'm too private for both Heaven and Hell.

Another one of my closer StarChasers asked me if I'm going to denounce my 2012-2024 music, in the name of God/Jesus. I don't know if I can. If they know my heart, they know why I #ran to The Darkside. It's almost obvious isn't it? Tap in with The Devils, get a free security guard?

I knew and know what I was doing.

It's for you.

As long as you have a beating heart, nothing can beat you to death (except death itself).

The least able of the Planeteers controlled heart.

Without it, do you think Capt. Planet would survive?

I appreciate the concern. Just pick up whatever jewels come with the journey and build yourself up.

I'll catch up.

witchya fast ass asses!

#CH

A StarChaser’s concern

The other night, I went manic and transcribed A LOT of my music, from the last 10 years. And didn’t explain a bar. Just exuding confidence, one would assume. Wouldn’t you know it?, the notion of mass publishing my lyrics concerned a StarChaser. They didn’t go too in on the “diagnosis”, they just know that late nite shadows trigger me.

He was right though. I was in my bag when I found the D12 “Just Like U” instrumental, and started scraping when I thought to add that picture as the song’s background (for YouTube). As much mystique as the *drKiwi* possesses, she was a good church girl. I shouldn’t have cheated. I was just depressed about the news of “Hamilton, Charles” not making me any money. In fact, no excuses. I should’ve been man enough to express to *drKiwi* that I needed more attention/affection. At the same time, her devotion to God went further than her need for a companion. In other words, she would feel guilty about the fucked up shit we did in bed together.

I almost want to lol about it.

But that little girl? That girl is my heart. Just an orb of light and spirit. Love her to death. She knew another man was her father, but she asked *drKiwi* if I could be her real dad one day. It brought both of us to our knees.

I see you, Dr. Dre.

You’re always on time.

And thank you, #AnonymousStarChaser. You already mean the world to me (just by being here), and your spot is solidified. All you did was further fuel my desire to be the best me I can be. Funny, because my dad used to preach the same core values (be the best you that you can be). Seems like I’m indoctrinating StarChasers into being…….

Hamiltonites?!

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Heart No More 0fficial lyrics

(Verse 1)

Facing the blues. Making the music to face the blues to. Face the music, I said. They told me to make the music to face the music... to. Like "...be murdered by". You could be murdered by me on the mic, but it's peace. See how I'm bleeding from the heart to give peace? Seeing the start of it was music, I go back to what I was doing. And I'm bleeding in the palm of my hand, heart beating on and on again. So I'm speaking on what got me bleeding from the beginning, which is the peace I offer to begin with. A sentence, living in it, until I'm winded. You dig?

(Hook)

I have an emergency.

I can't feel my heart no more.

All I have is my mind, you see?

And I can feel it walking out the front door.

Yeah.

(Verse 2)

I kind of lost it. Her vagina in the faucet. Dipping from my chin, kissing it again and again. She licked it off my tongue. She's with it. "Charles, you the one!" I dig it. Charles Hamilton, on a sink with a chick who needs to begin drinking. I got your back until the end. Sipping like a reptilian. Yes, till the end. My weapon says it's effervescent, so anybody coming around has yet to see the end. And their destiny will be met. For you, though. Musical judo. If you don't roll, sue you.

(Hook)

I have an emergency.

I can't feel my heart no more.

All I have is my mind, you see?

And I can feel it walking out the front door.

Yeah.

(Verse 3)

Collective Soul, where do I want this lecture to go? To the top of the toes. And whoever knows that I got the flow to make it all come through. An awesome move. Come chill with me, while I build. For real, the scene is type ill. You'll feel me. You'll feel mean. And we'll feel mean together when we believe these other MCs and producers are in tune with true shit. I wish we could do what we do with to. Too official. Baby, I'm moving with you. Not even moving, but who's the issue? Spiritual.

(Hook)

I have an emergency.

I can't feel my heart no more.

All I have is my mind, you see?

And I can feel it walking out the front door.

Yeah.

so mote it be.

#CH

Queen's Cocaine 0fficial lyrics

This morning King Charles...

(Verse 1)

It's an innocent vibe. Whether we kissing over the phone... "...through the phone", like an enemy of mine... or I'm digging in between your thighs... I'm pleasing me by pleasing thee. I need to be quite free for me to miss you. Indeed, that be the issue. The beats with me and missing you, kisses you... my reflection is bad. Take a little minute to reflect on just what we have. Must we clash? I hate when it happens. So I'm taking the magic and making some madness for you to bang to. Dangerous.

(Hook)

I see you in my reflection, you are all in my face.

I see you as my reflection.

Let's get out of this place.

(Verse 2)

Whether you consider it lust or love, it's what was just for both of us. I woke up, you spoke up. I know too much. You hold what I hold as a secret and release the deep kiss. Sweating. Not even a wedding. Not even Redding. Otis, I have to beheaded. Whatever it is, it's not even a lotus for me to kiss and cherish. A different chair you sit in, a different chair you sit on. A different position, I care and get on about my day. Once I see that you're fine and you're fine like me. Finally. Must you be like me?

(Hook)

I see you in my reflection, you are all in my face.

I see you as my reflection.

Let's get out of this place.

(Verse 3)

My rage can kill, so I'm taking pills. Baby, I need to stay still for my lady. I need you. Be there for me. Regardless of my therapy, all the love that I dare to see is bottled up and right here with me. Sip it to get by. No kisses. No distance between you and I. Just missions I gotta embark on. Mission complete, all I wish to get when I drift in the street. I'm glad that you listen to me. I just need a kiss from thee. If it's different, peace. I hope you find peace with me.

(Hook)

I see you in my reflection, you are all in my face.

I see you as my reflection.

Let's get out of this place.

To have a Queen in THIS kingdom, boy.........

#TTMH

Weirdo Tings 0fficial lyrics

What I gotta do to let y'all niggas know? I am the nicest ever. Hardcore, commercial, what you wanna do? You wanna wile out? You wanna dance? Don't matter to me, I got all that time, baby...

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby.

Gotta get it right.

You're not in my life.

I got to get over you, baby.

(Verse 1)

More passion is death. I ain't even askin' for sex. Askin' for rest for the rest of my life. When I choose to. In between time, I'm makin' music. I'm crucial. I'm Essential Worker. When it come to makin' music, my credentials make it essential for this murder. Who's up now? Don't let me catch your ass uptown. I would rather that, but now, I'ma chill, cause you got mad stuff around. People wanna block me. Indeed, I'm feelin' cocky. Sayin' what I need to say regardless, so play regardless, and you'll meet the rocks of The Earth.

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby.

Gotta get it right.

You're not in my life.

I got to get over you, baby.

(Verse 2)

I shine and I'm intelligent. Blinding every reverend behind me. By me, lookin' ahead. Back then. Look at where I be. Indeed, I'm fly. The reason why? I don't need Jesus to define why I sin. I'm my reason. Sippin' on wine like "what was he doin' then?" Just believe in a sin of then. Every day indeed could be November 10th. December 25th. Every day, November 25th. Ungh! November 10th, then. Listen to me get it in with my chin. Inviting. You get it? Stipend. Until then, no writing.

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby.

Gotta get it right.

You're not in my life.

I got to get over you, baby.

(Verse 3)

Every song is the greatest hit. Were you made to sit and listen? Please, grin. Let me be the reason. The deepest sin. I made a different pact now. The shit I have now is what you call entertainment. Charles gettin' strange for a little bit. Not doin' somethin' strange for some chump change. Just aimin' at different. Like Andre. 3000, The way I play. Wildin', I guess, but I'm pushin' it. Q-tip, if you look at it. On a bunch of wax. Niggas said they jumpin' back. Wow.

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby.

Gotta get it right.

You're not in my life.

I got to get over you, baby.

You still do it for me, Beloved...

#CH

Sweet Extc 0fficial lyrics

(Verse 1)

As I take the time to design the rhyme, I'm designing the perfect female for I. Almost like Rihanna, but we can't go down that path, now can we? Morningside, my type of park. When it gets quite dark, I like to fight in the park. Let niggas know I'm ready to go and never will go. I'm headed to wherever they blow. Wherever they go when they blow, that's where I'm headed. Then I'm headed home. Maybe my lady will be there. A nightmare. She there, with a he there... She cheating on me because I'm not treating her to all that rapper stuff. Maybe it's fuck her, but I'm a sucker. It's just her for me perfectly.

(Hook)

All I want is you next to me.

Give me all that you got to give.

(Verse 2)

Can you hear the urgency? It's an emergency. I'm alone trying to create the perfect she. Could she murder beats like me? Could she make beats for me to murder? Would she provide the bail if I go to jail again? The perfect she for me says she will never speak to me again if I go to jail again. Where is she then? Wailers, with Bob. I might need more than one female to get this part. Hip-Hop'll dig it. Polytheism. I know multiple gods, but they Goddesses, rocking with me. I gotta watch them while they tick tock in the system. Fuck viral. No viruses. Silence is my virus and violence.

(Hook)

All I want is you next to me.

Give me all that you got to give.

(Verse 3)

Provided such violence leads the sirens. Viral flicks. I'm trying to spit. Trying to survive in a climate where I'm the shit, but not quite the shit. Cause I ain't with them guys that's getting chips. Fuck money even though it's necessary. But when I'm with you, it don't make much of a difference because the silence is why and while we getting it in? Not even screaming or moaning. Deep in our souls here we go till 3 in the morning. The next day. Then 3 in the afternoon when I get a nooner. Come up to your job. Hit it while you're working..." for certain. The virgin is causing you squirting. Blurting berserk shit. Perfect. Hopefully the wordsmith says.

(Hook)

All I want is you next to me.

Give me all that you got to give.

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The loneliness of a creator.

#CH

Smart TVs 0fficial lyrics

Charles Hamilton.

Dr. Dre.

Aliens exist.

Right this way!

Ungh, ungh!

Let's get it.

Yo,

(Verse 1)

you want someone to make you feel a groove you provide, in the deepest way. It's you and I. SEGA. We make Love. It may take a day or such for others to wake up. Bake up and it's not enough. We are 8, love. 4 from me. 2 of y'all. 2 in between. Shit, I may have gone too deep. Read in between the lines of our sheets. We give birth to Danger. And Crash when we take a bath. Everything else is just ancient, and that's my ass.

(Hook)

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this life to the after party.

Baby, you know what I mean.

Turn this life to the after party

Turn this night to the after party.

Baby, you know what I mean.

Every night is the after party.

Let's go!

(Verse 2)

Everything between us must be Satanic, and I can't take away the Spanish I'm speaking. But damn it, I've been banished, because I've been candidly speaking. So the dandruff that I'm allowing to drop from my teeth, are not as hot as the speech on loud. I hope you understand me and feel me deeper than now. I need you right now. I see you right now. You're holding my arm, but baby, hold on! I'm on your damn song! And I'm trying to get so strong, if I hold you, oh my God, what I'm gonna do! But, I gotta save it. Maybe the night that they're waiting for us to get laid in, isn't enough. Maybe we can cancel the day Either way, come dance my way.

(Hook)

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this life to the after party.

Baby, you know what I mean.

Turn this life to the after party

Turn this night to the after party.

Baby, you know what I mean.

Every night is the after party.

Let's go!

(Verse 3)

I'ma bust that ass like you Rosa Parks. Hold that part, because I'm kinda going off the noggin, not knowing if I'm smart. But baby, these TVs got these humans beasting to be me, or see see me, or wait for me to do something OD. Like what I wanna do in, on, and with you. Bitch, I want to kiss you! This could get more than metaphysical. Unphysical, if you don't wanna listen to it... you still don't know if these little quotes are enough to have you inside of my pod. Pad. Hot. That's that. Hold it in, ungh. The beat so dope. The flow's so dope. I'm holding the Christmas of you and I. Go.

I love you, baby mama!!!

(Hook)

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this life to the after party.

Baby, you know what I mean.

Turn this life to the after party

Turn this night to the after party.

Baby, you know what I mean.

Every night is the after party.

Let's go!

Ressurrection of the Mixtape Rapper

available on the website

#CH

Keep On 0fficial lyrics

(Intro)

Keep on gettin' down.

The Lord told me...

(Hook)

French kissing vampires. The stench, getting the man's ire. I demand me who your sire to reach for retirement. I've been there, done that. You want that? I sin there. It's in there. The very devil I am, the location you dare want to... scream to. Damn you can't stand you. I cram to understand you. But I don't need to cram. I OD, my man. Where have you gone? Where have you ran to? A new shampoo. What I came to do. A psychic game. It's not a game, but it's a game to me.

(Hook)

Keep on getting down.

Keep on getting down. God told me,

"Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

The Lord told me, "Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

Jesus told me,

"Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

(Verse 2)

I sat my cancer on a drumstick. It wanted to sit on the site. Seat said, "no, it wasn't me. Not enough to be what you wanted to see. What you wonder from me? The wonder is a disease and I don't even want it. You want it? Coming with me is you. You got it now. You've gotten. The disease is love. You Bobby Brown, I'm Whitney. The crack was between us is the music. Happens to be what is abusive and amusing to the very ambition of YOU, bitch. What are YOU doing? You found a deep particular side of you. I found a society. And I'm proud to move when they want to move.

(Verse 3)

Oh boy, I get down. Destroy whatever's around. Ain't nobody better than now. I got a new past which I groove to. Who's that tryna groove with me? You kind of lost in the new movement, ya Sse. You targeted me, cause you think you the smartest can be. I'm smarter than crack as a whip. How about that? Does bitch? Now, what you driving? Hustling your minds.Just what's behind you. You got somebody watching. You gonna tag in or you gonna get body by the option? Just keep watching. Motherfuckers.

(Hook)

Keep on getting down.

Keep on getting down. God told me,

"Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

The Lord told me, "Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

Jesus told me,

"Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

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I pray for the mic.

!Jr.!

I Forgot How To Shine! 0fficial lyrics

Momma would kill me, momma would kill me, yeah.

Momma would kill me, momma would kill me, yeah!

Columbine GANG shit!

My roommate probably pissed at me by now. It's all love.

Mama would kill me! I got 'em. I'm guilty! I forgot how to shine though! I ain't forget how to rhyme, bottom line. Bottoming out a lot of guys. They gotta climb a whole ladder of success... dynamite. Kinda like why I like to write, but I don't like to write. Keep it explosive. My secret, let's go in and know it. I'm the illest. I get dead every so often. Dead ass, get my head every so often. Get head? nah. I get dead head nods. They noddin the beats that ain't even dropped the craziest hotness. So make me a baby and make me stop it if you control time and life. Like an old school radio commercial... with the old jams? Go ahead, I make focus joints the slow jam... to.

What the hell can I be?

What the hell can I know?

Where the hell can I be?

They say go, go, but what the hell do I know?

They all say don't stop.

Momma would kill me, like I got a white woman pregnant. Let's look again. How you forget to shine? You be giving rhymes, making them beats that bitches and niggas grind to, So how you forget to shine? I'm like, "ma, I been in my mind. It been getting on my nerves while I been getting on my grind. They don't understand I take time to take time to make rhymes that's great. If they don't like it, then hey, face it. They don't like greatness nowadays." Your top five MCs ain't facing no kind of day, but they're facing vacation time. They work away at my nerves. Get them paid, they get away. I get away killing them anyway. Every day Gotta be a goat at some point in time. Some point at rhyming, see that's why these kids annoying.

What the hell can I be?

What the hell can I know?

Where the hell can I be?

They say go, go, but what the hell do I know?

They all say don't stop.

Momma would kill me. I'm anti-Kanye. "How the fuck you got in the building?" Still the most opulent children rock with me, because they know it's just honest and feelings. Honesty spilling out of my limbs. What can I do to be more appealing? Gotta appealing to them. I call them gods. They all on the top of my noggin. All of them should stop. Why? Because you can't be my main thought. My main thought is music and my girl, the main course. Licking and eating. Of course she likes it. I don't know if she likes me, but the force is spiking it. One of these days and evenings, I'll make it safe to believe in me. Until then, look, there's somebody coming. Like we having sex. I'm only in stomach. You hear knocking.

What the hell can I be?

What the hell can I know?

Where the hell can I be?

They say go, go, but what the hell do I know?

They all say don't stop.

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Da Rite 1 0fficial lyrics

(Intro)

Preemo, I know!

I'm a little late.

Get my situation together... with the quickness.

Y'all know.

(Verse 1)

Breathe in, breathe out. Miyagi on the beat. Be the beat, be the ball. Out of the house, try to guard me. In and out of the mouth. Mouthing guards. Teething guards. Ya babies! Trying to be where I was. No sight to be seen. Crossed over. Ladies are like, "you lost your offense". I'm like, "please! You on D, trying to guard me while I'm falling asleep on a beat." What does it mean? Having a dream, I'm spitting the illest shit you ever heard. Let it be a nightmare if you a MC. I dare you come against me. How dare you? Like you crossed my path. CH, two letters that tossed your ass in a bath.

(Hook)