Hate This Guy pt. 2 0fficial lyrics

 Hey, Dilla.

I don't know if it's "Praise Jesus!", "Fuck Jesus!", be like Jesus, be like you... 

Check it, there's a such thing as the seas

Obviously the bees

but all my J's, where you at?

I make noise on this shit, baby.

Fuck it.

I'm gonna give it up to Jesus on this one. 

Come on, let me get down, Lord!.

(verse 1)

I'm only interested in committing sin with my women friends. Come back with a strap. Not on their waist; more like, "on my hip...!". Spraying anybody that's bored of the shit. More than morbid; it's the floor to the abyss. The bottom of it. Bottoms up. Raising heaven like it's a child. Getting down. Mystikal. Spitting Wild. Wild and fast... like top. Like I like it. Give me that, I just might change. Strange how brain changes the game. Yet, you don't need a brain to receive the change of the game... The Rap Game. Jesus's pain, all over they hands, head and back. Wherever they have pain. My pain's your destiny, better believe. So Fresh and Clean; better than three. 8,000 and a million. Wildin' in the building; you smiling? I guess not. I guess the stress cannot stop. Trying to make you laugh while you shake your ass... Dilla! Madlib in the back... extra rapping under the cap (sry). Niggas, get that? Mentality! Been that! No fatality, unless I (w)rap that... 

(hook)

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

(verse 2)

...no other damn direction to go. Stretching your throat, Giraffe. Geoffrey. Let's get it o-n. You know that I be o'in with a poem. No other choice but to go in. When the wind's blowing, innuendoing. Then, the dough I get is not mentioned by no one. Shit. Going in like... no one would if no one was in the crib. They coming in. How sick is that? Picture the fact and wrap it up. Like a condom. Fuck with that Fuck me? Fuck your (w)raps! Fuck you! It's a Wrap. What the fuck is up with that? Jesus got me! Holes in my hands, and I'm bleeding sloppy! THAT's the pain I feel, holding the mic like Rodney Dangerfield. No respect. So I hold your neck. Poltergeist. Holding a beer. Know what the fear is... my spirit. Hear this!

(hook)

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

Dear Jesus, how does it feel to be mentioned in The Sun's powerful yield? Like I give it up to you, cause you died. I can't die. I provide immortality to anybody that want to battle the rhyme. You live forever as a loser like me. I guess we all losers to God. Under my -scope like Inter-... Wynter, I hope it don't blow me away like a baby's placenta. Yo, it takes a lot of age... takes a lot of rage. Break a lot of stages, make a lot of dough, become a fucking sage. Either way, you grow. Either way, you know. No sense in the radio. You're not projecting your spirit, you're sexing and you hear it. Intersection of the spirit. Dead in your chest. Hennessy. Better believe. Rest In Peace in the MC Getting at me! 

(hook)

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

I cannot hate this guy for all.

He's done all he's done for me.

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...so mote it be.

#cHam_widdit

EMERGENCY LEVELS OF LOW!!!

 Wow. I posted 2 Columbine Gang entries on my Enter the Hamilton blog. Nerd shit, but a sight that I MUST SLOW DOWN. Actually, I should STOP.

I need to reload.

Bear with me, y'all.

#CH

“Don’t let me lose you…”

*drKiwi* became a way of anonymously addressing people in my life, without saying names and having people search for them online. In this situation, I won’t *drKiwi* you, but I won’t say your name.

To protect the sanctity of our friendship.

Dude is like StarChaser Enemy #1, with how devoted he’s been to me. He’s gone from distant supporter to damn near manager. His love and support means EVERYTHING to me. Some things he’s helped with, I can’t mention on the blog for administrative reasons. Dude is an angel.

We only disagree when it comes to the means of songwriting.

He wants me to write.

I’ve tried repeatedly to explain that not only do I make sense when I don’t write, but it’s better for my mental health. Though he respects that, he feels the world was a better place when I wrote. I recently wrote a project. Pentecost. He loved it! No complaints. But went so far as to say it was the best body of work I created in the last 5-6 years. I was almost offended, but I understand that my music, in general but specifically when unwritten, is an acquired taste.

I let it go, but I wrote this.

I ask that homie understand that I’m not trying to ignore requests, but I’m on some other shit. Eventually, I’m gonna stop putting music out. I may continue to blog, but my music is meant for healing. My newer music is meant for MY healing. I can’t claim to know how you feel if I’m wounded myself. 

I see that being a StarChaser requires patience. Well, wherever you end up going (fan wise), know that I care about you and am thankful for your input. No one I know is on the path I’m on, including you. In fact, I’m grounded in what/who I am. I’ve never been more confident about it. I wish my confidence could exude in my music, but I’m too busy dancing to care.

I go stupid. Those that go stupid, know stupid.

And it’s all the pleasure in a moment’s time that once existed with writing. I literally made #Pentecost for the enjoyment of a written CH song. I shouldn’t have sent it to you, but you are the main catalyst for me writing. I wrote a song a day for this project. And it’s not just rap! StarChasers are in for a treat. 

As for the StarChasers who love the unwritten/freestyle work? It gets no more raw than #CorporalPunishment. HOLDING the mic, in an Iowa basement, in front of ANOTHER longtime StarChaser and his family. I wanted to catch the slightly awkward family vibe, and I’m pretty sure I did that.

Back to you, my beloved StarChaser. I don’t think anything I say will ever convince you to accept the unwritten style. But I know the love is there. I just don’t want to write ONLY because of you. I was inspired to do it. You gotta let it happen.

You gotta let it happen.

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Love you forever, Big Dog.

#CH

The Devil's Son

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The concept of StHZERO was, I died in Harlem AS SONIC. Those who misunderstood my movement embodied Shadow the Hedgehog and murdered me. Just like the intro to Shadow's game.

Me dying as Sonic opened up my creative Pandora's box. How can I come back and avenge my own death, NOT as Sonic?

I chose to be Spawn, the subconscious, rebellious soldier of The Devil.

This song is me challenging Shadow (or, Boe), on the mic, in front of Silver (Dre), Deeply personal, EXTREMELY dark, and I'm talking CASH SHIT.

Until Shadow gives me back my life.

Boe and I were going THROUGH it together. We lived together for 2-3 years, and if we weren't listening to my beats we were arguing. He wanted me to be BK Girls fly. I told him it was the same fly, just in a different context. I was HEAVY into #thesubculture then, going to raves and vampire parties. I was also with Christina, of whom I was under the impression was J Dilla.

"Thank you, George. And thank you Dilla. But... hey, you! Dilla! You're Sonic!, and you make me iller! I'm gonna *chase you*!"

It's easy to say that my mental health wasn't in tact. However, I'm a believer. I do believe J Dilla is still alive, and on some 2Pac-esque, motivating me to create. I don't want to say too much, because his name is again buzzing in the mainstream (peace to Busta), and this could be bigger than meeting my favorite musician. 

Next to ?uestlove, of course... ;)

My dad (The Devil; or Devil Slayer) would probably get a kick out of this. Mom said it was funky, just too dark. RIP to both, lol!.

StHZERO: The Death of Charles Hamilton

online now.

"If I ain't Sonic, I'm dark."

note: Sonic, Shadow, Silver... as physically real as they are, they're spirits; to be handled with care. so do it! care!

!Jr.!

 

Down To The Ground 0fficial lyrics.

I don't want to cheat. I don't even have the desire to. And... I know I caught a case for it, but you ain't got to worry about DV. I just want to make ya move...

Yup.

It's a music thing.

...make ya move!

2-step... you can sway to it...

(verse 1)

Pretend as if moving your hips don't benefit a nigga who been wishing to get with the thick chick in the room he's in... or the living room. The room I'm in, grooming me to be... greater than men, combined. Making my mind up is rather taboo when I have you. What can I do? Right back at you. Not trying to tap to figure out a doom, but I get it now!, the shit I'm about to do. Cool as a cucumber. Make it not strike a nerve. Strike a pose; you my lady in my life, and I'm doing it right.

(hook)

I don't want no beef with none of your friends.
I just want to be... more than just friends.
If we are one,
I need to know now.
Break it on down.
Down to the ground.

(verse 2)

Magic. Medicine. Ministry. Music. Let me in for the money! I get it then. I'm ahead of them, finding it kind of funny. Vibing and cruising. I really do it to the music that I've been providing. Living and maximizing my psy. That would surprise your eyes. Cymax while I make them climax. Know why I gotta get that back. I'mma get mine immediately. 'Cause I know what they bleeding to see. Speaking of me, I'm like a Pekingese reaching for your knees... "if I was bigger I'd reach it for me! Now it's time that she gets with me!"

(hook)

I don't want no beef with none of your friends.
I just want to be... more than just friends.
If we are one,
I need to know now.
Break it on down.
Down to the ground.

(verse 3)

Basically, I'm begging to be with she. Another lesson: treat them peacefully. The dogs of all sorts. Across golf course, we walk. Shitting, peeing, digging, seeing... if there's any other reason to begin this evening. Cats getting envious because they digging caskets for friendliness... "I don't need y' all!", what they say to me... Kind of crazy, how they need to crawl. Humble yourself to be seen as the royalty that I need. Until then, I'm a dog and a mutt. Pause. Walking and strutting. Not claiming! It's a dangerous situation! What a day it's been...

(hook)

I don't want no beef with none of your friends.
I just want to be... more than just friends.
If we are one,
I need to know now.
Break it on down.
Down to the ground.

Sincerely,
#CH

Jackie's Song

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This album is a collection of songs that span the range of the #bipolarspectrum, IN THE NAME OF LOVE. In other words, instead of being a bugaboo and calling her every time I thought of her, I made a beat or made a song. And I did it at a relaxed pace.

I see that it's easier, this time around in Loveland. Not that *she's* easy, but... I'm transitioning in peace. It's long distance, and she's still in a bind with another (albeit abusive and controlling), but my inner peace is so that I do not undertake her problems as my own. I pray for her, and when the time is right, we'll talk about cohabitation. Until then, she is a fond memory I can always contact.

Peace to ?uestlove. Your passion is goals.

Special shouts to Daniel Blonde, who's "Beefy Breaks" collection I used for this project. I felt I needed fuller drums that I have been using. It's also difficult to *NAIL* the drums the way I want to. I wasn't all the way invested in my drum patterns from 2012-2020. Mainly because they weren't programmed. They were placed. Once I got into 649 (halfway house), I was able to establish grooves via FL Studio.

lol Chris Rivera hates when I use loops I paid for.

And there is no convincing him of SHIT. lol

Back to this album.
Just like The Bipolar Sunshine, one album is sampled. I do believe I told you the record I sampled, but you can dig on this blog to find out. This time, I sampled a movie soundtrack. The soundtrack came with soundbytes from the movie, AND THEN I went in and found some of my own. To all the diggers, SOMEONE was supposed to sample this album FIRST. Not only that, but it's shots to that someone from Tarantino himself. Let's just say, MY Jackie would appreciate me doing so.

It's online. In the CH section of my website. I'm not gonna go crazy promoting it, because this is more of an art piece. A healed lover, finding love in a gypsy's palm. Again, I encourage ANYONE to ...just record yourself. And study it, to get to know yourself better.

I have my own vocabulary. I have my own knowledge set. I have my own rhythm. Everyone has their own of each. 

Thank you, Miss Jackie, for grooving with me.
Despite whatever distance.

#CH

 

Heart + Eye Candy

I wanna keep my new love a secret for as long as I can. I already am getting reports of random acts of hatred towards her/us. Those that MATTER are happy for me. I am now in the elite company of 3, as far as me, Dre and Lee having significant others and handling business in this Roman-esque industry. Lee is having a time, and I pray for him. At the same time, we're back to where each of us (Dre included) were 20 years ago, AGAIN. Dre and I agree that this is how it should've been. However, loyalty and hood politics kept us bound to situations that didn't benefit us in the long run.

Such is why I've been reluctant to start a new relationship. 
ESPECIALLY with her/you.

I knew going into this that sharing of me she would have to do with music and my career would be a problem. But she's A GREAT listener, and understands more than I can give her credit for. Thing is, I'm willing to give her credit. I want her to know that her input is valuable, and that I'm willing to listen. I just can't be groomed. She's not like that, though. I think she knows I know what I'm doing, I just maybe need a female's touch to remind me everything will be okay. 

I can't get that from Dre and Leroy. lol

Some *drKiwi* who's been trying to get under my skin with bullshit allegations got back in touch with me. Rather, they're speaking to my inbox. I got nothing to say to them. And I have no interest in making this a street thing. So they're assed out. I'm just entertaining myself with their statements and screenshots that they INSIST on sending my way. lol I started to put a laughing emoji.

Today starts/started a 30-day fast for me. I only ate once, and drank MAD Gatorade. I'm sure the Gatorade is gonna catch up to me, but I walked around in The Sun and did leg-ups on the roof. Light exercise work, I know. I'm gonna turn it up. I just got a late start today, and knew that I had to cut back on eating snacks and fast food. So I did it. Pancakes and sausage held me down all day. I know I'm handsome, but back in 2012 I was BAD. I put on some pounds and my eczema flared up (over time), so it's hard to claim "bad". These are flaws that are notable. lol I was using the fact I'm "bad" as a bottom line for my lyrics, between 2012-2021. 

Blame the incarceration.
Bad niggas don't make it out of jail. So I got a little ugly.

Hard to feel sexy when you're surrounded by men who have the full capability to rape you blind. 

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See? Bad!

Good night, StarChasers!
We'll talk soon, my someone.
 

-so mote it be

"Feels so good..."

 My beloved, I just want you to know that I cherish you. I devour your wisdom. I beam at your intelligence. I want you to embrace your sexy. Our common bond... music... is where you compliment me. Whatever you fantasize about doing, I strive to execute with excellence. I've grown beyond sex, but ours is pyrotechnic. You see the stars like I do: vessels for the divine. The wrong spirit can cause a star to crash. I'm working to liberate these stars.

No matter the star.
You're a star.

To me, and to all that know you.

"...it's got to be the sweetest pain."

I may post the lyrics to this song soon. I just want it to rotisserie on The Internet.

My last relationship wasn't even a relationship. Apparently, I was "her side nigga". After all the sacrifices of mental intellectual property (songs, poems, beats, posts, etc.), I wasn't her first option. I worked hard at being the greatest experience she ever had. I think that's what made me snap. I never put so much on the line (for a woman) before. Shit, I thought *drKiwi* and *drKiwi* were too much in 2006. 20 years later, I am embarking on another love journey. 

I now know what to provide in a relationship.
My whole self.
And she/you understand the sacrifice that such is. 

You don't get in the way.

Maybe I won't record music on the phone with you anymore, but I want to feel you with me. Your warmth is juicy. Your flavor is exotic. I can go on for days about how intensely unique you are. But I'll stop here. As grown as I am, I'm still a little boy when it comes to crushes.

To all my celebrity crushes, I intend on falling back. You hear that, Meg?? You're gonna have to figure it out on your own. And Latto is preoccupied with 21, so no use in explaining myself. But it's gonna be hard to not double-tap my... I mean, Chloe's ass. I ask that you understand my monogamous vision and ...do you, just know that I'm looking for something a bit more wholesome.

Don't worry, Sonic.
I will ALWAYS love you.

SEGA, the love can and will NEVER die.

Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit, I see y'all. I never stopped loving y'all. I just wanted to branch out with different sounds and rhythms. You guys remain the foundation.

And like that, I'm off to the stars.

Good night, StarChasers!

Good night, my someone.

~!Jr.!~

Can't believe it.

After 2 years of no sex and 8 years of no relationship, I am on the cusp of... new love! This time, I'm not gonna say much about who she is or where she's from. She's from the stars, bitch. (lol) Quirky, curvy, passionate, ADORABLE, intelligent, thinks with her heart though she has a brilliant mind...

knows my music.

Intimately.

We've been trying to get it together for quite some time now. She started a life, I started a life... the walls seemed to close in on our relationship. But our conversations are sparking the fire in both of our hearts. I don't want to say things like "I never felt this way before" or "I think she's the one". Those are curses on love. All I know is, my wounded warrior heart is at ease when confronted with the thought of her being there as my romantic muse. 

Music is the only love. We love music. She knows what I do. I know she holds me close. I can elevate her. There is A LOT I can do with her. I'm careful not to Diddy this shit, but her interest in creation opens doors to tutelage. Alas, going into a relationship with that mindset dooms it. I'm just so excited!

I'm in love again!

As far as ANY Simone, I will ALWAYS love you. I just have an untamed heart. I don't want to wait. And it's not fair for me to make you wait. We belong to each other. We're just not good for each other. Or to each other. No one's fault.

Not even hers.

~~CH~~
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Dustbiters

So here we are with a *drKiwi* that never really deserved this type of attention, but started off by asking for it…

Dude is trying to break his way into the game. He says he doesn’t want to use my name to go places, but Lo and behold, I’m his only credible link. He’s got a great pen (writes good raps), but he has NO stage presence and is out of shape. I gave him several shots. He feels my audience is marginal, and if I follow his strategy, I’ll be “right back on top”.

News flash, *drKiwi*: EVERYONE is using my strategy. Not just MY strategy… my OLD strategy. I used to troll rappers/labels/websites, WAY before it was called trolling. SOHH, AllHipHop, …I used to leaving compelling comments that would lead/trace back to my blog (charleshamilton.blogspot.com). Need I mention the reluctant push I gave Nerdcore and Goth Subculture in Hip-Hop.

I got it from 50.

I realized (through you, *drKiwi*) that spirits can lie. You were able to lie your way into my INTENSELY TIGHT IMMEDIATE INNER CIRCLE, and were able to get intimate details about me/us/them. You pose no threat, so I issue none. Just know I believe in a thing called Honor Amongst Thieves. Make sure I get the cut that got my name on it. 

I got yours out there.

-so mote it be

Christ compels. pt. 2

 "Dilla! Madlib in the back. Extra rappin' under the cap. Niggas get that?"
-Charles Hamilton, "Hate This Guy pt. 2"

Not the most profound bar. Just felt good to talk about my long lost brethren.

I told #PastorKiwi that I will be sticking with Wicca. I mean no harm to The House of God (in fact, I hold it to the highest regard), I just am not all the way comfortable TRADITIONALLY serving God. I guess I'm radical for Christ in a way. Still, my creativity has been making room for God/The Lord and Jesus. I regularly use scripture in my music, and I talk The Bible with #PastorKiwi whenever he stops by. Not sure, but he may be here tomorrow. We have some DISCUSSIONS to have. 

I kinda prepare my conversations before they happen.
Whether I know it or not,

Last night was filled with VIVID nightmares. In the dream, I woke up and had no energy for music. And everyone kept calling me, depleting whatever energy I had left for the day. By the time I woke up, I was a shriveled skeleton with flesh on it.
I know I need to take a break. I just get inspired by ANY & EVERYTHING. And I have artist friends that compel me like Christ. The things they say and the things we talk about can provide for a LIFETIME of music. 

Alas, here I am, alone with this bag of tricks and the need to heal.

I'll be around...

-so mote it be

Satanic clarification.

We all have an inner child. Satan embraces yours. 

No matter how big or small…

-so mote it be

Charles Hamilton’s Satanic Rules (of Earth)

NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

If you fear it, embrace it.

Music is the only love.

Favorite color is pink; favorite genre is Rock. But I can promise you Hot-Hop. I’m not gonna stop. (#notgonnastop).

Minors over majors.

Suicide is not an option.

Only a pastor can defeat Satan.

"If I'm lying, I'm flying. Then, them #zombies'll ride!"

-Spud Mack

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