The King Charles Era

The King Charles Era
New sound, new style, still the same loser.

Eddie Murphy 0fficial lyrics

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(verse 1)
Ungh! Get right witchya boy! Sit tight for ya boy! Hit the lights for ya boy... this is that kind of joint. Just sit back. Light a joint. This track is an enlightening joint. Lighten the mood. Gets heavy when the pipe hits the groove... I mean, the needle. Pardon me. I believe in me being evil. Gotta be the deeper Why. The reason why you're not here. Gotta be clear. Nightmare. I'ma fall back, though. Take your instruction. A pure instruction. Even though it led to a pure eruption. Word. The substance got me bussin'. Who cussin'?

(hook)
You got...
you got...
you got what I want!
and
You got...
you got...
you got what I need!

Said baby, 
you got...
you got...
you got what I feel...

...and you got
what I like!

(verse 2)
Voodoosex, in a brand new Lex. Ever have that? It's like a flashback. Ever have that sip of the glass? Get my magic pissed, 'cause I'm sad...? That's the tragic shit. Your dad is a Dad. Not an Accident. You're not an accident either. Please don't give me fever in a Diva. Unless it's your mother. Yes, it's the substance. Kinda just gettin' up with it. You can trust your Pops, but I can't trust being a Pop Star. I only see me a lot. Breezin' on the block. You got Charles! Columbine Gang in my mind. SEGA in my heart. Define. Ungh!

(hook)
You got...
you got...
you got what I want!
and
You got...
you got...
you got what I need!

Said baby, 
you got...
you got...
you got what I feel...

...and you got
what I like!


(verse 3)
I got an idea! Call me the Wavy Mayfield. What you may feel, you cannot buy at Ikea! I lay there...! Deep in the groove, waitin' for you to ruuuub! I do it to death! You don't do it enooouuugh! And when you do it to get a buzz, you ruin the love! Now who's in it? So deep in the groove that I'm losing it! Your nails are hittin' my back. I told you a tale of doing that before, but the tail is asking for more... and it's raw. Cap is off. Gotta go hard. Deeper than your blowjob. This is GrownSex. No check? No neck. But oh. Guess. It's love.

(hook)
You got...
you got...
you got what I want!
and
You got...
you got...
you got what I need!

Said baby, 
you got...
you got...
you got what I feel...

...and you got
what I like!


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For further reference.


lol




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Deal(ing) with it...

This entry had/has many titles. I just went for the most blunt and direct one. Especially since I'm talking about my mental health...

I started noticing a problem around "Intervention". The tape before it was "Sonic the Hamilton", and I went crazy with the mixing of each record. The only 2 records NOT mixed by me were "10 Minutes" and "Put Cash Up (w/ Show Tufli)". I recorded those at Fight Club Studios, and they were mixed by the FCS in-house engineers. So the pressure was on to have a mix that was of Fight Club/industry standards. I mixed and mastered all of the beats before each session. I do that anyway. But yeah. Every sound was methodically put in place for StH 1. For the other records on the tape, I was highly linear with every song and mix.

If you THINK you heard it on Sonic the Hamilton, it's there.

With "Intervention", I wanted a more "modern", easy listen. So the sounds aren't in abundance, but the lyrics and lyrical content filled each void. "Intervention" has become one of my most listened-to projects.

Though I was able to keep on beat, filling in sonic gaps with words became a chore. I thought that by releasing The Pink Lavalamp subsequently (in the sequence of The Hamiltonization Process), I can take a break. But no. I went straight to work on #Awkward. 

And I had to go HARD for Rihanna (peace to Rocky).

I filled every sonic void with Rihanna's music, this time.

I knew I should've taken a break, but no. Instead, I completed #Incubeats ("At Most I'm Just"), spent 48 hours on "My Brain Is Alive" and completed "The Dead Zone" (often ignored). I don't remember much about "This Perfect Life", other than it was mostly recorded at my home studio. Mixed by Woody, mastered by yours truly (and J Dilla, if I'm being frank; but that led to more of a mental decline).

Regardless, I started projecting and receiving voices. It creeped out most of my "friends". Sciryl was there for some of it. I kinda creeped him out, too. But yeah. I started hearing sounds randomly. 

Fast forward to 2010, I'm in FULL BLOWN PSYCHOSIS. I had beef with EVERYONE. Not to mention being threatened by random Harlem cats. I told the story on "One Chain" from "...as a street rat". I made as much music as I could, to feed my StarChasers should I end up going to jail for killin' one of these mufuckas. And lo and behold, I got locked. Now, all I can do is focus on my writing and mental health. I was in the psych pod in jail. 

When I got out of jail, I intentionally moved in with one of the cats with threats on their breath. Just to see if it was gonna go down. We ended up going to London widdit. I deaded whatever beef I had (chalk it up to the game, baby) and proceeded with my life. 

We haven't spoke in some time, but... the vibes are there.

Basically, I do in fact hear voices and find it hard to sleep. So the new meds they have me on (which I've been on already) is to help me cope with it. At least I know where it all came from...





Blessings to you and yours.
New music coming soon!






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Dear ol' daddy-o!

As time passes, I realize I am just like my father. More than I ever imagined. He's very passive, but a BEAST with the English language. I think he's good at Math and Science too. He's a genius. But yo. He takes abuse. I think that's why he attacked me when I was about 13. 13 or 14. 

He had a serious drinking problem. Everything became his enemy when he was drunk. And though he loved me, I was listening to some pretty dark music that I think influenced him in our bonding sessions (summers in Columbus, OH, etc.). If he's anything like me, good quality music will influence him to do some outrageous things. And he is like me, because he was influenced by Jimi Hendrix (among other rock acts).

My dad is the Jimi Hendrix of law.
Too bad he can't practice anymore.

I guess it's justice for me.

Speaking of justice, my only thing about this Diddy scandal is, stop asking if he's gay! Ask whether or not he really sexually assaulted these people. His preference doesn't and shouldn't matter at this point. It's about right versus wrong. If he's wrong, may justice be served.

I'm happy for Jimmy, nevertheless. Glad the case got thrown out. He's such a good guy, man. For real. I know, it sounds like I'm protecting him. But no! In fact, I got some things I gotta tell him. It could end up being our last conversation, but we gotta talk about some of these Hamilclones.

It's crazy. I used to say so much. Talk about so many people. Now I'm a church mouse. It's not the medication, though I can thank the medication for helping me filter my words. Everything is sensitive, and for some reason, no one believes me when I cry foul. I guess I'm not good enough to be sexually assaulted in a Hollywood recording studio. Or, with high hopes, I'm TOO good to be sexually assaulted in a Hollywood recording studio.
All I ask is that Hollywood be aware that they DIRECTLY IMPACT THE HOOD. SPECIFICALLY HARLEM. Influence is a bitch, and many of my people are under it. 

So, take notice.





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The Dope Show

Good morning, StarChasers...

I spoke with my caseworker, and the word is they're going to put me back on Zyprexa. This wouldn't be my first time on it. They put me on Zyprexa during my first incarceration (in Cleveland).

I can't say I'm excited about it. I was a ZOMBIE on it in jail. However, I wrote CATS Can on it. I haven't heard it in a looonnng time, and I told the story of how JC from UFC (RIP) hooked me up with his own studio to record it. I just don't remember much of the vibe. I think the meds block out vibes and simply help me execute the vision.

I feel bad. I did something to trigger my loved ones into thinking I need more "intervention" than I felt I did. Yes, the meds cut back on fun, but one of my proudest projects, "StHZERO: The Death of Charles Hamilton", was produced and recorded while heavily sedated. If we're going to have matches about my music, it would be "My Brain Is Alive" versus "StHZERO".

Speaking of the MarCH Madness bracket that Stik and Mike came up with, I personally think Sonic the Hamilton should be excluded as well. It broke ground. And outside of sequels (from me), nothing came out like it since. Just my take.

Probably today I'll post the lyrics to "Eddie Murphy" from "Live @ 12". Enough people hit me up about it. I simply want the album to simmer a bit. There are some JEWELS on there that are tucked in the sound. Many vibes, all good, all love.


Thanks for reading.




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Break/down...

So today, I said "fuck it" and told the psych doctor I hear voices and have trouble sleeping. Not a lie, but they're about to start me on another new medication. So if I get different or my music starts to suck, blame the medication.

I've been listening to "ReIntervention" a lot lately. It's the first time I made music (1) without writing (2) on meds and (3) using Apple DAWs to produce. It's WAY above average to me (nowadays). In fact, I think it needs to be revisited. At the same time, a lot of the subject manner is scattered. I'm talking SERIOUS Illuminati inner-workings, as well as venting about my situation at the time (just being released from a mental hospital, new girlfriend who's in a secret society and new best friend who's in the mob). It's a lot. 

Like A LOT. I like how I condensed thoughts and left it for me to unpack at a later point in time.

This joint is nuts.

And maybe the meds are responsible. I was, however, drinking and smoking HEAVY while taking more than the prescribed dosage. I was literally ODing. 

We'll see what the meds do. Until then, keep your head high and your eyes towards The Sun. Wear shades, if need be. But think positive about the future. I'm catching up to you guys.




RIP Talise "Mom" Moorer-Hamilton.
RIP Joe Ruperto.
I miss you Simone (Marshall).



Times like these I miss the hell out of New York City. Harlem, specifically. I would have my episodes and walk outside in the New York air. Everyone's crazy in NYC. I fit in. But everyone is in agreement in NYC. Thus making me the odd man out. And New York always said I'd fit in Los Angeles, anyway.

Doesn't mean I don't miss you filthy animals.




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Doing my best for God...

I tried to go on in life (and the music business) without needing you. Every time I prayed to you, something bad happened. It's true that The Industry is not of God. Still, I kept you in my heart, and in mind with the very work I would give. One of your soldiers was my engineer! We were tight, without ever meeting face-to-face.

Then we met.

And we rode out.

Then we separated. And I vowed to come back, more than man enough for you.

I haven't seen that side of you since we parted ways, late 2011.

Now, they're telling me I'm being medicated for doing your work. Doing God's work. That's not my goal or mission. I wanted to tell my story of survival, inspire youth everywhere, put Harlem in a positive light and provide a living for myself through music.

Almost like you with Compton.

In fact, exactly like you, overall.

I didn't know to see you as God. You're like a super uncle. I dont bring up the former side of you, because that was your blessing to me. But now what, father? What do I do now?

StarChasers, you really have to work with me. I don't know what you want out of my music, and I've outgrown where I last left you. The only advice I been getting is from God, and sometimes His messages don't come clear through. Though I am proven to be in tip top shape (musically and lyrically), my edge is long gone. Blame the medication.

At the same time, I feel that the meds make me SHARPER. I feel that my poetry is getting washed away by my flow. Which is not a bad thing. It means the MUSIC is more digestible. I just KNOW that I can push the envelope a little bit more.

It's crazy how "the guest" of Hip-Hop can get away with saying certain things,but a PROVEN, TRUE SCHOOL STUDENT of Hip-Hop must be censored. Some of y'all are sensitive bitches that need your ass spanked a few times.


I got it off my chest.

Holla back.




Thank you God, for being so patient with me. And forgive those who trespass against us.




#beseated

 

The Powers That Be

Here is a long overdue post to and about y'all... no words minced, no pretty presentation.

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I've been insecure since the day we met. I was barely 2 years old, and the only thing I knew (first hand) was my mother and father. You've since put me in a position of power that... I can handle, but you (or your employees) don't make easy. Everyone involved has an ego. From the top of the top to the newcomer(s). But I have never shown my ego to you guys.

Out of fear.

Fear that I would be rejected for bolstering my self-esteem with the mere knowledge that you love me. Fear that the love is in-genuine. Fear that I may not measure up. 

So I established myself in The Underground.

I found MUCH talent, great friends, and established morals for myself, being an up-and-coming rapper/producer. Unfortunately, my friends (1) don't measure up to your standards and (2) don't like you. It is fair to say that the Evil Empire spoken of by Rage Against The Machine is EXACTLY why they don't particularly care for my company. 

You guys make it obvious that you're around.

With this last case I caught, I find myself disinterested in romance and matters of the heart in general. My grandma and I had a bit of a falling out while I was in jail. I can't get over it, as much as we're back on speaking terms now. Maybe me being medicated is best for the people AROUND me, not me myself. 

Which sucks. I can feel certain shifts in my creative energy.

Where you may stand with me today is a mystery. I hope the love is still there. I hope opportunities are still available. I know that, despite turning down a proposition early on, I kept my nose clean. I have called out a few members of our elite society, but only because they weren't playing the game above board. They had their own intentions, and were relying on my "talent" (psyworks) to get what they wanted.

All I know is, I'm good to those who are good to me.


R U STILL DOWN FOR A GOTH?







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Success!

Today's surprise live was indeed a success! The speaker gave out (as expected), but I was able to stream with my Obamaphone and the sound quality wasn't as bad as expected!



So tune in to YouTube.com/TheTalentedMrHamilton THIS FRIDAY for another creative live! This time, I got it all planned out...


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I will be getting another chimney hat (witch's hat). It's just all about time and timing.

As with everything in The Hamilton Quazar.








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Spitshine

I just want to clarify some things, on MY forum:

  • I don't have HIV, AIDS, or Cancer. I DID have a cancer scare in late 2009, but it got taken care of. I used HIV/AIDS as a metaphor for the lasting, damaging effects of my music/lyrical content. I did the same with Cancer until they found a knot on the back, right side of my head. 
  • I didn't rape Amber Stewart. I didn't sexually batter Amber Stewart. I was kinky with her, and at first she liked it. Without getting into embarrassing (for her) details, when I saw I would need force to penetrate her, I stopped right away. So ignore her at all costs.
  • I don't have any beef with Kendrick, J Cole or Drake. Whatever there was, isn't there anymore. I just can't wait to get back to where I was. And even then, I'm in no rush.
  • I am in talks with at least 2 major labels. These kinds of things take a VERY long time, so I'm keeping mum on it until I get some solid footing. Or, at least, a DEFINITE decision. Just like I did with Turn First (lol Mike Dee didn't believe me).
  • I have CLOSE ties to the Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit family. Like, we speak. But there are no talks of signing to any of the three. I guess we're just close like that.
  • I didn't diss Cam'ron on The Pink Lavalamp. I just got emotional over the color Pink. It could've turned out bad for me, so it's a blessing that no one took it that way. I just wanted to clarify.
As far as Rihanna goes, it was a crush that enabled me to make some of my greatest work to date. If you know, you know (ask Briana), but at this point, I just wanna put it all behind me. She got her hood Harlem dude, has her babies, has her billions, she's happy. I'm sure I'm a raindrop in her puddle.


Just wanted to clarify some things, because there are still questions about the above.
Any other questions, hit me up.

charleshamiltonreturns@gmail.com




16 bar verse = $600
Original CH instrumental = $1000
Original CH instrumental + 16 bar verse = $1200

These prices are VERY reasonable. Work witchya boy!!!






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Memory Loss (Like Deltron)

It just dawned on me that, unless they fix the WiFi at the house, I can't go live AT ALL! The connection from my phone is TRASH. So... I'll find a way to make it work. In the meantime, I'm cranking out the beats a doing more mental writing. 

I hit a snag recently, because I found that everything I been talking about in the last 2-3 years I've ALREADY COVERED in 2014. Beast mode. So I guess I gotta live a little more. Or do more reading. I have only been reading The Bible, The Quran, The Torah and 2 spellbooks. Maybe it's time for some new required reading...




#thismorningKing Charles...


Internet As An Opp

The WiFi has been down for almost a week at the house. And my Obamaphone isn't fast enough to carry out the tasks I need it to. So I been limited in what I can do/say online. Outside of the fact that I been avoiding controversy, no matter how rough the attempts are at me saying anything. 

Just know, I see you all.

I may just have fixed the speaker! Apparently, Baddie (the previous owner) had some water damage to it, so that's why it shorts out. But it still charges and, if I mess with the AUX cable, it will play sound. Now all I need is a flat surface to lay it on. 

My lives are usually from my bedroom.

On another note, within 3 days, 60 new beats! 
As you can tell, I'm really excited for the next studio session. Fresh ideas, fresh grooves... still the same loser.

I want to take the time to publicly apologize to Chris Rivera. He called me about a week ago, and I was Saturn high. Just weed, for those keeping score, but it scared him. I don't want to lose him as a friend, supporter or StarChaser. It was a rough evening, and he caught me off my A game. 

It won't happen again.

So far, the title for the new project is "Comin' Thru W/ The Future". It's a quote of mine from "Gadzooks!", a song you can find in The Hamilton, Charles Era (click here). I'm not gonna tell you which project, because (1) you should know and (2) you can search the Google Drive link for the song. The overall project is dope, nevertheless. If you have any suggestions, hit me up. 

Twitter: @charleshamilton
IG: @thtlntdmrhmltn
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As much as I hated him, I want to be just like my dad. Just an AWESOME figure in life itself.

Off the subject.



Hopefully the speakers lasts until tomorrow. I have some plans and some GREAT sounds. Can't wait for you to check 'em out. 
Eventually, I plan to reveal what I'm so secretive about. It's moreso up to y'all and how open minded y'all are. 


Wait. I told you guys already. The Black Market. smh I'm out of things to say. Just up to me to...




create.








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FreshOffThePresses

Eddie Murphy 0fficial lyrics

^ ^ ^ (verse 1) Ungh! Get right witchya boy! Sit tight for ya boy! Hit the lights for ya boy... this is that kind of joint. Just sit back. L...