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

#somoteitbe

Space is the Place

THE GAMING UNIVERSE:

Nintmayfield

Barry Genesis

Altari 

Jamestation

Mikerosoft

Bill Arcade 

THE OUTER LIMITS:

Day Twa

Dark Shadows

The Unseen

The Twilight Zone

(#cHam!)

(The Doc is watching… (#xRated)

A witch’s update!

Not to be easily understood, not to be misunderstood.

I am *now* allowed one punch-in in my songs! I recently got the notion, but it was confirmed by one of my EldersInTheCraft. The one take theory is based on the concept of One (holding your left index up, love), and its correlation to #theflowstate. Sometimes, spirits rise out of the *user*, causing quirks that either need to be capitalized upon or, simply, better delivered.

I have no shame in my one-take flowstates. I just know that not everyone is prepared to “go with the flow”. And, in 2012-14, I was utilizing Quasimoto’s signature breakdown/choppy flow. It all comes out in the mix, anyway.

Which mix?

-so mote it be

Suicide-all roots

I could write a jazzy intro paragraph about this. But too many lives are on the line with this next stream of thought. I want to introduce, discuss and conclude, BRIEFLY. So, here we go.

Just a few moments ago, I realized that my suicidal nature/logic comes from the ending of Terminator 2: Judgement Day. EVERYONE has seen it, though it's been a few generations. Basically, Arnold was OF what was destroying. The only way to keep the problem from expanding was to destroy himself.

A long time ago, I put an incomplete curse on myself. If certain things occur after recording/releasing... a particular album, I will commit public suicide. Why? Because ONLY A FEW... Michael Jackson-J Dilla included... know the secrets of music. Fewer know the secrets of me. Only I know how to dooit. 

The time is drawing near. 
I am the only light at the end of the tunnel... for me.

Which is making me stronger. "I'M NICE! FUCK YOU if you disagree!" That was my tough talk back then. And I spent hours perfecting the craft that backs up what I'm poppin' shit about. That I'm proud of. My legacy is not the suicide of a white cyborg. My legacy is also not the overdose of a black musician. And though loving oneself is key to loving others, once you step into music, AIN'T SHIT ABOUT YOU.

Love yourself.
Rock the world.

Not the other way around.

That's God-tor Dre's job.

One love, Doc.
I'm following your lead.

~CzH~

Remnants of Rivera

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Right after Jas (Chris' StarChaser-in-law) untangled my hair and gave me a blow out... right after she cut a huge chunk out of my hair because I couldn't handle the pain. lol fuck me.

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Chris Rivera can fucking smoke. We dead smoked EVERY JOINT YOU SEE IN THIS PICTURE, *IN LESS THAN 2 WEEKS*. He says he's stopping, but... I call cap.

Rivera, when you see this, send me any pix you have of us so I can post it! They're not on my computer or phone (for whatever reason).

~!Jr.!~

 

Pix from my Drew-cation

 

At a legendary corn field in Iowa. Won't lie, the brown in me got a bit anxious. Not because of Drew. Just... feelings. Oral history, if you will...

Talking about (my) music with Drew's longtime friend Zack. They used to listen to my music as teens in that very basement.

Out at dinner with Miss Michelle (Drew's mom) and Megan (Drew's sister).

Recording "Corporal Punishment". The concept is in the pictures. The pictures speak volumes. We had to keep it down. Still, it was LIT!

After recording, mixing and mastering #CrprlPnshmnt. Passed out next to Zack... who was up the whole time. (inside joke)

There he is! A DAY ONE... like.. MY FIRST FAN... like ... BEFORE #aCharlesHamiltonfan was known as a StarChaser... like... BEFORE THE SONG EXISTED!!! The concept, maybe. Peace, Simone P.

This key is a symbolic token in Iowa. The history escapes me, but... not much of it does.

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Shouts to my BK Cuz Mar-Q!!! Pick up the [Charles Hamilton x NY Vids] tee on my website. Or, click here.

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Just felt the significance of sitting on a bench in CLEARLY White America. 
More (and less) on that, in a few...

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So Drewzer made this AWESOME t-shirt from a design subtly-inspired by me. Neither of us can make money off it, but it's a one-of-one, and he let me have it. Beyond honored and humbled.

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Oh, yes. There will be bud.

Me and Good Ol' CharlieDawg!!! Affectionately named after me (I shit you not). Pure joy, all around.

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There was another dog, there to. Haven! Haaaaven! A smaller, white (what I think was a) Pomeranian. Sooooo precious!

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Told you, I'll be around!

See you next time, Rivera!!!

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Drew asked permission to take a pic of me in the Iowa State Cyclones tee, not knowing if I was sleep or awake. lol I dead was. It was all good. lol smh

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Final day. Spent time outside creating Negro Spiritual and Blue Eyed-Soul beats/instrumentals. Didn't want the neighborhood to think I was a one-trick pony!

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I learned a lot on this trip to Suburbia. Really, my only interaction with white people has been from being a Cleveland native. And I was AROUND some white people. BIG time. Though I let the hood rough me up, I didn't lose my grace. I stand proud as an extraterrestial in a Black Man's body that I did not fulfill ANY stereotypes. Black men, learn about yourselves before you play hardball.

-so mote it be

Mama said…

At this moment, I am in StarChaser Andrew Howe’s basement, reflecting in the times that led to the music that got me here. I had a blast making the music (emphasis on MAKING), but the times surrounding it suck. Some of the people I praise and hold in high regard really aren’t shit. Very few were as progressive as me, and they didn’t want to hang out with me because I used to use. I had to keep my habit from them… and Mom.

Mom randomly drug tested me in 10th grade. And I tested positive. I told every lie there was to tell, to keep from getting whipped with this patented leather belt with gold studs. Finally, I admitted to it. From there, I was sent to the Harlem Youth Marine Corps. Now, I take pride in my discipline. It takes a lot for me to lose sight of my goal. Still, I learned a lot about discipline and responsibility there. 

I wasn’t mad at my mom for that. It’s the fact I used to lie on my high that bothers me today. To be real, Heroin is like a 30-minute orgasm. That comes with a heavy weight on you, whether you smoke, sniff or pop. The more you do it, the more numb you get to it. After a while, nothing pleases you. The depression is all that remains. That’s why I been sticking with weed and my meds. Plus, with all the drug variations out now, it’s not even safe to try anymore.

Don’t tell lies, yall. They always pop up in your mind. And randomly. You have to lose your consciousness to be free from the lives that enslave your soul. You hear that, rappers?! Cappin till you happen to have it just isn’t happening. Your lies impact the dreams of the dreamer. Now I can’t tell the world to do Heroin, I can only tell you I feel on and off it. If I did it now, I’d probably hurt myself. And if I keep talking about it, ima look like a fool. So here.

Drugs are bad. So is Shenseea.

-so mote it be

“…out of touch…”

#notgonnastop pic.twitter.com/5koD39zV5u

— cHam (widdit) (@CharlesHamilton) August 17, 2026

Indeed, I am on vacation. Indeed, I’ve been moving around the country, visiting longtime StarChasers and building relationships. These and other eye-opening experiences do not undermine the value of THIS.

Yeah, myself, LeRoy and Dre put our heads together, and this is just the start of it. Really looking forward to touching SOBs again (eleven years!). Reunions, farewells… any and all is liable to happen. You’re not gonna wanna miss it!

I’ve had PLENTY of time, but NO energy. Coffee isn’t even working. So I will be making more noted changes in my diet.

I gotta shut the city down one time.

Watch me!

~!Jr.!~

Back by popular demean…

Either I won the world back or the world boosted its tolerance… how the hell are yall?! 

Man, it feels good to be loved.

So let’s begin! Positive traction on “Big or Small”, the first single from “Speaking of Witch…”. Not many comments and views (per usual), but …The Universe has a way of telling me things. I hope you all know that, Inder God’s care, anything is possible. The Lord loves you, too! He’s just a bit more rough around the edges about getting His way.

I am a Solitary Witch, and my religion is Wicca.

FDA is on my mind, as usual. Just talking about rapping w Bird, Nate, Kev and Akeem at the lunch table. We went on a journey together, fellas. Clearly and specifically Nate, but I brought the memories of us with me everywhere I went. Sometimes it made decisions for me. Most times it inspired me. In total, you always have a friend with me.

“Favorite color is pink; favorite genre is rock…”

-Charles Hamilton, “Bot Who Cried Wolf”

Such is still the case. At any point, I can throw on a Rock album and spend my day headbanging. Admittedly, I can only do it for a few songs at a time, stretched out. lol. Rock is the bond between me and Dad. But Hip-Hop is the galactic language. Easy to learn, a lifetime to master. I’m blessed to remain relevant-esque in this genre for as long as I’ve been dooinit. Everyday there’s a new StarChaser, everyday a StarChaser falls in love all over again. 

I wouldn’t have it another way.

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I may compose a few more songs for Pentecost. It's full as is, but one song doesn't gel right with the rest of the project. And not because it's not good. I can simply HEAR who influenced it. Rather, I can hear THEM doing it...

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Technically, C Diddy produced "Missing Piece" for Super Charles Hamilton. He simply credited C. Hamilton "in the name of C and CLove". Apparently he knows clove is spelled as such, and his incarceration is the sacrifice.

Long live Busta for the tribute/barfest on "Spazzz". Glad SOMEONE bodied that beat.

I'ma go listen to some 9th joints. Maybe make a lil loosey. Stay tuned. Stay up. Get down.

#somoteitbe

The Phenomenon...

phenomenon

noun

phe·​nom·​e·​non fi-ˈnä-mə-ˌnän  -nən

pluralphenomena fi-ˈnä-mə-nə  -ˌnä or phenomenons

pluralphenomena : an observable fact or event : an item of experience or reality

weather phenomena

"…the cultural phenomenon of America going to the movies…"

—Lucius Shepard

But there are always anomalies, phenomena that the paradigm cannot account for…

—John Horgan

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You are watching a master at work.

be back soon

-so mote it be

Footprints (in my music)

As I listen to The Pink Lavalamp, I’m reminded of all the times I “prayed” and claimed “The Lord” is “my savior”. I admittedly put my foot in my mouth, but hear me out…

Harlem is NO PLACE for Satanism. As Pagan as they can be. Let me break it down. Paganism is indeed the purchasing of brand-named, idol-based materiel things. And Harlem has an “obscene obsession with the bling (Lupe)” and is a hub for all things Jordan brand (specifically, not ignoring Timberland). Yet once such big ticket items are purchased, the praise goes up to God. The Devil is MUCH frowned upon Uptown. And if you get up to The Heights, YOU MIGHT get some Devil action. Just know that The Devil is the victim up there.

So yeah. I was on my holy shit. Not Gospel. Just… those who knew me past church and school (most of which not living or in mental hospitals) knew where I stood. To add, in the early 2000s, you could catch me walking from 124th and Broadway to 125th and 7th, Bible in hand, preparing to play at church.

The same church I said “fuck” on The Pink Lavalamp.

Fuck it. I’m a walking contradiction. Use such to do better.

Light little fall back session.

Keep checkin back.

Just gotta prioritize.

Be back soon!

-so mote it be

Dilla’s Shadow

 

I stated on Twitter/X that this track had me looking at Busta MUCH differently. We have a good rapport, despite a strange interaction in Brooklyn back in 2016. I know he’s a good guy, and him proving loyalty to J Dilla (ONCE AGAIN!) is only giving him more invincibility stars.

I may be n one. Yeah, I been going a little minute without mentioning or listening to Sir Deezy. Last I spoke to my therapist, I was instructed to keep the love alive and know that such is appreciated, where he is indeed living or otherwise. 

Fu k dropping hints.

Pardon my passion.

The man was about his paper, as the quality of his work required such. A few niggas DIED without acknowledging him PROPERLY. Many forms of death, too. There is a phantom following the name of J Dilla. His essence casts a shadow upon everyone who dares speak him, his name or his music in vain.

Be careful with Dillatime, yall. HE knew what he was doing.

Do you?

Peace and love, Busta.

Let’s grow.

-so mote it be