The King Charles Era

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

King Charles Hamilton! King Charles the Hamilton!

All the people you fucking know...


 So this is one of my favorite songs. By anyone. Ever. And the meaning is so dense, it can be feasted on for years to come.

Basically, Harlem has an unspoken heroin problem. And P. Diddy knows about and has capitalized upon it. When I look(ed) at Harlem River as I wrote the song, all I can see is overdosed bodies floating to the top and dope baggies with the Bad Boy logo on them.

Instead of feeling bad, I adopted Harlem's aggressive, yet carefree attitude to provide 3 verses of opioid-flavored fun. I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do.

Shouts to Modest Mouse/Curtis Mayfield.

If you know, you're still learning.




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Cali connect

After last night's review of music, I can honestly say in open and up to collaboration. We can discuss a budget, but really it's about the chemistry.

For example, today's session.

A kid named Dylan. I met him through Josh Pastel, who would join me on live sometimes while at the 2nd halfway house. Dylan is a longtime listener who was waiting in the wings to collab.

We're working together today. On what? Who knows. But it's good for me to get out the house. Especially if I'm collaborating with someone from Hell's Gate (LA).


More to say, more to be seen.

Stay tuned!!!







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The latest morning.

Charles Hamilton (Lyricist)

C. Hamilton (MC)

The Talented Mr. Hamilton (DJ)

Jr. (Poet)

Charles Hamilton, Jr. (Pianist)

Hamilton, Charles (Inmate)

King Charles (Executive)

Xarles (Alien)

The Rebirth of Charles Hamilton (Minister)


All of the above are listed in the order of evolution. They also are a play on, what I believe is, a misdiagnosis. I do believe I'm bipolar (extreme highs and lows), but I only start dalving into different identities when I was deep into my diagnosis.

So you're still getting me, just repackaged to cater to my circumstances.

I came up with C. at VS Diamond's house, for example.


Expect music from #TheBig3 (Executive, Alien and Minister) as the year ends. Until then, get yourself acclimated to The Inmate. You can find it on the website (charleshamilton.app), under the link Hamilton, Charles.


Shouts to Drewzer (Andrew Howe)




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Mama Reigns Supreme

I caught myself thinking about all the things mom put me through. 

It was JUST WHAT I NEEDED. 
Stern discipline for not following directions.

If I get a job, I gotta obey the rules. Not just the law. And if, in the rules there is something I'm not comfortable with, I have to be able to discern what's best for me. 

Sometimes, one's morals get in the way of one's goals.

So follow your heart.

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Now, mama, wouldn't have me be a fucking sellout. But she would always say "Use what you got to get what you need." A hard pill to swallow, but it's a true Devil commandment. And this world is run by The Devil. Rather, The Devil's. Rather, The D'Evils.


hint.


My mom showed me a lot about sampling, believe it or not. She taught me to look DEEP WITHIN the record to find the meaning. To LOOK at a song, not just LISTEN. Likely, you see The Hanged Man if you use your third eye and listen to my music. From Day One until now. I can't escape that. But I have too much pride/am too intelligent to be The Fool, I'm too nice of a guy to be The Devil, I'm scared of The Tower and am not friendly enough to be The Sun.


I'm a HERMIT, damn it!!!!!!!



lol but whatever the cards should make me (and their definition), I'm at mercy of Tarot/Wicca/Alchemy.



Probably God's problem with the whole thing.




See you in October!!!!!!





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For Harlem Girls Only!!! (dont think i dont know...)

 

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I echo the sentiment.
Sha-leik and I are at peace.

Don't come at him or give him a hard time.
This man is about HIS.

ALL inclinations that he is THEE Dawg is to be acknowledged.

He'll clean up any messes.

Right, Sha?!





Let's go, Harlem!
UNITY!








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Time On My Hands...

...since I been away huh LA? 
LOL don't trip. I miss being out and about myself.

So the damn Hot Spot on my phone is working again. I must've exceeded my data limit or something. I learned my lesson on going live with this thing... and streaming/downloading music has to stop (on my end; lol). 

I'm getting all my blogging and emails in now.

If you don't already have it, my email addy is charleshamiltonreturns@gmail.com. That's for collabs, beat inquiries, -Chaser Mail (emails full of love and admiration)... all the above.

In due time, I will reveal my new manager. He has to get used to the complete WORKLOAD he has in front of him, and I have to learn how to trust again.



HUGE SHOUTS to Dr. Dre. 

We gon' make a billy first.
Or was that too left?









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Lyte is still live...

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MC LYTE WENT STUPID WITH THIS ALBUM.

Did you know that Lyte was a producers as well?

Whether programming the beat or directing producers/musicians into crafting the sound, Lyte is a MONSTER on the boards.

I love you, cuzzo.
I only want to see you shine amongst royalty.
In fact, TRUMP royalty.

I wanna see you shine with DIVINITY.

I think you know what that means.

#wiseup




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Keepin' ya posted!

This morning, I made a move. I am now managed by someone. Once things get finalized, I'll announce who. But yes. Someone is going to be making moves on my behalf, while I provide you the music. So you won't be hearing TOO much from me, other than vents and song lyrics. I might even give some music theory advice from time to time.

But don't expect me to say anything controversial. I WILL be saying REAL shit, which could LEAD to controversy (eg. telling Doja Cat to show up).

I don't want anything to ruin this moment for me. 


NYC! WE UP!
LAX! I GOTCHU!
CLE! I'M HOWLIN'!





"Is he still King?"
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Rare internet

It's pretty rare to catch me out and about these days. No shade to LA, I'm just finding my peace and don't want to bother/be bothered by anyone. With this in the air, I now may have to get a job. Which I'm not looking forward to. I guess I still have dues to pay...

Thinking about the scenario somewhat makes me bitter about the music biz. To follow the youth means to be addicted to the very baby fat that experience depletes. Basically, grow with your audience. And good music transcends. I've seen Mexican toddlers dance to Motown. I know Black people who LOVE "ObsesiĆ³n" by Aventura. So it's not about a particular demographic or target market.

Make better music.

StarChasers may disagree, but there's no denying the quality of my music. Those who've been in sessions still can't get over it. I have to say these things to myself as a reminder that I am worthy of absolution. In my absolution, I hope to set a foundation ("set the bar") and...


fuck it.



I want the glory.
Sorry, Kanye.


That's what I want. No pretty sentences (from me) about it.


I want the glory.




I got a long ride on this bus, so I may return. I also have some stuff to read about getting a damn job.




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Vintage, I-don't-want-to-be-recognized cap.
Army fatigue.



#beseated

Excite button




 I'm proud of Hypergoth!. Fuck what anyone has to say about it. I put a lot of work in as far as the production, and every word/sentence/phrase can be used for white AND black magic(k). Honestly, it's a feeling. When you reach the peak of excitement and have to IMMEDIATELY suppress and repress it.

Thank you, Curtis Mayfield.

Oh. Maximize your understanding of the lyrics (once you get it, of course).

Thank you to all those that donated. Big, overwhelmed thank you. The music is being pumped at a massive, yet comfortable rate. And I hope you enjoyed the releases on YouTube. All of the music come with massive understanding and even bigger excitement. How can I EVER outdo The Hamilton, Charles Era?


Well, I tried it. Can't wait until you hear it...




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