Black and White pt. 2

 

I really miss my Baker Mayfield jersey.

My beloved Knuckles! Hold ya head!

Black and white.

Beat the notion.

#CH

Black and White

So I finished the sequel to The Hamilton Experience this morning. EARLY morning session with Tony "Tha Carpenter" Newbury. Without revealing too much (unneccesary Scorpion mystique, I know), I can say that this album (The Hamilton Experience 2: Human) is more spiritual than... really ANY of my attempts to do so. I often found myself dancing, chanting inaudible phrases that made sense to me only, shouting... it was crazy!

Look. As Goth as I like to accept myself to be, I grew up in the church. An Apostolic Pentecostal church. The only way to get saved is/was to tarry for The Holy Spirit. And the only way you would know you have it is evidenced by you speaking in tongues. Somehow, the missionaries and ministers KNEW when you were faking. I was never compelled by the whole thing, so I didn't pressure myself to get prayed for and go through that process. But I'll tell ya... I miss those days. I remember catching The Holy Ghost. It happened so fast. I kinda subdued it. Just EXTREME joy and love. It's a feeling.

I've been trying to capture that feeling for my StarChasers. Especially and specifically since moving into this apartment. I have a zone here. Plus I have all the tools necessary to make that level of music. It's all about whether it's received or not. So yeah, I'm nervous. A lot is about to be announced, and the expectations of me are higher than ever. I can't punk out. Never planned to. Never did. I only walked away when things got unfair. 

If I'm the artist, why do I have to make YOU happy? 

It was my ART that got ME here IN THE FIRST PLACE!

Look. You can't crash out on an exec. It might feel good at the time, but trust. They go to their cigar parlors and talk CASH SHIT about your Black/minority ass. I'm not brown nosing them, but I keep a clear, clean and good rapport. Even with me talking about the unfortunate things that happened to me/around me, I make CLEAR who my targets are. 

If you don't know, it's in the music.

Just a little update. I'll be around. Gotta get a little more shut eye before I go live again. Maybe some time tomorrow.

#CH

 

AI x Hip-Hop x Yoruba

The connection between the Yoruba and Hip-Hop lies in indigenous adaptation. Nigerian artists fused the globally recognized genre with the Yoruba language, blending American rap beats with local rhythms to create a unique cultural identity, tell localized street stories, and give voice to urban youth.

The relationship between the two traces back to the 1990s and 2000s when Nigerian youth began engaging with American hip-hop culture. However, the scene truly transformed when artists realized they could connect deeper with audiences by rapping in their native tongues.

Here are the key pillars of the Yoruba and Hip-Hop connection:

The Rise of Yoruba Rap (Indigenous Hip-Hop): Trailblazers like Lord of Ajasa, Ruggedman, and the iconic late rapper Dagrin revolutionized the Nigerian music industry by rapping predominantly in Yoruba and blending it with English and Nigerian Pidgin. Dagrin's 2009 album C.E.O. cemented the style by bringing raw, relatable street stories to mainstream success.

Modern Global Stars: The blueprint laid by early pioneers paved the way for massive contemporary Afrobeats and hip-hop stars like Olamide, Reminisce, and Falz, who frequently utilize Yoruba proverbs, slang, and linguistic inflections in their music.

Linguistic Suitability: The Yoruba language is highly tonal and rhythm-heavy, making it a perfect vehicle for the percussive and syncopated nature of hip-hop beats, whether boom-bap, trap, or Afrobeats.Cultural Identity: The fusion allows artists to maintain their "Omo Ita" (street child) or "Omoluabi" (a person of good character) identities while participating in a transcultural, globalized music movement.

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So I may stand corrected. In fact, I may have to fall back a few tiers. Through my own adventures in and through music, I first discovered #Yoruba listening to Daft Punk. I went on a deep dive then and (yes) I found Fela, some Bob (Marley), and connected dots from there. Clearly sensing a Mandela effect (of some sort), I decided to deep dive tonight. This time, through Google's AI lens. The results were different. In fact, it made me look at music... my music... a bit different.

The specific form of magic that utilizes weed and alcohol is Tantric Magic, primarily practiced in certain sects of Hinduism (like the Aghori sadhus) and Vamachara (Left-Hand Path) traditions. [1, 2]  

The use of these substances in this context is outlined below: 

Tantric/Aghori Rituals: Practitioners use intoxicants like cannabis (bhang) and alcohol to transcend social taboos, break down the illusion of duality, and attain an altered state of consciousness to perceive the divine. For example, the Hindu deity Shiva is famously associated with consuming bhang to achieve spiritual enlightenment. 

Modern Witchcraft (Wicca/Paganism): While not inherently required, some modern practitioners on  Reddit  suggest that alcohol (such as in "cakes and ale" rituals) and cannabis can be incorporated to lower inhibitions, enhance meditation, and boost focus. [4, 5]  

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My music is Tantric.

I make Tantric music.

I want to start a revolutionary record label called Tantric Music.

We will win.

Believe in ya puppy!

So mote it be.

Because The Lord said so!!!!

#cHam_widdit!

Monday Church

So, *drKiwi* didn't stress me about not going to church. I'm appreciative. As much as a love *doc*, I am tired of living by the standards of others. I already don't do anything wrong. My sins are what I DON'T say on a record. And even then I'm keeping my nose clean. 

*drKiwi* feels I'd be getting to Heaven through the prayers of others, and that by being ignorant to the Gospel, I am cutting said others short. They may be right. But my responsibility is unspoken by people who are not on the inside. There's only a few people who know EXACTLY what I'm doing (outside of the very *drKiwi* of whom I SHOWED; at least one part of it), and they say to keep going.

Granted, *drKiwi*'s point about said individual's morality and ethics is a GOOD one.

At the end of the day, I'm sharing my knowledge through poetry. Though I have some new written songs and there may be a written project on the way, it's become the most tedious process yet. There was a bit of fun that came with writing before. And yes, I have recorded non-written joints in FDA before. In fact, I remember a time when Demev couldn't WAIT until I dropped unwritten music. Granted they weren't all the way invested in my music at the time. They figured, "CH got the deal, so he dont need no one tellin him his shit is hot or wack". Would've been nice to get a B/A cosign from back then.

I spoke to Yung Nate recently. He showed love. That's my brother, b. We might've bumped heads in the beginning, but I can bet my bottom dollar on him (that he would show up for me). I gotta keep him inspired creatively (at least). Same w/ Sha (even though what he do is wrong!). He just wants the chemistry back. I respect that. I just want him to see the growth. Hopefully he'll respect that.

Shouts to Mike Dee Jackson. We haven't spoke in a few weeks, and the last time we spoke I was exHAUSted. He's a good influence of inspiration and kind words. Same w/ Stik Braxton. We talk about English-related stuff. Straight Language Arts conversations.

More to say, more to be seen.
I'll be around.

#TheBlackDrRobotnik

I tried, y'all...

I tried, y'all.

I woke up this morning, groomed, got dressed, got ready for AND went to church.

I wasn't fried, y'all.

I participated in service, played piano, and was good up until offering.

The pastor told THE TRUTH about offering. 
I was set to sit in service and enjoy the word.

I tried, y'all.

I couldn't do it.

Church... the concept of community in and over the name of God... ain't for me. There are some things that my relationship with God doesn't... like it disagrees with my spirit. The pastor is a GREAT man. I would love to have more conversations with him about the faith and justice through God. I just am not a man of God. 

I have the credentials to be a man of God... a Minister of Music, if you will... I'm just not a churchgoer. I really mean no harm. In fact, I refrained from playing secular music EACH TIME I played piano in this church (in particular). So the respect is there. I just can't get down in church. I feel I'm too worldly to play sacred in church. I'm just like my mom. Started in the church, faced the world, humbly returned, and watched a generation after her go through the same thing.

Mom, what should I do?

Mom said "Rock the world."

So mote it be.

So be it, if you will.

A witch I am.

THEE Witch, among 3 other Evils.

Pimp

Assassin

Witch

(censored)

(find yourself. lose yourself. lose yourself as you find yourself. find yourself as you lose yourself)

~!Jr.!~

The 2-day theory

 The weekend.
Prevail or wait for jail (work).

To the dismay of one *drKiwi* and the many Christian StarChasers I've met, I think I'm gonna stick with being a witch. Now, I do plan to still play at the neighborhood Baptist church, as my practice doesn't stop me from giving just due to the true and living God. The God you see when you think of God is one of many images my God adheres to.

That said, nothing has made me happier in recent years than withcraft. YES!, praying to and praising God brings joy. But, for reasons I want to keep to myself, it feels... tastes... synthetic. I feel like worshipping God opens you up to, not scrutiny, but being taken advantage of. I don't like the feeling of going against my faith simply because I detect ill intentions. If this sends me to Hell, I was bracing myself for such LONG before y'all met me.

Then I do this. 
I look back over my life, and... I didn't leave any permanent scars on ANYONE. And those of whom I did hurt, I rectified the situation INDEFINITELY and moved on. The only thing God can use against me is my drug usage. I'm not in the business of hurting anyone, I have been reckless with hearts... I'm good. Actually, God can use my blasphemy against me ("So let's get blasphemous; fuck The Lord, love 4"). Well kids, don't curse the name of God.

You learned it from me.

As with everything concerning an existing God in modern times.

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"Question religion, question it all. Question existence until them questions are solved."

-Hov, "Heaven"

~!Jr.!~

The 7th Day

Now, I have no beef with God. God just wants people to ride by His side and preach his Gospel. The thing is, I'm not all the way invested in His Gospel. Yes I pray and go to church... shit I even pray in church. But the comfort God gives THROUGH discipleship and the church is NOT what I'm looking for. I know I'm going to Hell. Blasphemy, suicide, homosexuality... even a bit of beastiality. I just want those who follow me to know there is an alternative to the darkside.

One that is REAL, TRUE, and without error.

God gets nothing but love from me. But we talked about this. Things need to be done ON MY TERMS in order for them to work. And I think we disagree on/about that point. The gamechanger? As Satan (or a man who claimed to be Satan), I DIRECTED my audience TO God. If I was really selfish with your soul/spirit, I would've kept it and found a way to capitalize on such. No. I am very reckless with MYSELF, so I sent you to #aMan who knows JUST WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR SOUL.

Like that time I sent StarChaser souls to go be with Halo.

I know you remember.

If I end up in Heaven, GLORY! My work still isn't over, because I need my other 6ixes to reside in Heaven WITH me. All the work that Lucifer and Beelzebub have done ON EARTH, in the name of good, should ensure that they can have at least an isolated section in Heaven. A spot where you are warned of the presence you are entering, and are given an opportunity to LEAVE WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

Diving brainstorming.

I will be in church Sunday morning.

The pastor isn't a faggot.

and there aren't any bad bitches there to distract me.

the piano compels.

and the lead organist is humble

Something from last night.

I am DEFINITELY facing an ego death.

Pretty sure I know what it is.

The hourglass dips...

~!Jr.!~

Bound to Christ via pitchfork...

My lil homie Ben Jayne came through for service and a jam session after church. I got there, rocked out on the keys, and was blessed by the sermon. Pastor Otis basically said, know what you're praying for and what to pray for, because people are out to strip you of your blessing(s)... like Jacob and Esau.

Such is what I've been telling 6z for a GOOD minute. Literally, they struck back. Beelzebub seduced Pastor Otis. Lucifer blew his mind. Satan accompanied the sermon TO THE WORD. Damien posed as a minister. Still, he held on. 

We are currently post-Sunday service, at my apartment. Ben is loading up his MacBook, Marquis is loading up the bowl, and I'm drunk and blogging, as we went to the neighborhood liquor store to celebrate God's mighty works. Who knows what we'll cook up? All I know is, because of who I am, I remain neutral in the war for my soul. Bear in mind that I have dibs on a FEW souls...

Stay tuned.

~!Jr.!~

The Fork In The Road

Let's get right into it.

The Bible vs. Tarot

I start with what I know most and best. Tarot. Tarot has never lied to me, never deceived me, never pulled a fast one, anything of the sort. In fact, I can think of several instances where Tarot revealed imminent danger/discomfort, and provided a way out. I don't always reveal my Tarot/magic related victories. But yes. Tarot, coupled with sheer discipline, has been a beacon of light for me.

Long story short, The Bible got me through this most recent incarceration. I FOCUSED on my reading of it. Connected dots. Submitted, even. Upon release, there have been many God-driven divine moments. The halfway house was Christ Centered Ministries, prayer removed an enemy from my dwelling, God is putting it upon the hearts of my StarChasers to donate to me... only God.

Both are real (Bible, Tarot). BOTH require devotion. Can't be used at the same time or in conjunction. I've tried. God is present in my life. I will and can never deny it at this point. But God acknowledges my hyperactive (read: psychic) mind.

So do The Devils.

So does The Devil.

I can't pick and choose evil, and good is inexperienced. I feel like Blade (something I've said before). More like Constantine. I may have to watch that movie again. I think that's my next movie venture. Safe to say, King Kiwi and I are done with Star Trek. Either that, ....nah. I can only watch Star Trek w Snoop.

Bear with me as I literally struggle with a psychic instrument and a spiritual weapon.

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Low register, "Star Magic" might be a fave CH OAT record. I almost shed a few tears listening to it with y'all the other night. Caught myself. 

Feel it. It's there for you to feel. 

Pause, if need.

~!Jr.!~

my latest live.

 

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Nothing new to report. God is still real, God is still good, God is still on my side... despite who I am and THINK I am. I plan to go live more often, but I'm working on a few passion projects that I don't want to tip anyone off to. I AM SURE that everyone will enjoy it, even with the notion that everyone can't be pleased by the same thing. 

This is something that StarChasers have been asking for, going on 16 years.

Alas, 16.

Stay tuned, y'all.

~Jr.~

"Mixed by Tony..."

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That's me to the left, sitting next to my new favorite engineer (sorry, Alejandro).

Meet Tony "Tha Carpenter" Newbury.

Hailing from New Jersey, Tony drove from out east to the west IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWSTORM, just to chase his dreams. Initially, he was supposed to be staying with me until he got on his feet, but Young Chip was here and they got into it. Tony ended up finding a place to stay and got good grounding for himself out here. Every so often, he'll stop by and we'll play our new tracks for each other. I produced a lil project for him.

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"$omething New", now available on all streaming platforms.

In the middle of producing this project, we chopped it up about mixing. I'm very leery about who I let touch my vocals, but as you'll hear from the mixing on "$omething...", Tony is a bit of a sound master. He asked if he could mix some of my music. Once I heard the mixes in HIS stuff, I was IMMEDIATELY pumped to hear his mixes on my production.

"T. H. E. (The Hamilton Experience)" is mixed by Tony "Tha Carpenter" Newbury. 
And it's coming soon.

And it's follow-up is even meaner!

Shouts to you, Tony New!
May we continue to lock in and do what it do!

~!Jr.!~

Baddie's Love

I remember... recently... I was having a conversation with Baddie (too late to *drKiwi* she...) about my music. I asked her if she liked a particular song. She said "yeah, but I don't think my love is what you're looking for". It caught me off guard, as with everything she said. I started to wonder about the type of love I've received and the type of love I would need, to quell the inner beast of #perfection. I ended up at 2 points...

First, I would like to disagree with her/you. A female showing interest (in the positive) towards my music/poetry would mean the world to me. Probably why I don't have too many female StarChasers (to my knowledge), because it would DEFINITELY go to my head and the music would DEFINITELY be impacted. 

Second, to agree with Baddie is to accept that the mostly macho love I get from Hip-Hop is to be expected. And for me NOT to be super macho and STILL get the love from the beloved meatheads of Hip-Hop is a feat by itself. I would like to believe that I brought out the vulnerabilities of Hip-Hop and made it something to shine about. Yes, there is a Kanye before me, but even that's in question (#iykyk). Basically, I made it cool to be yourself, so long as you respect the culture.

Since I started going to church (courtesy of Chris Rivera), I have been encountered with a type of love that is strangely foreign to me: God's Love. God said "come as you are"... well, the church says it. The Bible says "All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." (John 6:37 KJV) God understands my hangups with the world. From grooming to dooming. I want peace, I am a natural rebel. 

Funny story.
According to Grandma and Uncle G, they used to tease Mom for me getting in trouble for doing the same things she did in school. Apparently, she was a KILLER with the clarinet. Like, me on piano = mom on clarinet. And she would smoke her weed/cigs and entertain her friends by playing clarinet THE FUNKIEST. 

Basically, if God can love me beyond and passed the sins I DON'T confess to (as well as the ones I do), all I can do is love (with His love) any and all I come in contact with. I am NOT God to judge anyone (though I am rather homophobic, as soft as I can be), and I am not a judge to be God (I respect the goings on in the streets; I just want to be covered from it). God showed me love in times and places where love was not only a thing of the past, but a catalyst for you get destroyed. And all I EVER want to do, IS love. I guess that's why *drKiwi* and I were ...actually rather safe in *drKiwi*'s apartment. I tried to warn her that it's hostile ground there, but she toughened her skin and STILL managed to be a lady.

I won't forget you, *drKiwi*.

You either, Baddie. 
I'll *drKiwi* you another time.

I do have a new notebook.
I have been writing.
I don't like writing anymore.

No one's fault.

If I'm going to write, I gotta do it my way.

I have a rhythm to my songwriting (since 2014, to be exact), and the tedious process of writing eats away at it. That being said, enough StarChasers have requested it, so I'll work on some stuff in the meantime.  

In the meantime, you're reading my writing now.

Consider the sources.

~!Jr.!~

Gynophobia, squared

I have a notorious history of talking about my random escapades with women. My thing was, I was actually doing what you hear rappers talking about, in monogamous relationships with beautiful women from any of the 5 boroughs. And because the premise was it was between me and them, they didn’t really mind. 

A few things came to mind to stop that type of thinking. 

One of which is named Tomorrow.

I can see niggas like YoungBoy licking their chops at the thought of me having a daughter. I spoiled her from the sack… which means someone or something can come from behind with the sneak attack! lol spoken like a true crackhead, I know.

The other reason, just as valid… I can’t be wasting my seed like that. I need to be able to recall my memories, as that’s where my musicianship is stored. Your right ball is where your memory/identity is stored. Your left ball ain’t going anywhere, but you really can’t get nowhere with it. I guess out of depression I started bussin out my rightey. Shit, I almost lost it doing something gay (the consequence of such). 

God provided me an escape and forgave me, so I can never betray He. He’s working with me, as far as being Goth. If I could bring you to the light, THROUGH THE DARKNESS, mission complete.

“Fuck with your boy. (Yeah!)” (Juelz)

~Jr.~