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Simply a jam session about being MADE to feel a way.
ANY kind of way.
It's a technique.
Some know more than others.
Such is why some are ahead.
Not hating.
Informing.
Check it out!
~Enter the Hamilton~
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch.
The Road To SOBs pt. 3
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Dooin' it PROFESSIONALLY this time.
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Dooin' it PROFESSIONALLY this time.
StarChasers, let's turn SOBs OUT!!!!!!
~Enter the Hamilton~
A wild *drKiwi* has appeared
This *doc* always has a way of influencing me, to my detriment. Sad, because I believed in his hustle. He was more of a class clown than me, and only made himself available when it became evident that I was going places. I was more naive then than I am now. Praise be Zyprexa.
I can hear him in my head, saying I NEED to get back on H to make another Pink Lavalamp. I resented dude then, and now only a few weeks from the 20th anniversary, I want nothing to do with him.
I dont hate anyone. I just don’t deem you worthy of a name drop. In fact, with the momentum I’m gaining (of which I’m thankful and worked hard for), you stand to get a great push yourself. So hold this L while I hold on to my time.
I’m even upset I wrote this.
It’s being written to combat the notion of particular StarChasers insisting the same thing.
I saw from early in the process that talking about H usage was going to be ammunition for the heartless, “inspired” kid who wants to humiliate their favorite rapper’s favorite rapper. And I knew the value of TPinkL before it dropped, based on HARLEM’s reaction to it (I’m moving WITH you, my Beloved Harlem!). I was on pins and needles when it was time to release it, no lie. And as I pick the album apart and attempt to optimize the LIVE listening experience, I am reminded of what I did and did NOT do.
I DID give opportunities.
I DID NOT give a fuck about myself.
Now that I look at myself with a different perspective/mindset/lens, I’m starting to resent the “seemingly harmless” jokes and “better judgement” wisdom.
I shared, when I dared.
I cared, with no one there.
Only I got me here, from over there.
I can’t afford to make jokes on the situations of others. They’ll hit below the belt, I’ll follow-up, it turns into a gang/neighborhood related fight. And, when it’s all said and done, I earned a little over $1 million in my lifetime, BEFORE the age of 21. Only one in my family to do it. Everyone had their doubts, everyone had their beliefs. Did I suffer? Yes. But everyone in the workforce does.
You’re working with force.
Come one, come all.
Just don’t occupy the wall.
~Enter the Hamilton~
The Road to SOBs, pt. 1
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Every other week or so, from 2008-2010, I was performing music from The Hamiltonization Process LIVE at SOBs. It came down to people requesting songs that weren't even IN #theprocess ("People of the River", "SEGA Music", etc.).
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Every other week or so, from 2008-2010, I was performing music from The Hamiltonization Process LIVE at SOBs. It came down to people requesting songs that weren't even IN #theprocess ("People of the River", "SEGA Music", etc.).
Get ready for a throwback from the future.
November 10th, 2026.
~Enter the Hamilton~
The Road To SOB's pt. 2
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The legendary CH x KDot cypher.
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The legendary CH x KDot cypher.
Happened... like DEAD happened at SOBs.
Very real moment.
Just not my birthday.
~Enter the Hamilton~
Let me spare you a day.
May you be able to accept my assessment, because we’re going down the White Rabbit paved steps.
To my understanding, you were representing ME with regards to your aesthetic in our mutually shared chosen expression. And some things I noticed. And yeah, mom knew I wanted to dress like a rapper. And yeah, I was always comfortable in a church suit or just khakis and a polo. But… you were catching wind of such aesthetics, INSTINCTUALLY.
You…
…nigga, YOU.
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…didn’t know.
KNOW.
You felt. And you felt enough to make you want to keep a healthy distance. But you bled the well dry, not giving much room for ANYONE to express the truth. No less me.
You didn’t know.
So I used your decrepit inspiration to fuel my music for… what is now a majority of my catalog. Whether naming you directly or shaming you insect-ly, all I wanted to see was you making the stank face to the beat as your eyes get bloodshot red for the well-executed return shots. Thing is, you really care about me. So these shots were in the form of self-depreciation, fear, doubt and cowardice (your wife was the only gun I had to your head, at one point; a predictable, selfish one). I went YEARS harboring some ILL feelings towards myself for not being able to say how I felt within, despite being “a Ham”, #classclown, #superpianist, WHILST GOING THROUGH THESE FEELINGS.
You can speculate on why, Sir.
It would only add fuel to your self-righteous fire.
I may have devalued myself, is what I’m saying in a nutshell. Your wealth can no longer be considered easily obtainable. You’re stronger than me, to quote the DJ Jazzy Jeff record I have spinning right now. Where I’m at mentally (at this very moment), this is kinda rock bottom. I’m talking to YOU, ABOUT you, TO you. On my form of media, my blog (Enter the Hamilton). I emptied out a whole self-mutilating clip on myself, just to make YOU look bad. Because I trusted you and felt you weren’t upfront with me. As I've so learned, things were as much of a mystery to you as they were me. I've also learned to forgive those "who trespass against...".
So yeah. Maybe I can make it again. Best case scenario, with the direction I'm going in. Worst case scenario? I get fooled.
And as wack as it is to admit,
...I'm a fool for you, Unc.
Foolish enough to make you brandish your burden of proof.
“Yeah. Thanks for meeting me here.”
I’ve learned not to make excuses (moreso in recent years). In taking accountability, there’s no excuse for the decreased quality in my music over the years. I can offer rationales, back stories… just not excuses. It wasn’t guaranteed that I’d ever be back in a professional recording studio. I wasn’t 100% confident in music produced outside of Fruity Loops. MY music, at least. You can include 9th. And I’m literally specifically talking about 2012. The doctor in Cleveland told my mom not to let me use my legs so much, for a reason she went to the grave for (though I think I get it). I just know that, while locked up, I developed a MUSIC style that REQUIRED my insecurity and, yes, bad health.
I had points to prove, adversaries to crush, and love to avenge.
I wrote one of my last few written projects (“CATS Can”) and recorded/released it, to a decent response. But it was what you wanted/were expecting. What I had up my sleeve was much more dangerous, and required you to believe so. Thing is, there was no guarantee I’d be back in a studio. And the beats to “CATS…” were all from my FDA 2006-07 era. So I let the experiments commence and recorded from #myCave. Got SLAMMED for it. So I hustled my name and fame and vowed to give you STUDIO QUALITY MUSIC. I just didn’t drop most of it until after 12/21/2012.
I was (literally) in the studio that night.
I experimented with sound a lot when in these sessions, I’ll admit. Simply because I may have never gotten that opportunity again… or until I get another deal. So that put pressure on the SONGS I would record. Audibly experiment, but keep the record in good condition. In 2012, I decided that a home studio setup is best when you have NO track record to be compared to. And when I listen back, I have fun listening to the different sounds. But 2014, I decided to make it ALL CLEAR.
Then Republic.
Then I got screwed.
By 2017 I was using again, and it was becoming apparent to family (uncle and grandma).
The music was clear, just darker (than ever, at that point) and more esoteric. Clear, in terms of sound and content. I was a vessel for The Devils, and I wanted everyone to know it. Making claims of astral plane threesome sex between Press Secretary Minaj and First Lady Carter. Sending shots at the catalyst for my modern depression, Jay-Z. COMPLETELY IGNORING Eminem (despite listening to Revival later that year). My Uncle George (who I was living with until I moved back to Cleveland) told me to no longer record in his house, because I’m not a “Bedroom Beethoven”. That with my experience, I need to ONLY do my thing in a PROFESSIONAL studio.
Basically, my theory was “the sound quality, despite the HIGH quality of the tools, represented and reflected the circumstances I was recording in”. “Merlin’s Miraclez” sounds good because I was living good (at my Uncle G’s brownstone). "Ugly Desdamona" is rough on the ears because I was living in... a VERY rough apartment with Boe (140th and Lenox). I thought it would be easier to visualize the rough and tough talk by HEARING the stress and strain.
I want to apologize to my StarChasers. I took your love for granted. Now, some of y'all needed to get cussed out, and have since come around to not only apologize for how you treated me, but even went so far as to say you went BACK to the music you were downplaying and said it was ahead of it's time. But there are many StarChasers who were indeed around for a majority of the ride. And I cherished them, but privately. I'm vocal about them now, of course (Drew, Rivera, Mike Dee, etc.). But I definitely feel there were times they appeared in my world and I was a complete dick about it. So instead of singling out StarChasers that were angels/demons in my life, I want to apologize to ALL my StarChasers. The fight is won by clarity. The fight is won by quality. If I can't bring both in a project, I leave it alone.
So, to my StarChasers, I just want y'all to be proud to bump my music. I'm hard at work at this hour to enforce such. Some times it can't get no louder, sometimes it can't get no quieter... I'm not cheating tho.
I can promise you that.
With that said, here it is..,
*I'm sorry.*
just was tryna make you feel me.
pardon the force.
~Enter the Hamilton~
Unapologetic??
Dumbing down my lyrics... and there is still HEAVY density in TPL... is why I kinda resent the album. I don't feel it expressed my intelligence the way my modern music does. In fact, I will say, from 2014-now, my intelligence has come clear through in my music. Before it was witty and inspirational, despite being dark and fearful. Now, I face whatever fear and darkness I project by ...quite simply standing up to the voices in my head. They tell me I'm not good enough. They tell me to go back to (insert album here) in order to regain the prominence I once had. They tell me to write another (insert song here) in order to go viral. It's not clear that a piece of media blowing up HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CONENT. And if I've outgrown said album or song on a personal front, I can only submit such growth with the same "blowing up" device and ...see.
In order to manage myself (in general and BETTER), I had to learn how to give a fuck. So, since Leila challenged me to apologize to people in my life I never got the chance to, I'ma start here.
- Grandma, I'm sorry I used to use in your basement, and use your basement as a hookup spot for me and whoever was my girlfriend at the moment. You mean more than me than just who had "the free crib".
- Uncle, I'm sorry I stole change for a Dutch cigar and some loose cigs. I just knew you wouldn't let me get the money if I asked and knew what it was for.
- Mom, again I'm sorry for all the lies... ALL of them... from lying about homework to lying about syringe marks.
- To the children I had with 2 Jamaican women who WON'T LET ME SEE THEM, I'm sorry I'm not in your life as much as I want to. Your mother(s) probably think I'm still using and don't want you to be FURTHER influenced by me.
- Leroy, I'm sorry I put you through so much hell in 2008-09. I didn't know what was going on, I just knew MANY people wanted to drive a professional wedge into our friendship.
- Dre, I'm sorry for not trusting you. We both know how cold Harlem politics can be, and I'm praying that we'll be some of the ones to make it out.
- Nate, I'm sorry you saw me tweaked out at AM Studios. Now it's hard to escape you looking at me to see if something was drug related-ly wrong.
- Sciryl, Kesed, I'm sorry I used y'all as alibis for where I was on nights I just wanted to binge and not be dealt with by anyone.
- HchO, I'm sorry if there was ever a time... and there was... when you needed me to be in communication and I wasn't. I just built a world for myself and didn't know how to management. You were an AWESOME big brother.
I'm sure I can think of a few more people to apologize to. But this was before I met SO MANY PEOPLE. In fact, these "so many people" KNOW ME through this album.
Kinda just blew a gasket (in my head). Gonna take it in for the night.
Never be too prideful to say sorry to someone you've wronged.
~Enter the Hamilton~
Your Son Misses (u)
I did an interview today with a family friend and media journalist I can trust. The interview went well. We got in depth about The Pink Lavalamp and what I was doing around that time. We used to work together at my uncle's Internet Television Broadcasting Company (Brownstone Digital, Inc.; the modern format for CBS, BET, and SEVERAL OTHER media conglomerates). She asked me how I managed to steer clear of my uncle's watchful eye. I told her "lies".
Lies are why I'm still alive today.
I lied to my grandmother to get money, to my uncle about why I was late to work, to my mom so I can get out the house... then I would lie about NOT having enough money for the dealer, lie to my girlfriend about where I've been (such is documented in a few songs on The Pink Lavalamp), to FDA about being happy... just skyscraper levels of lies stacked on lies. When the interviewer (Leila; pronounced Lee-lah) came up with this segment about who I would want to give an apology if I could, I said to my mother. I used to lie to my mother a lot growing up. Little things that became big things that ultimately led to asswhoopings and lost trust. In the interview, I caught myself in a little lie, as far as when I got started using. And the more I gave it thought, the more grim my history with hard drugs became. I was more scared of my mom finding out I did H courtesy of an OD. That's what made me stop the first time, in 10th grade. I messed around from time to time in 11th, and when I got to FDA, it was barely recreational. I think coming back from college (2006; God damn!) and dealing with a sick/agitating mom (RIP) and my Jamaican girlfriend having eyes for another is what made me dip again.
There's a story Nate told during the Faultlines documentary. I had OD'd on a cocktail of drugs, as provided by a jamband who were rehearsing in the same studio as us from The FDA Studio. That was early summer '06. Bear with me as I try to retrace my steps. I basically lied to Nate and told him I wouldn't use anymore, and then he went away to college. Somehow, I began seeing Jamarris, and that struck him some kinda way. I thought he was jealous. He was trying to keep me focused. His girl and my girl (Toya) were cool, the studio loved Toya... he didn't want me to ruin a good thing by chasing "the prettiest girl in FDA". I lied to Toya about Jamarris, I lied to Jamarris about using...
I feel fucked up again.
Well, Mom, I'm sorry for lying to you like you're someone to be lied to. I was just trying to protect your heart. You would've hated me for using. Yes, I stole money from your purse/ATM, yes that's where I was going when I took so long to come back to the store (among other surprises... I'm a famous rapper, mom!), no, I never sold my body for drugs... I'll tell you any and everything you want to know.
Just talk to me again.
Pardon me, you guys. I gotta clear my conscious of a wicked tongue.
No photos today.
~Enter the Hamilton~
We had it, babe
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Nothing about us was right. Neither of us want to be wrong. Both of us are proud of our individual and collective passion(s).
We couldn’t get there together.
You’re a whole parent. With tight relations to the streets. Yet it was I who would leave early in the morning and come back at ungodly hours. I thank you for every night you picked me up from Jamaica Station. Every night you left the front door open so I can come in without waking you up. Trust and believe it was never about past flames or future relations. I was grinding, establishing #CDotHamilton amongst the very streets and street niggas I stayed away from.
Until you.
I did a great deal of sacrificing when it came to you. I left my pedestal of wound licking and began from the bottom of the castle. The Tower, if you will. I just wanted you to be proud of me. I was shaking the city UP and DOWN! And I was dooinit, knowing I had “some light skinned bad bitch who could rock the mic at her leisure”. I was crushed when you decided to part ways. But I don’t fight or argue. If you don’t want me in your life, I facilitate you finding happiness.
I hope your son is well. I also hear you are married. Congratulations! Hopefully he knows the wonder of a woman he has. I send my love and regards to your mother, sister and brother. Hopefully, all is well.
I could never tell, with you…
To stand behind you is to walk ahead of you.
~Enter the Hamilton~
Speaking of Witch… (a post before the curse)
I just listened to “Antithesis” for the first time in a WHILE, a few hours ago. MAN! It was a good listen, but VERY self-depreciating. My argument is, saying fucked up things about myself and how I feel about a select few made me feel GOOD. I was depleting my value by giving away arcane knowledge in the form of low blow disses… to people who posed a threat to my sanity (one way or another). “Antithesis” was recorded and released in 2014, and was the #antithesis or OPPOSITE of “Unforgiven”.
“Unforgiven” was recorded after I committed a homosexual act, and felt untouchable… by any and all EXCEPT Harlem. I fessed up to it, to be an example to any and all down low brothers who struggle to coexist with women. It’s not about homophobia over here. It’s about INTENTION. My struggle with women comes from always feeling the need to go out of my way to show affection. Every heartbreak, break up, let down… it all led to February 2014. And since then, I haven’t been more honest.
Whereas I recorded “Unforgiven” with Boe and Dre in Brooklyn, I recorded “Antithesis” in the A$AP Mob’s safe house (lair). The room I recorded in had “TRAP LORD” painted on the wall behind me, as I faced the mic. And during the time of recording, I drew a crowd. By the time you get to “Toodle Loo” (the last track on the album), THE WHOLE HARLEM WAS OUTSIDE. This is around March or April of 2014. It was love, curiosity, wonder, intrigue… not bad for a Cleveland native!
Look. Love will make you do some crazy things. And some crazy things will make you do love. Just LET IT BE LOVE. Don’t prey on those who pray. Which doesn’t mean that those who pray don’t prey. But sometimes you just gotta go with your gut instinct. The management company was called “Turn First” and the woman interested in signing me kept asking about my sex life. And if I had something going on with Boe and Dre. Boe and I were arguing every other day, and Dre requires patience when you ask him for stuff (they call him Hov on the block for a reason). If I misinterpreted what the bitch meant… it’s too late to look back at such a thing. I moved on, my partner passed away (diabetic shock), I have a new person to dedicate namaste love to (the God in me sees the God in you).
Harlem, I know you don’t want to hear gay war stories, so I don’t plan to partake again. I’m kinda asexual widdit. I’m not attracted to men and women are in an interesting season. All I got is my records, my instruments and my mic. That’s the love that kept me depressed in my teen years, not having the means to express myself articulately THROUGH MUSIC.
That problem is gone.
I just want to make music that factually glorifies my Gothic imagination.
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if you feel you connected to joints like “Antithesis” and “Unforgiven”, BLESS YOU!
I’m glad I successfully did what Jesus would do.
~Enter the Hamilton~
FDA Alumni Day 2026
Accompanying me will be Chris Rivera. He helped set up the fundraiser and has earned the right to enter The Hallowed Halls of Frederick Douglass Academy through his years of diligence, dedication and commitment. See, *The A* isn’t crazy about newcomers. Neither is the block you can find *The A* on. I’ve long since been considered The Block Ambassador (I talk to/say hi to EVERYONE). I’ve just been away for so long. And Hollywood has had me by the BALLS (no homo, if needed). Chris has kept me level headed, whilst reminding me I’m a star.
Here and there, I’ve been asking —Aliens and LionsDem if they would be in attendance. Perhaps it was too early to ask, because… well, they didn’t even announce the RSVP paperwork for Alumni Day. lol I mean, I’m that excited. I might even stick around for the Alumni Basketball Game. I was never one to just *watch* my brothers play ball, and I equally wasn’t one to play ball with my brothers.
Let’s just hope I can get to show Chris the studio. I can only imagine how it’s grown since I last saw it in 2016. Fuuuuuuck! 10 years ago!!!
One thing I want to do, before Alumni Day. If anyone who went to FDA has an issue with me because of my music or things I’ve done outside of being a student, reach out to me. I don’t want what could be a beautiful day for Harlem to get ugly-fied by a misunderstanding. To my knowledge, I’m still good in Harlem. Still good in NYC in total. My immediate family moved to Philly, so …yeah.
Awkwarrrd…
Looks like FDA is the only family system I got in NYC. Of course my brother Maine (Brooks) from Lehman is supportive. VK, he lives right next door to *The A*. Bred, he’s moving around the city. But each of these men have families of their own. Even Sha-Leik, who went to FDA, has his own family unit to tend to. My point is, this is my chance to show that, with the talent I fostered in FDA, I built a community of trust and support. I am independent, with dependency on/to music.
A combination of Hillary Clinton and Frederick Douglass himself: it takes a village to raise a child, and without struggle there is no progress.
I genuinely can’t wait to see whoever should come. And forgive me if I don’t recognize you! “I been looking so long at these pictures of you, that I almost believe that they’re real…”
~Enter the Hamilton~
A sinner’s essence
When I lived in The Bronx, I was… certainly taken by surprise. It was 9th grade. I went from Rice (124th and Lenox, Harlem) to my old neighborhood park (123rd and Tiemann, Harlem) after detention. I had some time before mom got home to know I was in detention, so I moseyed on over there. It was here where I “randomly” found… what devilishly became “my favorite game”:
Diablo II
It’s not quite an RPG, and it’s not quite Zelda. Still, I swore by this game and did what I could to keep from being in detention (to get home and play it). I still got caught up with bullshit in class, still ended up in detention, and because I wrote awesome essays I was able to keep my computer. Other than that, it would be out the window (the way my mom played it). Speaking of mom, I had to hide the game from her FOR REAL. She was a HARDCORE Christian, and BARELY let me play video games (she knew about my SEGA obsession; said it was unhealthy). The damn game was called Diablo. Fuck the fact it was a sequel.
I had a demo of Sonic Adventure. Came with the Dreamcast. But my Genesis was long since lost from our apartment on Broadway (we lived in Brooklyn for a few months; Brownsville). My search for the proverbial “fucking Genesis” is really me finding the time and space for my innocence.
In a way, Harlem groomed me. I measure everything in “ayos”, “pauses” and “no homos”. This is somewhat embedded in me, despite Downtown’s pleas for me to keep an open mind. Im glad they did, I just wish they knew that such is why I’m missing out. Now, the love of Harlem has to trump my love of self. And it was Harlem that embedded #conceit, circa Cam’ron.
I’m not really that conceited. I just have high standards. Set by self and the environment I developed self in. Trust me. People have come to Harlem expecting a village of Pure Charles Hamiltons.
My, how they missed the apostrophe.
~Enter the Hamilton~
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