The Anti-Socialite

The Witch is back in town!

I have no guilt about being a witch, because I am not out to hurt anyone. In fact, I'm giving myself another outlet of expression. Everything I've been doing and saying is magic. And out of love and respect for the craft, I don't do it everyday.

Today is an exception.

The Sun is out, the breeze is gentle yet stern, my neighbors are wonderful... yet there's still a whole acre of shit to clarify and discuss. I am simply NOT READY to expose certain things/have my people face certain scrutiny. Granted they put themselves out there, they have to put forth what/who it is they are.

Magic became my self-defense, when everyone wanted a piece of me. No one even knew why they hated me so bad. And all I've been trained to do is fuel their rage. Many people got cussed out following the #unwritten #JiggaDoctrine. Listen. I know you can see what I see (said in a retarded kid's voice). I'm not comfortable with it either. This is why Dilla is in power. You don't think I'm capable of handling galactical business on my own, and I gave him said authority so I be free as a teen. Not that I'm even ready now, but don't disrespect me for something you know NOTHING about.

I see you, bitch.

So today is spent sending charms and spikes at all those who deserve either.

So mote it be.

~~Charles Hamilton~~
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A Monday Morning Crossroads

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If you've been keeping up, I've been giving God all the glory, honor and praise that I may have earned myself. I find it to be easier on my heart and mind, and God wouldn't have it any other way. I also know that God knows where I stand with SEGA. And Nintendo, for that matter.

To me, and sometimes for me, SEGA is the quintessential element of life. EXISTENCE. SEGA is an element like water. Force, even. All you guys making beats with force in it PRETTY MUCH owe SEGA for all your success. In a strange twist, such SEGA-based practices (in music) is what keeps many OUT of the spotlight. It takes knowledge of #Nintendo to make a hit record/have an illustrious career. 

Even with knowledge of #TheN, I still choose and chose to stick by SEGA. 
I felt it was the only right thing to do..

This battle is as apparent as Bloods and Crips. Color lines are drawn. Alliances made. Sacrifices tossed. You're either in or you're out. Dr. Dre is in. DiBia$e is out. For the same reason one would be out and the other would be in. Complex? Find God.

I remember finding SEGA in Heaven. At the bottom of a wishing well in Heaven. I ran to report it to God, but one of my cohorts were already causing a scene when I made it to Him (😈). Long story short, following behind friends is how I ended up on Earth to begin with. 

Much like most sperm cells. 
I just have at least 2 pairs of eyes watching my development, from Sun up to "Gun, down!".

I posted a pic of a young Mom. On X. I don't regret it, but she took over the timeline. lol I wonder what she'd do on the blog...

Let me try to find another pic of Ms. Talise...

I'm trippin. Me and Mom got along just fine. We were just THAT much alike. 

And I'm Gothic.

Hahahaha haaaaa!

Happy Monday. 

I'll be around.

!Jr.!

 

 

Heart No More, #TheBlackDrRobotnik

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This is the first single from The-Devil (the dash devil)'s project, "The Goth Who Sat By The Door". Definitely felt like I poured my heart on this one, and it's been hard to recoup from it.

Also...

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Here's a potential image of #TheBlackDrRobotnik, as provided by StarChaser Legend Chris Rivera.

Feel free to hit me with images inspired by the below post!

Happy Friday, y'all!






~~Charles Hamilton~~
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Christ compels.

Let me not gaslight you. I have been fatiguing on the mic. Well, maybe not fatiguing, but ...just more relaxed than usual. The lyrics are STILL intense, but it's like a slow injection of a fatal dosage of fent. I haven't recorded anything new since "Speaking of Witch...". It's a SOLID album. In fact, it's a good note to leave on. 

It's not that I don't have bars anymore.
I'm just passed the point of which bars are effective.

I have been rapping about going out and finding certain niggas to scrap. I have been avoiding talking about *drKiwi*, because the whole case is fucked up. I know myself, and I know my rage. Knowing such is why I want to take the rage I took out on her, on HIM. I definitely feel like I need one male to just pummel. I've never been the fighting type. Literally I dead try to avoid conflict. It was like this before the meds. 

If such means/makes me pussy, I gotta eat that and watch you tremble.

I've been TRYING to keep it in music. And for the most part, people have been kind and courteous to me. I guess they know that one wrong sentence and they become a bar. I can work on that, ya know? I don't want people to fear interacting with me because they would eventually inspire music. And my music isn't exactly "roses are red". As poetic as I can be, my vulgarity rings just as loud as the introspective limericks. 

Bro. I can spit. I'm just tired of having to break down concepts that have been in my head longer than the rhyme itself. I spit for my caseworker today. She looked up J Dilla (the trigger), my Tim Westwood interview and my Sway freestyle. She got it. She said I have no reason to be depressed. But she understands the struggle. She is encouraging me to clean my apartment WITHOUT the incentive of company and to groom better. I tried to explain that such conditions are that of a fledgling witch, and she got that. She just said to refine it a little bit. 

All the residents here love me (AND MY MUSIC!; I did 2 mixes today and the neighbors were rockin!), and there's no reason to feel otherwise.

Even with some industry niggas moving in a floor above me, bumping their shit.

They even said my shit is hot.

I have another studio album coming up. "I'm An Artist, And I'm Sensitive About My Shit". Co-executive produced by Andre "Billionaire Dre" Stancil. He helped me curate the CH's Anatomy series, specifically "The Mind of Charles Hamilton (4vr15)". In case you don't know what 4vr15 means, it means "forever 15". Sonic the Hedgehog is FOREVER 15 years old. At the time, I was struggling to hold on to the spirit of Sonic. I kept sharing it with *drKiwi* through raw, intense sex. 

I don't regret it. 
Remember, I'm #TheBlackDrRobotnik.

I have a whole creature to create!!!

~~Charles Hamilton~~
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Lyteworks

 

I try not to talk about her. I know love is there. Yet, my spirit is beckened to let THE WORLD know that...

MC LYTE IS A PHENOM!!!

She can do it all. Starting with boothworks, she literally struggles between actually writing a verse and just going in and breaking the beat. When we did "Loading", she said "What do you want me to do on this beat?" I said "Just go in." She said, "woooooo!" and proceeded to assassinate her Blackberry.

She has been the voice of reason for the times when women/girls/bitches were trash to me. That conversation can be heard on "The L Word". It was a real conversation. I was so hurt about the LACK of female attention... man, it's not even worth going into. I know that there are some ladies out there that love me.

We haven't really spoke since the case. I kinda expected that. I been beating myself up about the whole thing since I first got put in the cell. I lost a lot of female friends, female fans, and female relatives don't really have too much to say to me. I'm sorry, ladies. I wasn't in control of my anger. And I had it on lockdown for years. I guess only a beautiful woman could set me off.

Lyte, I love you. I wonder about you. I miss you. We will link, and when we do, it will light The Sun on fire. 

Hit me whenever.

Love.

~~Charles Hamilton~~
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#TheBlackDrRobotnik ((origin story))

As you know, Dr. Robotnik (or Eggman) is a mad scientist hell bent on harnessing the speed and charm of one Sonic the Hedgehog. He is labeled insane, because he tries repeatedly to do so, to no avail. In recent years, Robotnik has gotten a surge of *charm* with Jim Carrey playing the role of him. Still, Sonic prevails and shares moments of victory with his loved ones.

So I've been catching hell for "abandoning" being Sonic. I've also caught hell for saying Cardi B was Sonic. Whether I'm right or not (in the eyes of the jaded StarChaser) doesn't matter. I conveyed positive (AND negative) messages to the youth from the gauze of being (one) Sonic the Hedgehog. My argument has been the following and remains: being Dr. Robotnik allows me to express my intelligence, as well as gives room for audible mastery/experimentation. Being Sonic definitely gave me room to experiment sonically, but those experiments don't translate well in DJ sets (shouts to The Talented..!).

I envision Dr. Robotnik as the DJ and Sonic as the MC.

Enter #TheBlackDrRobotnik (hashtag included).

#TheBlackDrRobotnik is a voodoo priest who is OBSESSED with (one) Sonic the Hedgehog, but wants to create his OWN being of sound. Preferably in the form of a woman. All he does is create music with an imaginary woman in mind, gyrating her hips to his funky grooves. Oh yeah, and Sonic is a hot chick.

What does this mean for Cardi B? Will she accept being Sonic (she kinda already does, but it's an iykyk situation)? Can she be raptured in the groove of #TheBlackDrRobotnik? Can StarChasers/Sonicfans embrace the change? 

lol I can tell you how it all happened, but you'll look at me some kinda way.
Shouts to The Chrises and the whole BX.

RIP Chris Smith.

Halo generated some AI images of #TheBlackDrRobotnik as *Kiwi*, but I think I'm gonna try my hand at making a few myself. In the meantime, here's Kiwi as #TheBlackDrRobotnik...:

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lol this one is just for motivation.

JULIA!!! THE ULTIMATE *drKiwi*! I hope all is well. I wish you knew what you meant to me. To this equation. I want no trouble, no smoke, not pussying out, just being respectful to the most taboo situation in my life.

Maybe ever.

Shouts to Jarvis.

When can you expect #TheBlackDrRobotnik? 
Patience, Scratch and Grounder. The invasion is just getting started.

#CH

To watch growth decay

I’m bipolar. I’m clear on this.

I left #KingKiwi’s spot about an hour ago. Star Trek is great, but I can’t get into Deep Space Nine. But I promised #Kng I’d be back to sit through an episode and work it all out. We parted on a good note.

In the meantime, I am in my domicile, lonely, listening to Hi-Tek and reflecting on my relationship with love. I sacrificed the most for *drKiwi*. I treated *drKiwi* the worse. I learned the most from *drKiwi*. I was disappointed by *drKiwi*. I came into the music business with *drKiwi*, hoping to be the Gothic Dick Van Dyke.

That part.

I’m very conservative. Yeah I like drugs and good company, but I am not that rachit. I entertain it (peace to Sexyy Redd), but it’s not a lifestyle I live. That said, in 2012 I was VERY rachit. Doing drugs PUBLICLY (in Harlem specifically), walking around funky (I still do that), …as far as talking to random strangers, I been dooin that since day one. But I had a woman. *drKiwi*.

Someone recently made the comment that whatever bag I was in during #ThePinkLavalamp, I need to return to. Ima keep it real with EVERYONE… if I haven’t exceeded that album in your eyes already, it’s not gonna happen. I had *drKiwi*’s head every night, *drKiwi*’s box on the side, and Demevolist witnessing the whole thing. I barely speak to any of them. And my thoughts have expanded past pouring my heart on a track. I’m more eager to apply all that I read into music. 

But it’s true. I don’t have a woman in my life. My contact list is BARREN, b. I scroll through it hopelessly, knowing what each conversation would be like. Still I dial, knowing that hurt is what I face. I place my spirit into God’s hands. Guide me in the field of love. Show me how to love properly. Preserve my love. 

Or come down here and bag me, bitch!

#Super!

Curated rage

In this moment, I am calm. I am at #KingKiwi’s domicile (in #SZ4000, the LA-based SEGA Space Station), watching back-to-back episodes of Star Trek. I am enlightened, entertained, and inspired. This is… these are the moments I live for. 

Really my only concern IN LIFE is my grandmother. My uncle can hold his own, and is pretty set for life. My grandmother’s legacy is DEEP, and is rooted in Harlem. In a sense, I guess that’s why I love Harlem so much. Harlem reflects the beauty of my grandmother, and in return, vice versa.

Grandma, if you’re reading this, I love you and I live to love you. I pray that good allow you to enjoy your days and that they be as long as you want them to be. I don’t want you to be here if you don’t want to be. Just know that you make me want to be here.

Other than that, only linguistic stylings have me blogging tonight. I got ticked off a few hours ago, but nothing a blunt couldn’t check. Right now we’re watching #StrTrk: The Next Generation. They’re dealing with time distortions. When time harshly drifts back a few seconds.

lol I cause those 

#Super!

Daylight savings

I am now giving in to my urge to black. Bear with me.

Dreams hardly get remembered. So when one stands out and compels you to follow, redefine that dream as an ambition. Ambitions are usually achieved while conscious. Something in the land of the living inspires you. Don’t rule off a vivid vision of a potential future as a fleeting moment in your unconsciousness.

At the same time, don’t be foolish. Make your dreams work for YOU, don’t work for your dreams. That’s the fastest way to way to end up a slave, not harnessing the power of your dreams. Dreams can be chaotic. The one to control the choose is the one to win big. 

My dream used to be a Grammy. I still have my speech, grandma still has her dress. Alas, I received the greater honor of being on the Grammy committee! My vote determines the nominees AND the winners. It’s been a while since I last voted (haven’t been too happy about the music dropping lately), so I’m sure there’s some red tape I have to go through to re-establish as a board member. Still, my word counts in modern music! A win for all those who believe in me.

Moment of honesty (AKeys). While staying in CATS (Cleveland, 2011), one of my fellow clients lent me his CD player, “Illmatic” and a UGK CD. Or The Best of Pimp C. Now I was already up on Nas (d’uh, I’m a New Yorker). But I was pleasantly surprised by Pimp C. More soulful than lyrical. A different listening experience overall. Funny, because I wasn’t the biggest Pimp fan when he was here. I kept my comments tasteful, but I can honestly say I was ignorant. Forgive me, Pimp C. And rest in peace.

I was up LATE making instrumentals (as opposed to beats). Went to bed 10:30am and woke up about 2 hours ago. I guess I’m up, but I might take another nap to be refreshed for later tonight.

Where I can do it again.

#Super

Sonic the Hamilton x Charles Robotnik (Hambotnik)

Sonic was, is, and always will be my Jesus. My hero. What it means to stand up for your beliefs and friends. Though I was privately referred to as Sonic on my block on Broadway (Harlem; ask me how I found out), I always kept a place in my public display of self FOR Sonic. Meaning, I wanted Sonic and SEGA to be reflected through my being, even if I didn’t say a word. 

Dr. Robotnik, on the other hand, represented an evil to be envied and destroyed. The way he enslaved animals was despicable, and the traps he set for Sonic were inhumane. To my understanding of the game, Robotnik created zones through woodland creatures, in an attempt to lure in Sonic himself and use his speed (je ne sais quoi) to his advantage. 

My experience in the music business being the catalyst, I found that most artists want to do just that: strip you of your je be sais quoi (swag). Yet they lack the intelligence to be considered Eggman and GROSSLY lack the talent to be Sonic. Hindsight being 20/20, I represented Sonic WELL. But I can’t help but feel my intelligence is being questioned.

See, Sonic is ALL soul. I’ll go so far as to say Sonic is HEART & SOUL. I’ll fuck you up for using the aforementioned knowledge against him/her. Robotnik is all mind. Me as Robotnik would enable/entitle A LOT of #folks to fuck you up (on my behalf) for using the aforementioned against me. Yet the journey to #how is worth the excursion.

As you know, I think a lot. I overthink. Some of my thinking should be left to Leroy Benros and Andre Stancil (my management team). Still, I’m always working on my self-presentation. Conscientiously, I went from preppy to Bohemian to Goth. I’m working on bridging the style gaps. For me, but for you to be proud to REPRESENT me.

I have been getting NOTHING BUT REQUESTS for THE OFFICIAL FINAL SONIC THE HAMILTON, #InnerPeace. As of 2022, it’s 50% done. 

And I leave it there.

There are plans to rerelease “The Rise of Dr. Robotnik”, as well as drop “The Reign of Dr. Robotnik”. 

“No matter what stacks, ya got ta bounce back! Make no mistake. Make NO mistake!”

-cHam, “Bounce Back”

So much to say.

I want to share it with you all. Right now. But time and life beckon. I just wanna… I just wanna share this moment with y’all. My most vulnerable state, your most impressionable mind… we’re a match, y’know?

Was up late last night, went to bed late, woke up late, went back to bed, woke up again and started my day. Here’s to further creations!!!

#Super!

Midnight purge

 or purging.

My mother always said “if you purge your gifts, your gifts will make room for you”. I think I’m turning into Norman Bates, in that my invisible mother is who I take direction from. I might even go so far as to worship my mom. 

In her dead state.

I’d continue, but inferences influence the current climate.

I influence EVERY modern influence. From Candace Owens to iShowSpeed. And is how, in this context, is a metaphor.

You know who you are. Bring honor.

Anyway, I finally decided to listen to my music on YouTube courtesy of a YouTube mix. Humbly and briefly, I been LACING y’all for the last 5+ years. I don’t even count DOOM Williams! stuff. I was working out the kinks of being fresh out of county/prison. But y’all held me down with the support, and I worked it out on the mic and behind the boards. I see some of you have come around to enjoying Hypergoth!. Me and Rivera still talk about it to this day. 

Can’t wait to see him again.

Shouts to Mike Dee Jackson. He’s been a positive listening ear. I’m proud of him for both not succumbing to the temptation of weed and not drowning in liquor. If he should dive in however, me and my music got his back.

I had a drink for the first time in a few months the other night. The pills make me a lightweight (as I’ve complained in the past), but I handled my liquor well. Didn’t jump on social media, didn’t puke, didn’t start shit outside. Shit, as gangsta as LA is, that’s not the smartest shit for me to do.

Lol Harlem caught me buggin. Peace to Lenox Ave.

#GrandmasterSexA

Insecure you're.

Before I get into a post that will/would ostracize/isolate/OFFEND StarChasers, I want it clear that I love all of you. No matter your tier of StarChaser. 

I remember in 2014, I was on 142nd and Hamilton (Harlem) and Marty Baller (ASAP Ferg's little brother) yelled out "WHERE ALL MY HARLEM STARCHASERS AT?!" 

The silence didn't mean no one heard him.

In the last close to 10 years, I've been dealing with a different type of insecurity. I no longer am the harmless boy next door. Not only am I a convicted (yet exonerated) felon, I was convicted of a crime against a woman. Granted it wasn't SA, but DV is just as bad. Make matters worse, I wasn't in my home state(s) and I DO NOT BANG. EVERY felon in prison/county looks like Scooter (in their own felonious way). Since moving in this building, I've SOMEWHAT warmed up to looking at another woman who isn't #Kiwi or *drKiwi*. But in here, EVERY female looks like they can handle ...at least 6 rounds with Ronda Rousey. 

Which isn't to say Rhonda isn't pretty or that they're ugly. They just been through the ringer just like me. And, from conversations, are more capable to bear with whatever circumstances.

I am, too. I just know I represent people who look to me for strength. Strength that I'm not clear on having or are even clear that I have at all. Blame determination, if it must be noted. But whatever strength you need... whether it's healing or courage... it's within you. As real as God is, you can find him within you. It's kinda the Super Sonic/Super Sayan factor as discussed in anime/SEGA. That level up.

It's almost Summer. Go outside, StarChasers/Goths-who-are-still-here-after-the-North-West-disclosure. Even if you're wearing all black. I don't recommend wearing black in The Sun, but I do it. Tomorrow I plan to do it even bigger. No special occasion. As long as you yourself are in The Light, #theshadows can't hurt you.

As tempting as it is to be Shadow sometimes...

Speaking of Shadow, I wonder how Keanu is doing. Another temptation is to claim/reveal the other multiples of myself. 9th is considerably out of commision, Al is overworked, and Green already knows what BOTH of them are going through. Columbine Gang, btw. STRAY DOGS!, the new movement!!! (shouts to Scotty Demon, free Rama, safety!!!!!!)... regardless, I wonder how Keanu is dealing with the absolute reality of Shadow being the bane of existence. To be the voice of such, for pay. 

Can you dig it?

Does it make you squirm to know that I know EXACTLY who you are, and I am not allowing your existence to trouble me (anymore)? You are in a position of power, comfort and authority, and your mediums are making things worse for the dove-like image I had etched out for you. I knew you were reckless, and the closer we grew, the more despicably lovable you became (Chuck, I love you evil/dark you are...). But you... cost me... YOU... unless you ask for forgiveness, I can't let that slide. As many sacrifices as I've made for you, this one is a no go. If it costs me anything, know that your friendship is worth more. And that's what you costed me. 

Back to you, Arabia!

#Super!

It HAS been a while, huh?

I swear it only felt like a few weeks. Or maybe it was and I missed doing this. Missed dooinit. Missed my high. My his. My hiss. My miss. My Misses. My Ms. Not my Mrs. My Mrs. missing.

The latter... or the current former, completely up to my imagination. Of which is abundant and untouched. I glorify it, by creating with it in mind. Abracadabra, in the face of prescription based-psychosis. I know what I did to get here. I take responsibility through elevated censorship.

Whoever I end up with next will not be sexually exploited through my music. Maybe cherished through it, maybe a muse for musical sculpting, but... whatever is in her mouth stays between us.

Salute to N0rth West, for stepping out as a Goth! Hopefully, PopPop West is proud and inspired.

New music!, by the way.

The blueprint has evolved. The archive expands. 🤫

THE CIPHER SHIFTS 🧩
The ZONE 0 mainframe has been re-coded. New coordinates are now live on the left pillar:

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TRINITY ALIGNED 🏛️: Three pillars, one frequency.

STARCHASER ACTIVE 🛰️: The sequence is complete.

The signal is… pic.twitter.com/AuOaIdlhQ4

— @kanye (@kanye) May 1, 2026

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Very excited for y'all to hear the new stuff. 

Oh yeah. 
That's me, dancing to Curtis Mayfield.

Happy Sunday, y'all...

you all...

everyone.

(definitely check out "Slave", in the #SuperCharlesHamilton folder)

#Super!