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:

🌫️

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!

Producers

Like writers.

From an early age, I’ve always had an affinity for the PRODUCER of a record. From Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis to Quincy Jones. Over the years, I’ve developed biases (Dilla, 9th, ALC, etc.), but I remain open minded. I also know that there are architects to …one genre in particular. D’uh, nigga. Hip-Hop. The first sample-based producer IS Marley Marl. A huge win for hip-hop, but the first artist to smoke is Herbie Hancock. This making it a big win for Jazz.

DJ Premier is the architect of “SPIT TA DIS TO COME UP AS AN MC” type beats. From the beginning, might I add. Every time I feel trash as a rapper, I throw on a choice Preemo joint and go McStupid (peep the song on the blog). Preemo dead tells you whether you’re ready to spit, IN THE BEAT. I love him for that. Outside of whatever alien identity Preem has, I respect and honor him as if he revealed the secrets of the right ball to me.

Still, this post is about how grateful I am for Pete Rock.

My first beat folder was called #Hamiltonstrumentals. I flipped the title #Petestrumentals. I heard Petestrus at HMV in Harlem. Fell in love. PR became the architect of my melancholy soulful groove, as applied to ANY AND EVERY GENRE. This is the early 2000s, and though I had a web presence, I was VERY sheltered. I didn’t have access to as much PR, Deezy, Preemo… and we were poor. I caught what I could, stole what I could, and begged mom for the rest.

I can go on for days on Pete Rock’s influence on me. And we are connected through family. I just don’t want to exploit the man. Many people have. 

Since *drKiwi* gave me their subscription to Apple Music, I been raping the catalogue. I’m now caught all the way up on all my favorite producers and artists. ALBUMS, tho. Not just the singles. Long live Alice In Chains!!!!

Long live Pete Rock.

Peace to Hi-Tek, Stu Bangas and Apollo Brown.

Columbine Gang, bitch.

#CzH

To the tune of Beck...

I spent the last 2-3 days working on another new album. Nothing new, really. Just vibing out a recent discovery about myself. I don't always put this out there (I founded the religion Positivism, for Sun's sake), but I find the negative/downside to things MUCH quicker than I do the bright side.

I was on the phone with... a rather positive  *drKiwi*, and they were somewhat giving me my flowers. I kept dwelling on the negative. And when I tried to stop, I got sick to the stomach. My comfort zone is self-depreciation. I initially used this as a battle technique. Enough people got used to it, so I had to switch it up. With that being the case, I hadn't had any real battles since the "cypher" against Rone in 2008. And even that was bs, because I didn't see it as a battle. I was tired from a 30 minute performance set, and he asked me WITHOUT a camera if we can cypher. 

I was caught off guard.

A lot of my demeanor was railroaded by some behind the scenes stuff. Still, I kept my battle spirit ready for hardcore action. I've battled small time cats (Tsu Surf included), but nothing worth looking at the downside of myself as often as I do. I have every reason to love myself. Nothing is (technically) wrong with me. Type shit, all the ammo there is to fire at me with, I PROVIDED. It's like I'm battling myself.

It's not hard to believe that The Sun is shining somewhere, ALL THE TIME. And The Sun is big enough to be a target and a resource. It's just... The Sun is so addicting. It can be an alibi, if it wants to be. I do find myself charging up in The Sun more often than not. And I project positivity to those around me. But what if I want to be a light for myself? Is it possible, without thinking about all the people who have a problem with me (for whatever reason)? I give reason to hate me, in my own smart ass way. 

I can stop, but why?

Right. For my own peace.

#cHamEra, still under way.

Then, #CharacterHop.

4/20, next week!

Load up, roll up, go nuts!!!

#CzH

From a DM...

 I think I found the keystone of the difference between my 2005-2011 (written) and my 2012-present music.

Early on, I didn't think about the DJ/party music. I knew how to make/provided groovy music you could (at least 2-step to), but I wanted to share my testimony as a survivor. The deeper I got into production techniques (J Dilla, Madlib, Dre, ALC, 9th etc.), the more I felt compelled to DJ. When I spun my FIRST party at Corpy's crib (SAME time as the other bullshit), I ROCKED IT. Mostly my music and mostly beats, but EVERYONE was digging it. Off that energy, I skipped town and the rest is history. But while locked up, I planned to make music that I (and almost only I, exclusively) could DJ. And make a whole thing out of it.

My written songs and projects are crafted from beginning to end. First adlib, last fade. My non-written songs are STRUCTURED like written songs (music theory), but are very LOOSE. Too much is left up for interpretation.

2014, I fixed that. And that music, though I semi-slighted you (in particular) in it, is up there with 2005-2011 music. 

Things got difficult in 2016. Mom was gone, living in LA w Uncle G, moving back to NYC under Uncle G's roof (can't record late night/at all; no #bedroombeethovens)... so from 2016-early 2018, it was drama that decayed the music. Mentioning George, Jack and Dilla dead became reason to drop me from both management *and* Republic. I pushed, though.

I say all that to say, I know what you prefer from me. It's up to me to execute, enhance, or bypass. But the note is taken.

Fuck witchya boy (yeah!)!

I got what you need, y'all!!!

#CzH

Thunnie...

Music is why I'm here. I found that every time I want to crash out, it is my IMMEDIATE desire to play bass. Now, I love and adore the piano (beyond words) and the guitar is my declaration of independence. But baby?? The bass is where I'm at!

One of my StarChasers may be visiting me for 4/20. This *drKiwi* wants to record music for the first time with me. And I'm down! I just have to redirect the bass energy into hospitality. Why? I don't want a -Chaser to see me at the point I get to when I want to play bass.

With all the above in the eggshell, I think I would've... either relapsed or bodied myself without the turntables/DJing. DJing opened my eyes to another level of understanding. My 2 biggest DJ influences are DJ Jazzy Jeff and Dr. Dre. And NO shade to DJ Green Lantern. I just am a little less rigid than Green. Interesting, because Green gets LOOSE. But yeah. Dre knows when a record catches you, and Jeff won't play you unless you're hot l.

Trust. I CAN spin other's music. But... no record and handle The Hamiltonization Process. And you have to develop your own process to fuck w mine.

Only Halo can fuck with me.

Me and Sciryl is #Top2NotYou.

#CH

Tourism

I addressed you (anonymously) on my X page, but for all I went through in the last 15+ years, I deem it necessary to continue.

For the longest time, I fought for the attention and affection of a big-named-yet-nameless relative. If only to vindicate his private hazing of me. It was when it impacted my MUSIC that I went psycho. I already didn't trust him because of how I was introduced to him and the circumstances surrounding it. His music would APPEAR to value me, but it was littered with talk of his own worth and aspirations of such.

Mom and I were poor.

So when I picked up the pen, he and his quasi-wealthy ass became the target of my "generic" punchlines. I fucked around and achieved a level of success, in spite of an industry-ending incident. He comes around, and convinces grandma and uncle that he needs to be there to protect me. Subsequently, he moves in, and proceeds to clean house.

Only problem was, there wasn't much to be cleaned.

HchO took the MPC (I used to master ThisPerfectLife), Saintvil took the Jordan's and Penny's Pharrell bought for me, Woody lived with us rent free until dude asked him to leave (THROUGH ME)... I wasn't allowed to smoke weed (supposedly my lawyer and the label wanted to drug test me; never happened)... original music was remixed, much to the dismay of said relative who was "personally invested"...

It just... was a bunch of bullshit.

Now, I'm not marred by any of this. I'm still making music on a high level, as you can see I'm still blogging, my faith and belief in the alien race SEGA is stronger than EVER before... I just remember vividly what the streets did to me. I wasn't looking for trouble then, not looking for it now. But I was at war with this man. Still, in the midst of this war, I realized something: for every time I go off on him for free, he doesn't mention or acknowledge me and gets paid for it! Breaking down the disproportion would give it all away. But I been giving it all away to break down the disproportion.

"However, God help me."

#CH

The follow-down

So yeah. 36 hours of The Hamiltonization Process and the finest LA weed. I am left speechless. One song from this era that left me cold and full of tears was "Honesty Box", off #Intervention. It ate at me, because I only really converse with 2 of my "niggas" from that song's era. And who I wanted to share the glory of being a signed recording artist, I inevitably did, but it was almost too late.

I have no problem investing into the crafts of my loved ones. I was gonna buy one of my homies and SP 404, because of his admiration of one DiBia$e. Not that the notion would go unrecognized or un-reciprocated, but I have worthy investments I can make on myself to make me as much of a champion as I see them.

You can't get mad at me for that, *drKiwi*.

I had a good time with the music I introduced you to me with. Now that I can look back with red eyes of green, I know I left you with good grooves and good vibes. That's more than what's being offered, anywhere else. Maybe my vibes got a little more spiteful and "catty" (I don't think anyone is as sexy as me, despite how ugly I feel), but it's all coming from a genuine, regal place.

How I feel about me should only hurt those hoping to take advantage.

I'll be around.

#CzH

#phenomenal

You're welcome!

Fuck!

So today, starting at around 7am PST, I decided to listen to The Hamiltonziation Process high. I never did it before. Dead ass.

And...

Fuck!

You're welcome!

I didn't realize I went this hard. I can dead see why so many want me to go back to that mode/zone/grind. As I listen to "Keep It Up" (from #SubstanceAbuse), I BELIEVE I can do it. Yet the beat is calling for a NON-written ass whoopin'. Which is kinda what I was talking about. Believing in myself enough to get in the booth WITHOUT something to lean on (lyrically). Even with that in the eggshell, this is some of the best music I've even heard. I shedded several tears, laughed my ass off, got tight... this is an experience.

Rivera said something to the effect of, "don't ask for belief, do what you KNOW". And I felt that. I just know that 99% of ...at least America, is being raped into believing ...what there is to believe in. From Trump to Kirk. RIP Chuck Norris, by the way. I call myself softening the blow of doubt. One thing I learned from my Interscope experience is, if it can be doubted, it can be outed. Sometimes, it's like my music is so unbelievable it's not real. And I know how hard I work. 

I just want to be believed in.

So I can break this streak of letting people down.

But, here we go

I didn't let my mother down, my dad is proud, grandma's proud, uncle's proud, my aunties are proud, my baby cousins are proud, my nieces and nephews brag about me... my exes kick rocks, my bullies are on rocks... I have nothing to prove. And Rivera, as critical as he can be, has become one of my best friends, I kinda want him to ONLY gloat about me. Same with Howe (Drew). Howe and Rivera, the *jersey* names of my 2 longest -Chasers. 

So many of y'all.

And many of y'all came from music I hadn't indulged in(to), HIGH.

I remember being at CATS (Cleveland) and walking around Downtown Cleveland listening to Intervention. I could feel the young people who listened to it. I just wasn't high. #Intervention on weed is better than The Pink Lavalamp. It even has a Sha-leik beat on there. smh I did my big one w that.

I don't even need to get into the paralysis I felt during the first #StH. Awesome.

I didn't fall off.

I switched my style and target.

In fact, I can compare my 2012-present music to "TheSuperNaturalVacation", in that the 2 people I was talking to in the song (LITERALLY) were the topics of the song. Dead talking TO the targets. THE SAME 2 PEOPLE!!! A pair of *drKiwis* if I ever seen 'um.

But it's love.

The Hamilton Starship travels on...

Digital incentives, courtesy of Miss Kiwi!!!

#CH

Mom and jesus

Shouldn't come as a mystery, but I spent Mom's birthday with .. well, Mom. I acknowledge the power of Magic and God is real. But... in my several brief conversations with Mom, she said something profound:

Try Jesus.

I didn't know what she meant. I thought ...yeah, I mean I didn't know what she meant. So I asked God. In but so many words, he said that Jesus was sent to take the punishment of all sinners. That the next time I want to crash out, mentally OD on Jesus. Every time I get an H craving, mentally inject Jesus into your arm/snort Jesus.

These past few days have been Jesustoxicated.

I believe I said it earlier this year (and I been good at keeping my word), but this year focuses on my instrumentals. I spent from 2021-2025 rebuilding myself on the microphone. The beats have been dope, but they all have a haste to them. They can stand to be more refined. I mean, I'm confident in them, but I was making beats to instantly destroy. Not make records to.

I got some good news recently about my financial status. This could curb my appetite for a deal. It would have to be EXTREMELY lucrative and on am unheard of trust level. This opportunity is a blessing, and I dont want to lose out by being greedy.

God knows my heart.

The Lord knows my talent.

Jesus knows my rage. But I'm not done with him.

Aliens are real.

They are SEGA (word to Yakuza).

Nintendo is also real.

Under the government of G.U.N. and the Reptilian race.

Atari is me,

in that I can find myself, my addiction and a long legged-woman.

Apple and Microsoft (each) stole Earth from Nintendo. 

With this knowledge, what will you do?

Yikes!

Jesus or *drKiwi*?

#CH

The 11th year

 It's been 11 years since mom departed. Nothing has been the same since. Her birthday is tomorrow. St. Patrick's Day (for those keeping score). Maybe it's her luck that she left this earth before the robots took over (not a shot at Daft). Whatever it is, I am now ashamed of my rage towards my mother.

She truly did love my music. 

I remember conversations we've had about my music's development. The advice she gave has lasted longer than the phases and trends we've seen. I also think her having me in church protected me from some bullshit. She always gave me my props, as far as being an organist. 

And... the thing? She saw me get down in the studio. Now, when you wrap a session (artists and producers), you fill out a session sheet. This itemizes everything you did in the studio. She signed off as the producer. I was hot, but it's true. Mom produced "Graceful Wishes (feat. Kendall Morgan)" and "Body Suit (feat. CYoung)". I took direction, rocked the mic, and graced the keys. George Massa (Spits!) got credit for his guitar and bass work. 

I saw mom get down in the studio. 
She didn't have to strum a string or touch a pencil.

Mom was the GOAT.

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Enjetic! Where we at?! Blast this joint off!

feel it.

*SUPER!*

A boy's dream

Being honest... frank... candid... it was never my dream to be Sonic the Hedgehog. It was my reality. I lived as Sonic. YEARS before The Pink Lavalamp. YEARS before Halo. It was a quiet understanding amongst my peers and elder folk that I was Broadway's Sonic (the Hedgehog). I even ran across the street when going to the store for mom. 

So no, as much as I love Sonic, I didn't want to be him.

My dream was to be Dr. Robotnik.

I wanted to express my intelligence freely and with recognition. Red and black are my favorite colors (surprise, surprise!), but I'm not a Blood, and on the block I lived on, only Bloods wore red and black. So no Jordan jersey for me...

But yeah. Being Dr. Robotnik allows me to create more (charmingly) diabolically and take the necessary losses to be considered a "boss". 

Many StarChasers weren't open to the idea, when I dropped "The Rise of Dr. Robotnik". "StH: American Paradox", however, was well-received. And yes, "StH: Inner Peace" exists. At least instrumentally. Still, I don't like the feeling of being controlled. My ancestors, from SEGA to Africa to Mauritius to Egypt to Ireland, fought long and hard to maintain freedom. Sonic submits control to the gamer, under the gauze that the gamer will take them to victory. 

Dr. Robotnik stands in the way.

I am currently in an identity crisis. As you can see, I broke down my multiple personality disorder by recording under different variations of my name. There are still more to come. But in my creativity, I got taken out of myself (ala Shadow the Hamilton) and became... a greater being (shouts to CYoung). I invested in it, and now I am CONFIDENT that this greater creation of self is un-fuck-withable. 

But. I didn't stop there.

With the money I made through features, I made another investment. This time, SEGA is in the crosshairs. I believe that I can be the musical director of ALL SEGA games and products. Nintendo made several LUCRATIVE offers, but I'm loyal to the blue and white. Won't lie tho, it's getting harder to say no. And with my first investment (that took me out of myself; ala Shadow the Hamilton), Nintendo is set to have a moment in The Sun. Shouts to and Rest In Peace shouts to Super Mario. 

He is survived by his younger brother Luigi.

Billionaire Dre, Royally Roy and I are investing in this studio album. Where they got the funds from doesn't matter. Especially since I was able to pitch in last minute. But I invested in my career and creative process. I did this in 2020 (during the pandemic), and the results remain: you can say you don't know me, but your retina tells another tale. 

No longer is it "write!". It's "do your thing, we trust you". Sure, people miss the stylings that come with writing. Well, it ain't there anymore. I guess time eroded at the fantasy I provide with a pen. I speak from the heart, as filtered by my mind, and guided by my soul. At the end of the day, I'm not gonna sit back and lick my wounds just because I can come up with some slick lines that people can put a hashtag behind. I'm gonna fight back, and invite you to watch.

Morningside Park, anytime after 8pm.
Except... I'm not there anymore.

And I'm not looking for trouble.

Just looking to express my intelligence... as a boss.

Like Miss Kiwi!!!

#cHamEra...