The King Charles Era

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

Viewers Like You update

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I decided to make VLY a #Comma release. It just feels right. And yeah, that's the cover.
 
I spoke with a few people today about making an album in the same vein as The Pink Lavalamp. They basically reaffirmed my modern state of mind: those that love me will love the music. I'm aware that I'm an acquired taste. But The Pink Lavalamp was made for EVERYONE. Just not me. That's my problem with the damn album. I'm glad people can relate to it, and for it to have saved lives is a prayer coming to fruition. But I've grown since then. Shit, I was grown MAKING the album. I feel like I dumbed/watered myself down to give people what they were looking for. I've come to learn that such is the nature of the business. Everything is diluted.

Well, I can't wait to begin the recording process. I even have a little feature on here! I just hope I can survive this album without going mad. Pray for me, make a sacrifice, whatever. Just send some good vibrations my way.








#comma

 

Viewers Like You

Every so often, I'll reach out to Sha-leik. Just to see how he's doing. He's been on my bad side for almost 20 years, but the memories can't be denied. He doesn't like my newer music, long story short. He said it "sounds" like I'm freestyling, and the only good thing about it is the hooks and the beat. He then sent me a ruff draft of what he's working on, and it sounded just like some 2007-CH stuff. He wants me to go back to it. He's not the only one.

So I started working on a Lavalamp-style album. 
It's called "Viewers Like You".

I'm not gonna lie, I meant for The Pink Lavalamp to be timeless, but making more than one sucks. I dumbed it down BACK THEN for TPL to be accepted. It worked. And it took a long time for listeners to embrace... really ANYTHING I dropped after it. But y'all did. And I'm thankful. I guess this album is an endurance test, to see if I can still produce another Lavalamp-style joint for the next generation.

So yeah. This is for the next generation of StarChasers.
Thanks, Lionell!





No word yet on whether this will be a Hamilton, Charles (#Comma) release


#comma


Year-long itch.





This has been a helluva year for me. Hypergoth!, Computer Voodoo and Electronic Christmas shut the game down, unequivocally. I would take all the credit, but I GOTTA thank The Alchemist for the drums and Curtis Mayfield for the vibes. I'm a bit sensitive about using ALC's drums. He pretty much takes over the song with his drums. Pretty awesome of him to drop his kits, WITH the loops to how they sound originally. I had fun being creative with them. As far as using Mayfield records, I always connected with his lyrics and melodies. When it comes to sampling, there is SO MUCH MORE to do than just loop. And if you're going to loop, you gotta be SICK WIDDIT. 

I wrote more poetry this year than before. A lot of my songs are draft of my poems. Whatever isn't in a song is either in my blog or in my poetry. Visit chthehermit.blogspot.com for a taste of what's written. My insecurity about such is, my poetry comes from a different place. I have to explore myself to figure out where the poetry comes from. My rhymes come from my heart and mind. My soul delivers them. But poetry? Man. I don't know where I get it from. I guess I gotta write more to do such exploration.

MAJOR shouts to Jimmy and the Jets (Iovine, Dre, Em, 50, Snoop, etc.). You guys CONTINUE to inspire me, with works dating back to the 80s. Even before. Nothing like listening to LOSELESS music. If you know, you know.

"Black Candle" is the potential next #Comma album. But the demand isn't so high right now. People are still digesting... well, everything else in the Drive folder. Nevertheless, I have an album loaded up to record, and I have an idea about another album I could record. I also have a definite direction I plan to go in with my music.

XXL saved me some time. I'm like Eminem meets Kanye West. I think I like the box they put me in...




#comma


Are we getting along?

 The demand for Co-Existence is crazy. I'm glad you guys enjoyed the singles, and... it is true, I was planning a release for Halloween. In fact, I wasn't gonna drop much music at all this year. I really spent that much energy on preparing for Electronic Christmas. Of which I am really proud of. I guess the love for my music provided inspiration.

I'll decide by the end of this blog post whether I'll drop CoEx before Halloween.

It could happen now.

It could happen a few sentences from now.

Just know that I appreciate the love and plan to keep the good music coming.


I would appreciate some donations, here and there:

CashApp: $thephenom718 (not $thephenom1718)




Okay, fine. I'm a sucker for you guys. Here ya gooo...



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But you know you gotta work for it...
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Good night.



#comma


The Galaxy Trio

How well do you know Daft Punk?
How much has Eminem influenced/inspired you?

Well, they're the focus of "PastLove", "Far, Far Away", and now, "Co-Existence".
Knowing them/loving them has been what keeps me sane and alive nowadays.

Let me start here. As much as I love George, Jack and Dilla, I have my needs. And I cater to them (GeorgeJackandDilla) more than I do myself. To my understanding, they have their needs as well. Thing is, they aren't shy about going out to satisfy them. George has a baby mama, so does Jack, and Dilla is... well, dead. Point is, when they need their "me" time, they go out and get it. 

Where does that leave me?



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In 2015, this picture was taken. 
I was MEDDED OUT OF MY MIND, and EVIL as I wanted to be.
My mom introduced me to The Hobby Sisters, who were not only daughters of her college friends John and Wendy, but avid listeners of my music.
They're to my right (according to my perspective in the picture).
To the left is the beautiful Paige L. 
I've known her since she was a baby, and been protective from a distance.
Even if she needs protection from me.

Long story (and Illuminati wonders) short, you are looking at The Unsuited Daft Punk and The Real Slim Shady. 
Best of luck finding them, because they're doing their thing in TheAstralPlane.
Even still, meeting them put A LOT in perspective for me.
So much so, I don't even think I should be writing this.

But yeah.

I'm talking about them on 

PastLove
Far, Far Away

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Co-Existence



I hope they know I cherish knowing them, and that being in my world means being talked about all the time. In my various forms of media.


So yeah. Daft and Em are The Galaxy Trio.
A direct competition to FOUR (me included).





love





#comma



Little child, runnin' wild.

Man. It's been a PLEASURE to rock with you guys as Hamilton, Charles (#comma). I've made some groundbreaking work, and developed a new production style as #TheTalented. I'm not sure where to go from here. The instrumentals to each album is uploaded, so you can feel free to rock over them. But the bars, man... I particularly love Hypergoth!, Jr. I feel like I captured the essence of Mayfield properly. But you can be the judge.

Like I said, I'm not sure where to go from here. I have an idea, but it's best I wait until I'm in my PERMANENT housing situation to get started. It'll take a lot of time and energy. Nonetheless, it'll be worth it. 

Trust a Goth.

I hope all my Goths are doing well. I saw a few of you in DTLA this weekend. Man. I got so high, I had to sit in a corner on the sidewalk. I suspect that certain dispensaries are lacing the weed with meth. Uncool. Keep it clean, y'all.

But FUCK was it a good high. lol

Some of you are still being hit up by a former friend, asking you to not support me anymore. Do what you feel is right, but I didn't do anything to her. (boy, did I clean up that last sentence; lol)

All is well. Co-Existence, this Halloween. I love you, Baby Mamas! 

Shouts to DJ Nick. We workin it out.

George, Jack, Dilla, y'all know where I'm at.

Love







#comma

Pug 0fficial lyrics




(verse 1)

Define my species. I find that I'm beneath me. Probably because of the way I shine. Fuck up the day with my mind. Suck my peepee! Just to be what's above (not beneath) thee. But, fuck it. I'll die. Dig me out, while I dig out your bitch. Diggin' out of a ditch. Dirt, underneath my nails. I need the Hell. Raise it up. Every day I wake up, say the stuff that makes Hell wanna crash. Spells in accidents. Curses in verses. Hurt the purpose. Y'all niggas is purposelessness. 

(hook)

I am a God damn animal.

I am a God damn animal.


I only hang out with animals.

I only hang out with animals.


Not a Dog or a Cat.


Not a Frog or a Bat.


I am a God damn animal,

howling at the moon!

(verse 2)

Define a species. Time is beasting, trying to see me. My mask is my face. I got slashed in my face (in jail). Hit with a rack. That shit was wack, but I hit him back. I stand like a man. Even though I'm *Stan* as a man, Slim would be proud. 3 dudes, trying to give a beat down to a dude not from this town. I knock niggas down when I get knocked around. Slit throats with the window. Get your hope. I get my focus, then get the dough. I get your hoe, ...shit. I get your hoe. I get the hoe. Shit. Now get me, hoe!

(hook)

I am a God damn animal.

I am a God damn animal.


I only hang out with animals.

I only hang out with animals.


Not a Dog or a Cat.


Not a Frog or a Bat.


I am a God damn animal,

howling at the moon!

(verse 3)

Define the species. I speak in rhyme. Each time I speak, you see me speaking in rhyme. It's time to be beneath me... fuck you bitches! Living in life. And I'm living it right. Life isn't a bitch. She's getting it right. Gettin' the pipe, because she likes my sentences. Like Life. Fuck it. I only did two years. That's enough time. Back up, Time! I got rhymes to back up! That's enough, for all you whiners. I commit crimes that I am not proud of. At the same, I'm a proud example for my children. Go ahead and feel it.


(hook)

I am a God damn animal.

I am a God damn animal.


I only hang out with animals.

I only hang out with animals.


Not a Dog or a Cat.


Not a Frog or a Bat.


I am a God damn animal,

howling at the moon!









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Rockit, yawl!













#comma

 

Briefly...

One bad apple spoils the bunch.
The SEGA Reunion (Splash, Massa, Dilla, Hamilton) is postponed indefinitely.
There's a war going on, and the losing side is winning.
I just pray that the remaining combatants hold on their peace.

Don't forget to get money, my niggas.






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Face to Face (Back2it) 0fficial lyrics

(hook)
If I were you, and you were me... I wouldn't be ready. 
What if you feel my pain? And... what if you hear my thoughts?
Yeah.
If you were me, and I was you... I wouldn't know what to say
But it's amazing what you find face to face!

(verse 1)
3rd grade. Watching the Grammys with my mom. I should be hurting my family with a bomb. Menendez. But no twin. This little nigga came in, and they heads up everybody else. Except me. But I got a friend who's deadly, watching with me. And in this wish I made (so I could get a chick), we become Bob and Whitney. Became the future. Why I lay the future down. Y'all know the skee-lo. I'm not on the d-low, but I could be Henry, Mark, when walking to the ring with envy. Everybody bigger and smaller. Maybe these niggas is smaller, but they not smarter. I wish I was a little bit darker. Taller. Then I'd be a baller. Walk up to a Moorer like...

(hook)
If I were you, and you were me... I wouldn't be ready. 
What if you feel my pain? And... what if you hear my thoughts?
Yeah.
If you were me, and I was you... I wouldn't know what to say
But it's amazing what you find face to face!

(verse 2)
Captain Inconspicuous. Lyrically, syphilis. Niggas get to rappin', it's a wrap. Wrap it up. Magnum PI. Magnum CH. Between my thighs. Nigga, tweet. Bitch, tweet. Just depends on who is interested in me in an interview. Shift 2. At, nigga. Use the force. It's Luke, with the cat who don't... use anymore? Like... sorcery... of course, it's me, trying find an Important Rih. Pardon me for my normalcy. I'm tryna chill. Niggas wanna provide me pills. I'm like... I got skills. Madlib is hatin'... the administration got the boot. Now Dr. Knockboot and who I don't wanna knock boots with got stupid. I gotchu.

(hook)
If I were you, and you were me... I wouldn't be ready. 
What if you feel my pain? And... what if you hear my thoughts?
Yeah.
If you were me, and I was you... I wouldn't know what to say
But it's amazing what you find face to face!

(verse 3)
I told you I'm sorry. Multiply. I told you "I'm sorry". I ought to die. I told you "I gotchu". I told you "you guard me". I don't want to have to say "Sorry, Eye." And all the guys and all the thoughts. Nigga, Covid-19 when I'm flowing from my light beam. Right. I know. I'm Asian. Psycho with the flow. I don't be playin'. Whole block could get distributed weight, and I'm the nigga that'll give it away. Okay? Aight. No, maybe not the whole block. But the dark-skinned chick and the chocha. And then... 3.14! Nigga, a jersey! Definitely workin'! Heard it was a dream come true. Come through, like an MC. How to be a... Pia. See ya! I need ya.

(hook)
If I were you, and you were me... I wouldn't be ready. 
What if you feel my pain? And... what if you hear my thoughts?
Yeah.
If you were me, and I was you... I wouldn't know what to say
But it's amazing what you find face to face!


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Did you ever know that you're my hero?











#comma

Parenting 0fficial lyrics (not to be slept on...)

 

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Hey, so Daft... and that other lil thang... remember that joint AlphaZeta? I just wanna see you move. You know what I wanna see move...

(verse 1)
Fuck talkin' slick. Niggas get shot just for talkin' shit. I do the opposite. I wanna see you rock your hips. I'm high as shit. About to climb a blimp. Why the shit is you up here? Frustrated, 'cause I wanna see the butt of my dear. Look at Sasheer trying not to jiggle it! "Jiggle it!, just a little bit!" Like "I love you". But that's some chick. Some other chick who left her thumb print on my music. Lykke Li. Likely, why you're wifing me. If not, I can see a bright future. Just turn it around...!

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Aw, shit... Tomorrow's gonna kill me.
I wanna see you bust down!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!

Yeah!

Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down Baby Mamas!

I wanna see you bust down!

Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!

I wanna see you bust down!

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Dooit! Do yo' thang! Move in the ring. At the day's end... well, shit. You probably tired. Ain't you the cops? Y'all probably wired. Okinawa. Like Trisha. Now, a shower. I get ya. I been louder. And official. Eisenhower... except Hamilton! Y'all know the name. Let me throw a $10 at yo frame. Or a $20. But a $10 got my name. Y'all 10s got my name. And my heir. Damn! My air! Can't breathe in this bitch. So, I can't see not a bit. All I wanna see is you and you watching it. Do some hot shit!

(hook)
Aw, shit... Tomorrow's gonna kill me.
I wanna see you bust down!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!

Yeah!

Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down Baby Mamas!

I wanna see you bust down!

Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!

I wanna see you bust down!

(verse 3)
"Get ya boogie on." Like Korn. I'ma get my Rookie on. Massage your corns. You got perfect feet?! Word to me, I got a porn that we can watch. We can get hot, and I'ma get mad 'cause I see you with him. But you gon have to console me. Call me your homie. Then, honestly, blow me. I made it hot. I know. Just wanna see you naked a lot. Shakin' a lot. Not scared. More like stirred. Ready to work, 'cause you get on my nerves. Ha! And I get on your nerves, too...! But that's word to my virtue. It's only 'cause I love you. Now... what do I want you to do?

(hook)
Aw, shit... Tomorrow's gonna kill me.
I wanna see you bust down!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!

Yeah!

Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down Baby Mamas!

I wanna see you bust down!

Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!
Bust down, Baby Mamas!

I wanna see you bust down!







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I had a blast with this joint. Even writing it!









#comma

Pug (#FlatTire)


The first official single off of the just-released album, Flat Tire.
Technically, this is the sequel to Cecelia.
Cecelia, or CeCe, suggested this title.
I didn't ask why.
But she must be prepared to explain why she wanted me to name the album this...



IN THE HOUSE.

 Enjoy, y'all!

Much love, CeCe.






#comma

To and For All My Goths

I know how sensitive you are. I'm just as sensitive. I know all the things that keep you from fully immersing yourself into the darkness. I know, because as one of them, I fear the same things. I know you can see through the pseudo. I can only pray to do the same. With all that said, hear me out...

I feel I may owe you an apology. From 2012-2021, I would proudly proclaim that I was Gothic/a Goth. That hasn't changed. What has is the volume (rate) of which I say it. A real Goth doesn't have to always have to say it. You can say it. A DEEP Goth KNOWS they're Gothic and doesn't have to display it. With me, I felt the need to REPRESENT the Subculture. Meaning going on SERIOUS hunts for UFOs (pants), committing blaspheme at one's home church, burning Bibles outside of liquor stores, sacrificing cats... I've done it all. I have Gothic friends, so it wasn't about fitting in. It was about staking my claim. The Prince of Darkness, if you will. Prince + Darkness, ya dig?

What I found is, MANY people around me already identified me as Gothic. They were praying that I don't go any deeper into it. They care about me. Goths don't always care about themselves. When we find romantic love, it's usually a stew of time-collected dirt and dried tears. I'm not always in Gothic "areas", if you will. Harlem isn't conducive for Goths. Very superficial. Hopefully that's changed. During my stay in jail in LA, I met ZERO Goths and HELLA Satanists. In fact, I have a story about a scar I have on my forehead from jail.

I got put into a 4-man cell with 2 Bloods and a Crip. I already didn't look like I fit in, and when I got in the cell, they didn't hesitate to press me about my "affiliations". Once they were content that I wasn't a rival gang member, they chilled out. They asked me who my favorite rapper was. I hesitated, and out of fear, said Nas. Y'all know my favorite rapper is Em. Still, they must've smelt the fear and decided to push up on me. It was 3 on 1. I fought back. Because I fought back, they respected me. Offered me Pruno. Only jailheads would get it, and I hope you guys never find out. No homo.

Well, the reason I brought you guys here is this: don't be afraid to fight back. Fight the oppression. You can use me as an example. Despite low numbers, bad reviews and being blatantly copied, I continue to challenge authority. Whether it's rival MCs or religious leaders who've made it their agenda to shut me up. I encourage you to make amends with your parents (no matter what, they're a rare breed), but I also encourage you not to compromise. The struggle found there exemplifies the struggle of being an individual. It starts at home.

The suicide rate has dropped. Congrats, StarChasers! But while you're alive, make the most of it. Don't waste all your money on drugs and alcohol. Don't try to keep up with the latest fashions. Allow yourself to be a billboard for individuality. And realize that, as Goths, you push CULTURE forward. Everyone looks forward to seeing a Goth in the street. Open your mind, too. Hip-Hop can be just as Satanic as Rock. Ask Jay/Em/Redman/RZA.

Look. I really love you. I can kinda only look you guys in the eyes. Hopefully you love me too. I won't stop being Goth, but it'll hurt to be shunned by the community that defines me.


Rock on.






#comma


No More Side Nigga Blues

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The UNOFFICIAL 2nd single from Hamilton, Charles' Comma album.
Shouts to StarChaser Matteo for the upload.

As sexy as it is to be the side nigga, feelings are involved. I don't fuck (anymore). I make love. And I do it deep and well. So to go that far with a lady, only to be dessert to her TV dinner, is taxing and unfair.

I won't be doing it anymore.
So be upfront with me.

I don't care if you told me what the deal was.
lol

Let me stop.






#comma

 

CoEx tracklisting


Reading Rainbow

Diamonds In The Sun

A Butterfly In The Hood

Co-Existence

Uniform

Equal Opportunity

One Love (Or Two)

Journeys

Parenting

Freak Night

Sweet Sorrow

Voodoo Sex


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I'm playing a game with the tracklisting. To see what you guys listen to downloaded music on. Once you get the folder, you should know what to do (by now).




Halloween.





#comma


The first single off of "Co-Existence"

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The process behind this album was special.

Introducing Barry White (RIP) into The Hamilton Quazar. Make yourself at home with Mayfield and JB. I'm sure there's more to come.

Enjoy!




Co-Existence
This Halloween








#comma

All Automatic

 This post may piss of my StarChasers. I appreciate your loyalty, despite how many people I put before me. Which, technically, is everyone. But yeah. This is a post where I talk about people taller and more famous than me.




I think I made it clear that I am a Stan. I am a HUGE Eminem fan. From '99 up to late 2020. Everything he does, I find to be divine and awesome. He's pissed off gays, women and closed-minded Black people. 3 groups of people that led to immense pain, rage and anger from me. I felt the song "Stan" was dedicated to me, because I wrote him and Dr. Dre a LONG letter when I was in 6th grade. I also have had a long bout with depression and suicide since toddler-hood. Em's black heart (be it evil or Negro) means a lot to me. He's an awesome father, a wonderful leader, a proud student and WICKED with his craft. My favorite Eminem song is "Rock Bottom". Let my mother tell it, we grew up middle class. Mom nigga, we was po'. You worked hard, I worked hard, the rent got paid. And she HATED Eminem. I had to sneak copies of EVERY album of his in the house, up until about 11th grade (FDA). And FDA HATES Eminem. That always led to a rift between us.


From white to black, I'd like to introduce you to my new idol.



9th Wonder.




Without saying a word, 9th speaks volumes. His beats/productions are soulful enough for a cookout, yet rigid enough for Caucasian Meditation. And he gets loose! Ever watch him on IG Live? He is animated, funny, soulful, no-nonsense... and he's a great guy. It must be the southern in him. But he was AWESOME when I met him in person. 
Lately, you've seen me talk about THE HOUSE. Well, 9th makes HOUSE MUSIC. Not just anyone can get on his beats. And it takes more than soul and good melanin. You gotta know WHO AND WHAT you are talking about before you touch a 9th beat.
9th is humble enough to make HOUSE music, yet disciplined enough to make a living from it. In my heart of hearts, I want to beg him to follow his heart. But I don't want to see him lose. I want 9th Wonder to win.


So there we are. 


Yin = Eminem

Yang = 9th Wonder


XXL said I'm a combo of Kanye West and Eminem. That's cool. But I'd like to be The Gothic 9th. That feels better.



Charles Hamilton: a mix of Eminem and 9th Wonder




Let that stew for a bit.


Love you, Anthony! 
Maybe you'll be at a family reunion...






#comma




Lovehunting

At this point, I'm not looking for much. I don't need an industry co-sign. Jimmy Iovine co-signed me. That's the guy that signed Dr. Dre, 2Pac and Eminem. Technically in that order. I don't need a big feature. I was Max B's final feature before he went to prison. I'm good in Harlem forever. Speaking of Harlem, I have a track with Vado we never finished. But that's besides the point. I'm not looking for a deal. WAY too many politics. I sign with one, I lose the other as an ally. I don't want that.

DJ Nick wants to do a tape with me, where I rap over Trap beats. Sounds like a good idea, but Trap is an altogether DIFFERENT rhythm. That's why The Industry and I aren't getting along. I'm uptempo in some areas, and laid back in others. They are trying to mix Hood with EDM. And it's working. A few of my DJ friends send me Trap remixes where they don't even filter the Trap beat. They just throw EDM drums on top of the Trap record and... fuck!, it works... 

I'm not into that.

I'm into HOUSE Music. Yeah, Techno, Dance and Jungle is dope, but... I'm talkin' HOUSE. Ask DJ Jazzy Jeff about THE HOUSE. I'm tryna Rock The House. Rock The Casbah, as The Clash would say. If you ain't tryna ROCK THE HOUSE, steer clear of me. California... better yet, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA!!! Y'all are already dooin it. Now imagine dooinit in EGYPT, WITH AND IN FRONT OF EVERYONE... that's what I'm ready for. I love the love I get from Cali. I'm nervous when it comes to the Gs, because damn. We know each other. Personally and professionally. So it's kinda awkward to be bowed down to, when I enforced that niggas on the East bow down to y'all...


"No, no, don't thank me. It's just how my suit is stitched."
-Jay-Z, "Thank You"


I've been in contact with Blu (Blu and Exile, fellow XXL freshman member). I thought we had a problem, but nah. He's cool. You can expect some work from us. And yes, there is another 3rd Eye Magic project in the works. Chris is starting to see my vision. 

Like I said.

House, or shut your mouth.




And my record was wiped clean.





CH x DaftPunk fans, make noise!


In the beginning, there was PastLove. No clue of the destination, no real direction. Just affection and playful biting on sensitive areas.

After a ROUSING response (from de people dem AND di damn Daft Punk ting), I dug EVEN DEEPER (than usual) and gave you Far, Far Away. The jury is still out, but it's looking like the case is dismissed.

Time passed, and a few occurrences with Daft Tada went down. Out of sheer (lol) excitement, I put together the "Right Back Atcha!" EP. It was good, but I feel they deserve... more.

If you know, you know. But Daft Punk holds a special key to me.

As far as the Sade factor...

PastLove sampled Daft and Sade. 
Far, Far Away sampled records Daft Punk gave me in 2015. Sade is Eminem. I flowed like Em would if he was an Old School rapper.

With the above said, the next CHxDP joint will be called...


Co-Existence



By Halloween.






Oh.
I'm sensitive about Em/Sade/Lyte/Briana. So be careful with your comments.













#comma

C.H.A.R.L.E.S.

If you notice on my Bandcamp heading, it has my first name as an acronym. 

ColdHeartedAlienRebelLoverElektroSoul

Like that?

Could be the name of my next album.

Stay tuned.




My handwriting is so spastic. lol






#comma


The future of Hamilton (Comma) Charles

I can easily wrap up this catalog with Comma. It's lengthy, but POTENT. But I'm not a quitter. And I have a lot of music left to make. Going by the name Hamilton, Charles put SO MUCH in perspective. And producing as The Talented Mr. Hamilton allowed me to have FUN again. Not to say I wasn't having fun before (I had a BLAST producing Hypergoth!), but these projects have a particular DJ/party vibe to them. And the beats are simple, yet dope enough to rap to. That's why I dropped the instrumentals.

I got a lot off my chest with these albums. I also learned a lot about myself during the recording process. By request of Cecelia (FDAlien, Class of 2005), I have one more joint lined up. It's called "Flat Tire". She picked the title. Not sure why, but she's MEGA intelligent and likely has a dichotomy she wishes to share.

I just hope she's willing to explain the title to EVERYONE, AT THE SAME TIME.

I'm going for it. If you ever dropped a song or album, from the beginning of time/the recording process to now, I'm on yo ass. Any genre. 

The house will be mine.

If you aren't going for #TheHouse, stay out the studio and stay outta my way.



Here, nigga. 
The gloves is off.
The love is done.
It's whatever, whenever, HOWever, nigga.

one.










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Back to ElecXmas

Electronic Christmas, remastured 



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I work hard to make my music sound VINTAGE (not lo-fi). Modern technology, yesterday's warmth. AM Radio vibes.


Check it!






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Unappreciated.

 I was gonna write a full essay on this, but to keep it hood, I'll keep it short. I don't like how the media and the hood both are trying to amp a beef between me and A$AP Rocky. We have many things in common, but we are not alike. I'm happy for all his success, and I'm sure he could hold Rihanna down better than I can. But to say he jacked my style with the kilts is a bit much. He's naturally a fighter, and I was wearing kilts looking for smoke (from the perspective of a white boy). I don't think he's worn black nail polish, but we've worn similar outfits before. 

As far as other rappers jackin my style, I'm used to it by now. I'd love it if they'd cite their sources (feels like I've said this before), but it's all good. It must be noted however that my style developed from surviving in the streets. When I first left home (The Bronx, with mom), all I had was a duffle bag full of pink and purple clothes. Maybe one other pair of jeans. I would wash them at my uncle's house (in Harlem). So I was particularly fresh, but it was the same clothes. I know how to dress.

Over time and with money, my style developed more. By the time you saw me in 2008, I was experimenting with my hair and dressing like a suburban white boy for real (button-down under a tee). I can give you a timeline, but that would be beyond the point.

Mainstream media doesn't know what beef is. Harlem just wants to see a fight. Neither are necessary. Rocky, it's all love. Would love to work with you, too. Holla at me.





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Not Now [Difficult] 0fficial lyrics

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Greetings! You are... with The Talented... Mr. Hamilton! I'd like to dedicate this to anybody with a mission or goal...

(verse 1)
Bitch, I'm 13! Bitch, I'm working! Studying. Go home, start jerking. You ain't flirting. You ain't really certain that this Sir is a 10. So now, I'm blurting everything from the side of the chest that you provide with a deck. Like it's Tarot. Bow and arrow. The hardest nigga out is a bitch, and I doubt the bitch wanna wear the outfit I'm in. There. It's addressed. You could reply... The beautiful eyes of which I look into your soul with, stolen. Frozen for a moment. Heat it back up. If it's beef, bring it back up. I understand. I make you feel young. Feel so young! Feel good! Feel so stolen. Someone. I ain't biting a nigga that bit me, but we can get to bleeding QUICKLY. Ya get me?

(hook)
You really have a way of making things difficult, bebe!
I said you really have a way of making things difficult, bebe!
Hey baby, you really have a way of making things difficult (bebe).
And if I keep lovin' you the way I do, I'd be crazy.

Fuck it.

(verse 2)
Bitch, I'm in the mood to be alone. And you are so beautiful. Dude, you be a zone. So, who's the fool needing to be alone and zone in a home that isn't his? Bitch, innocence. It feels good, like I'm taking a shit. Full of sentences. Life. Bars. Like, "Charles?!" Like Lars. Like, "Nigga, I get down." This is me, sitting with a big frown. 'Bout to take a sip now. Life's a bitch and... damn it, I'm Chris Brown. Just imagine if the bitch would spit now...! Pass it in a cypher like a blunt. Accidentally fire because I am The Sun. I can relax now, but niggas would have to back down. Loose Change. Strange. Do something with your brain. Study or nod. Or bang your head. Catch a migraine. Regardless, my orgasm is my pain. Fuck you all.

(hook)
You really have a way of making things difficult, bebe!
I said you really have a way of making things difficult, bebe!
Hey baby, you really have a way of making things difficult (bebe).
And if I keep lovin' you the way I do, I'd be crazy.

Fuck it.

(verse 3)
Bitch, meet Flea. MTV. King of the .mp3. I get it in on the MPC. Regardless. CELHJr P-E-R-I-O-D... (I ought to, with my art) Esquire, 'cause y'all don't know me. Stay over there, nigga. Self-defense. And every judge says I'm selfish and helpless with it. Eat it, nigga. You got the hammer, and I need one. Especially since you wanna go out with a threesome. Bang bang like Boogie. Look at the rookie, obviously needing a bookie. Check the numbers. Bitch said I went gold. Bitch, I went Disco! Burning my records! So reckless! Do a dance, nigga! Watch your P. Regardless, I don't CARE if you watching me!

(hook)
You really have a way of making things difficult, bebe!
I said you really have a way of making things difficult, bebe!
Hey baby, you really have a way of making things difficult (bebe).
And if I keep lovin' you the way I do, I'd be crazy.

Fuck it.

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Fuck yo' links, nigga!











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The bag. (if you know, you know)

Save yourself the time and energy.
No.

ESPECIALLY if you are a celebrity. MORESO if you're an alien. CLASSMATE? Forget it.

I already don't do "the dance" on the regular, like most. I don't "get around" anymore (not a hoe). I don't always groom. And I don't trust 99% of anything.

George, Jack and Dilla are disqualified.

Most of you are only being nice to me to try to segue into the scoop. Part of why I don't trust many. The others are being assholes, in an attempt to Debo their way in/on/out. Since I ain't got the heart to give these bitch niggas the cue to go, I just say no here and make it a thing if ever something goes down.









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Good mornin', Mama!

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Even when I felt the most neglected, I put you first. May be a little rough, but it's always love.


SEGA forever.



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Console Warrior pt. 2

The power of words.

Without revealing too much, SEGA has responded. Basically, our bond/love is deeper than business. They would be hurt if I went with Nintendo. They are very interested in my production, and would be interested in clearing whatever I sample. But they assured me that we have a BOND, and that I'm not just imagining things.

By request of SEGA, when I get into my new apartment, I'm going to be making a series on making beats. Untitled, as of right now. But it should be a fun little series. I'll figure out how to present it on a SEGA-level (read: worship). And I have to get over the jitters of niggas taking my style. 

To be the head, you have to be ahead.








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Baddie's Lament

Shortly after my previous post, I sent it to Baddie. She read it, and, long story short, took it personal. I had to reassure her that she is an ASSET to me, and not a liability. Though I wasn't talking about her in particular, she noted some things I said to her were vaguely mentioned in the post. 

Baddie isn't in the business of breaking my heart. In fact, she's #closer.

Immune to the wrath, and key to the decision making.

She's a keeper. Truly. I wish I never broke her heart. And we're working on things. 

Pressure makes diamonds. And breaks men. I gotta be a diamond again.

Speaking of which, VS Diamond is dropping a new video soon. I'll post it on here. I got love for her, but we probably should just admire each other from a distance. TOO hot.


In the meantime, I'm guarding my heart and flipping samples.
New for me, the guarding my heart thing.



Flipping samples is my passion.


By the way, I hope you enjoyed my 2nd piano album, "The King's Maker". I dedicated to my daughter Danjer, but Tomorrow can get some love too...





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Console Warrior

So the crossroads is here. Since DAY ONE, I've been an advocate for SEGA's success, both as a game manufacturer and as an alien race. Through Apple, I proved that SEGA is the alien race that we've been in contact with. Since then, SEGA has gone on to do MAJOR things in the entertainment business. Music, movies, games, etc.

But what about me? What about Hamilton?!

I was particularly hurt when Wiz Khalifa and Kid Cudi got the theme music to the Sonic movie. Intimately, they shared why. But that's not enough. I've been intimate with SEGA since as long as I can remember, but I shared EVERYTHING with them. Many "legends" wouldn't be here if it weren't for my input (pre-2008). For them to not even consider me in the mainstream is a HUGE slap in the face.

To contrast, I've been disrespectful towards Nintendo for as long as I've been in love with SEGA. And all Nintendo has EVER done was support me. Especially while on Interscope. I GRAPHICALLY disrespected the Nintendo connect I had. YET THEY STILL HAVE INTEREST IN ME!!! For me to NOT consider doing business with them would be a HUGE slap in the face.

When it comes down to VGM (video game music), SEGA and Nintendo are neck-and-neck. Still, the theme(s) for the Sonic movie went unheard, and the theme for the Super Mario movie ("Peaches") is considered for an Oscar. If I was anything like SEGA, I would've jumped ship A MINUTE AGO.

The Ladies of SEGA take turns breaking my heart. I hope they read this and feel it. Mary Nintendo is obliged to deal with John, so I can't have her. My heart has been torn between the two factions and their ladies, and that has taken it's toll on me. They feel all it takes is some pussy for me to submit. If I was any other nigga, they would've been CLAPPED for that. Now I don't trust any female. And I stay away from males due to insecurity.

The only males are trust are Jack Splash, George Massa and J Dilla. And they are at the same crossroads.

But Nintendo is offering something HUGE. SEGA is just offering pussy and weed. It hurts to even think about, man.

Loyalty can drive you to suicide. But where does suicide take you?









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.com-ing myself

 There's no real reason why I don't have a website, other than finances. If you remember, I launched one in 2019. It lasted for about 2 years. Server kept crashing, I wasn't getting paid for download, etc. Still, there needs to be a central location for all things Charles Hamilton.

Reggie (or @Kanye on Twitter) built an AWESOME webPAGE. Links to all essential stuff there. It's working. It's just not a .com. .coms are considered the official mark of having a website.

Beggars can't be chooses, nevertheless, and Reggie did it for free. Can't ask for too much more.

I also want to encourage young people's growth on the web. Social media is the cafeteria during lunch at high school. If you don't want to get caught up in it, but still want to voice your opinion, start/launch a blog. Find pictures of mind-bending art on DeviantArt. WikiPedia is your friend. Check the Online Archives for... whatever you can imagine. 

The Internet is a VAST place. And I know my music brought you here, but there is more to search for other than music that isn't mine. Research Music Theory. Philosophy. History. Don't be bogged down by the bad news of today, nor the bad news of yesterday. 

Make your own history.






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Approval rating

I'm doing fine, thanks for asking.

As you know, I'm not a big fan of modern hip-hop. I think it all sounds the same, there's no soul, no originality, and it always ends in violence. Nevertheless, I found 3 MCs worth dealing with The Tapestries of Trap.

1-) Meek Mill. The first time I heard him was in 2011, in a halfway house in Cleveland. The whole joint was going crazy for him, while I just listened with an open mind. Not being a hater, I felt that his delivery was reminiscent of someone who is destined to die in the streets. But his lyrical content and versatility stood out. And he's stood the test of time. His battle with Drake was a good one (Drake had the better song, Meek had the better beat and dirt). He coexisted with 50 during a rough moment. Meek Mill is a solid figure in Modern Hip-Hop/Rap.

2-) Lil Baby. I would hear singles from him here and there, but his most recent album is dope. I notice that he is the most coherent out of all the new MCs. I can definitely understand what he's saying, versus struggling to understand autotune-laced mumbo jumbo. I only check for the music, so I don't really know about how he gets along with other MCs. But I know he gets a lot of praise. I am concerned about his lean habit. I know Lil Wayne made it look cool to bust rhymes with a styrofoam cup in your hand, but even he is seeing a decline in his momentum. I only wish the best for Lil Baby. (I know.)

3-) NBA Young Boy. My roommate in Long Island used to wear his stuff out. One day I was high and listening to him play YB. I was impressed, but i noted that I was high and was likely impressed by anything. So I gave it some time. I listened to a few freestyles and some songs... dude is dope. He's actually singing from his soul. I can respect that. Don't know much about him, don't wanna Google him. But he gets a lot of love from me.



I haven't been in NYC for a long time, so I don't know what the underground scene is looking like. I'm not sure if Mental Supreme is still doing Training Camp. Sickabod Sane doesn't even make Hip-Hop anymore. End of the Weak has been pretty silent. Maybe my music will change the next time I'm in the city. Maybe Hip-Hop is all Electronic now (808s, synths, filtered samples). However it is to be viewed, the three mentioned above (I believe) can carry the torch for the next generation.

You three. In my office now!






Hold it down.








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Labor




I spent today (9/1/23) DJing in the backyard at the house (649!). After 2 years, I only got one complaint. Granted it was today. They told me flat out to my face that they don't like my music. I told him I take offense, but he's entitled to his opinion. Later on, I asked him what he didn't like. He said he didn't hear it. I'm like wtf? That's what's going on? We form opinions based on... nothing? If it isn't Trap and 808s, I guess...

But sometimes, when things are unspeakable (whether good or bad), you just say you didn't hear it or understand it. That's dangerous, because in the real world, you have to have facts to clarify your opinion.

Granted, I know what I'm saying is unspeakable. 
Whether good or bad.

That's all for now. I promised myself I'll blog more for those who read, so here we go and here we are.


Stay tuned!




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FreshOffThePresses

"Moment of honesty..."

 A rare Alicia Keys quote to set off this entry...  I'm always touched when people acknowledge my music. It makes all the hard work wort...