Trouble in paradise...

 So I started a playlist at the top of the year called "Seasonal Allergies". It was basically mood music for the four seasons of the year. Long story short, I must've missed and uploaded more than one of the same video. 

So I apologize there, for that.

Anyone looking forward to the premiers can't be too disappointed... I dropped close to 50(!) projects, just this summer alone. Still, I worked hard on these songs, and I feel you guys deserve to at least hear them.

I'm new to samhain, so bear with me. Regardless, have a happy and safe Halloween. Feel good today.

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#comma

Samhain and The Talented...

 (from wikipedia)

Samhain (/ˈsɑːwɪn/ SAH-win, /ˈsaʊɪn/ SOW-in, Irish: [ˈsˠəunʲ], Scottish Gaelic: [ˈs̪ãũ.ɪɲ]; Manx: Sauin [ˈsoːɪnʲ]) is a Gaelic festival on 1 November marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker half" of the year.[1] It is also the Irish language name for November. Celebrations begin on the evening of 31 October, since the Celtic day began and ended at sunset.[1] This is about halfway between the autumnal equinox and winter solstice. It is one of the four Gaelic seasonal festivals along with Imbolc, Bealtaine, and Lughnasa. Historically it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland, Galicia[2], and the Isle of Man (where it is spelled Sauin). A similar festival is held by the Brittonic Celtic people, called Calan Gaeaf in Wales, Allantide in Cornwall and Noz an Anaon in Brittany.

Samhain is believed to have Celtic pagan origins and some Neolithic passage tombs in Ireland and Britain are aligned with the sunrise at the time of Samhain.[3] It is mentioned in the earliest Irish literature, from the 9th century, and is associated with many important events in Irish mythology. The early literature says Samhain was marked by great gatherings and feasts and was when the ancient burial mounds were open, which were seen as portals to the Otherworld. Some of the literature also associates Samhain with bonfires and sacrifices.

The festival was not recorded in detail until the early modern era. It was when cattle were brought down from the summer pastures and livestock were slaughtered. Special bonfires were lit, which were deemed to have protective and cleansing powers.[4] Like Bealtaine, Samhain was a liminal or threshold festival, when the boundary between this world and the Otherworld thinned, making contact with the aos sí (the 'spirits' or 'fairies') more likely. Most scholars see them as remnants of pagan gods. At Samhain, they were appeased with offerings of food and drink, to ensure the people and livestock survived the winter. The souls of dead kin were also thought to revisit their homes seeking hospitality, and a place was set at the table for them during a meal. Mumming and guising were part of the festival from at least the early modern era, whereby people went door-to-door in costume reciting verses in exchange for food. The costumes may have been a way of imitating, and disguising oneself from, the aos sí. Divination was also a big part of the festival and often involved nuts and apples. In the late 19th century John Rhys and James Frazer suggested it had been the "Celtic New Year", but that is disputed.[5]

In the 9th century the Western Church endorsed 1 November as the date of All Saints' Day, possibly due to the influence of Alcuin, and 2 November later became All Souls' Day. It is believed that Samhain and All Saints'/All Souls' influenced each other and the modern Halloween.[6] Most American Halloween traditions were inherited from Irish and Scottish immigrants.[7] Folklorists have used the name 'Samhain' to refer to Gaelic 'Halloween' customs up until the 19th century.[8]

Since the later 20th century Celtic neopagans and Wiccans have observed Samhain, or something based on it, as a religious holiday.[9]

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I'm going to be taking this time of year a bit more serious. It's usually a pretty sad time for me, despite being my birthday month. Regardless, I will be in deep meditation and reflection. If you don't hear from me, it's nothing personal. Read up on the distance.

#KillaCom
#KillaComCom

#KillaKillaKillaCom

#KillaComCom

#comma

The Game Over Sound

After YEARS of deliberation and experimentation, I decided to name my DirtyLeatherWallet sound... 

*The Game Over Sound*

Each and every beat (and song) sounds like music you hear after you lose a video game. EVERYTHING, from "My Last Song EVER" to "Pug" is meant to sound consoling yet devilish. Warm and cold. Easy to get into, hard to get out of your head.

If you want to feel like a winner, I admit, listen to Drake. If you want to feel like a lit bully, listen to J Dilla. If you want to escape your problems, listen to Lil Uzi Vert. But if you ever take a loss, in any form, and need someone/something to be there for you...

The Game Over Sound, brought to you by The Talented Mr. (Charles) Hamilton

#comma

Time w/ The Talented...!

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That's what I'm gonna call my live series. 

When I move into my new place, I have to pay for wifi. This should be interesting.

Holla at me, Mike Bella! I know you mean well...

#comma

TTMH Livewriting

 (verse 1)

This is what you want. Wanna hit you a blunt and sip with someone, while you listen to the one. I gotchu. At the end of the day, I'm not you. But I got to. You support. Listen, nigga, use the force. Like all these pseudo thugs. I just try to show you who grows up. I do know much. Who shows up? Too slow, but slow comes the bucks. I smoke too much. Open up. My throat closes as I sleep. God peep. I'm not free. Feet moving sloppy. Still I'm something you can not be. Got me? So, this is your fate. Like a Hardy. Twist it and say...

(hook)
This match is over!
Nothing will do!
I hope that I 
can survive.

Without you (4x)

(verse 2)

This is what you want. Me pissed off while I lift off a rocket. Look y'all I'm Gothic. And on meds. So my rage is in my head. Fuck staying in the bed. I DJ. And I play with the feds. Peep Jay. My next case and I'm a present to the state. Whichever state. So y'all niggas better wait. Is it pop appeal? The fact I got a deal should let you know my chops are real. But you say I gotta spit what YOU gotta feel. Well, I'm into magic like Copperfield. And a lotta niggas jock, so chill. As I... pop my pills. Oral history didn't have papers and pens. And again, that's what I'm making.

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Just a draft, written for StarChaser Mike Bella. He insists that I write, so I wrote this for him. I'll post the Live later.

Love y'all. I don't know what it's gonna take for y'all to let me do me, but I'm dooinit for y'all...

#comma

Comma updates

Shouts to EVERYONE who's been downloading/streaming my #comma music (Hamilton, Charles). The numbers are high (from what I can see), and the vibes are even higher. Shouts to Matteo and Michael J Roach for updating YouTube (AND YouTube music, I see) with each drop. 

I tried to stop after Comma, but the inspiration came flooding in. Shouts to Daft Punk and Rihanna/Eminem for showing love to "Co-Existence". The latest release is "Black Candle", another joint titled by FDAlien Cecelia Adams. It's dark, funky, poetic, and groovy. But I'll let y'all be the judge of the vibe.

I had one more new joint to record. "Stardust". This morning, I gave those beats to CYoung. He's interested, and we might have a new 3rd Eye Magic (3YM) joint coming out. "3YM: Olde Headz". We collaboratively came up with the title. 

I will be going live later this afternoon. Making beats, freestyling, just vibing with my Friday crew. Not sure if I'm gonna get some weed today. I gotta stay pretty clean at this house I'm at. But we gon rock. Roll up, light up, get up witme!

Hell yeah...

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#comma

StarCHaser Central: The Podcast!!!

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It's an honor and privilege to be a conversation point. Shout out to Mike Dee Jackson and Stik Braxton. All I ask is that you keep it 100. Flaws and all, talk about it.

Peace and love.

#comma 

Breakbeats

I often write blog entries announcing that I'm taking a break. These are not publicity stunts. I literally have to take time away from being (digitally) in front of you all (lol) every so often. It maintains my mental health. Look. I gave in to the meds. They actually comfort me. Yes, they interfere with my weed smoke, and no I don't do the same stuff anymore. But I can focus on music with lazer/razor sharp accuracy, as well as read and write more poignantly. I damn near wanna go back to school.

Along with reading and writing spells, I cross-reference my lyrics with The Bible, The Quran and The Torah. There is a published bible with only The New Testament and Psalms. Not new, but ordained ministers can attest to the fact that God Herself ordered that this new Bible be the one preached from. 

Does knowing this make me a minister?

I've been going live every Friday. And I've been getting requests to bring back "The Hamilton Quazar". I plan to keep the lives going, and when I get my own space again, I will STRONGLY consider bringing back THQ. Once again, it comes down to what I have. I did the best I could with THQ, considering the lack of resources I had. I did live DJ mixes, synced with a live feed of me reading Tarot and casting spells (and throwing curses at you proverbial "bitch ass niggas"). Though what I have is up-to-date (modern), I don't have what I once had. 

If you want it, I'll make it work. I might even do it live...

Whatever.
Stay in tuned(touch)...!

as far as the break, I won't announce it. I'll just be ghost mode.

#comma

Bitches With Problems

It's bad enough this case I caught has me feeling funny, no less the funny faces I get from women. Worse that my mom isn't around to vent to. Grandma, though radical, is traditional. And Lyte is a rare sighting these days. These factors only make the following harder to deal with...

I been getting a hard time from women lately. From butch lesbians who are catching feelings to bitter ex-friends who are trying to bring me down. Now, I'm not my father. And even he grew. I don't snap at women. It's not in my nature. I did my time for when I DID strike a woman, and I'm still in communication with her. Things aren't the same, but she can see the growth in me. 

It feels like certain women want to peg the title "woman beater" on me, for reasons they aren't woman enough to clarify. When I address them peacefully, privately and individually, they are sweeter than honey. Even letting me know how they feel (for extra wreck). But then, they go on record to try to defame and deface me. And they are as bitter as cactus juice.

I don't know how to deal with women who like me so much they try to bring me down. I guess pray for me, but God is a woman. She's having a blast watching me squirm through the ranks. I guess this is an opportunity to be an example for all men. Hitting a bi-... woman only gets you time in jail and a bad reputation. Responding publicly tarnishes your name. There must be some kind of way out of here.

I've chosen to ignore them. I don't speak if I don't have to. Still they try to get under my skin.

This must mean I'm handsome, and gotta watch out for these ho-.... women. Mom and grandma told me it would get to this point. And my uncle is ULTRA smooth, so he handles these kinds of things with flair. 

Hey, Woman. If you so anti-Charles Hamilton, why are you reading this? Ask yourself this question. Or are you coming to terms with one that got away?

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Birthday polo! I'm rebuilding my pink collection!

#comma

Comma's Cannon 0fficial lyrics

(verse 1)

Y'all know what time it is, damnit!, when you see me ridin' with the *cannon*. Hi! It's Mr. Hamilton. Higher than the laminates. Everybody tryna reach it. Why are you not standing then? Fine. I define and redefine it, nigga. Lexicon. I get it on like Marvin when my pops is gone. Pops got remarried. Congratulations! Now can I be married to the chick I masturbate about? Slurring my words. I'm nervous, of course, 'cause you never heard me go this Shakur. Insecure. Been this worldly. Been this otherworldly. Otherworld. Never un-. Get a gun. Never been better than The Sun? Everyone. Better step up... use your thumb. Press a button. Play a game, nigga. Step back. My weapon is That. I'm dead That. Y'all heard me...

(hook)

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

-ungh-

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

My pops let off shots from the *Cannon!*.

And now, I'm on the block with the *Cannon!*.

(verse 2)

Even though she resting in peace, she raisin' Hell. Turn the volume up loud like Dave Chappelle. Got The Food in #thekitchen like Ye and Common. It's #comma, though. I'm makin' it common. Not comical. Oh. Not making a joke. Just breaking folks in half when they say I ain't dope. Niggas ain't know? I lay with the hope. Call me wack, so I can call you back with a bat. You'll lay in a moat (mote). Like you tryna find Rapunzel and shit. Funny how I'm running this shit, not even running my lips...! TelepathicMagicPsychic Rappin'. That's what I do. Like the crap? Then come and find me, Jack! Until then, find your jack. I got a buzz bigger. Y'all can suck on my nuts. It's much bigger. What is it? Dug in the river. Pulled out the stopper. Pull out all the stops for this one...

(hook)

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

-ungh-

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

My pops let off shots from the *Cannon!*.

And now, I'm on the block with the *Cannon!*.

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As it stands now, only 9th Wonder, Eminem and Blu will survive #TheNovember10thSlaughter. That's one CGi, one Blood, and one Crip. 

My fellow Immortals have no reason to worry.

Get ready.

Viewers Like You

We're looking at Halloween

#comma

New celebrity crush.

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This one shouldn't come as a surprise. She's Jamaican, pretty, and can SPIT HER WIG OFF! Call me biased, but Jamaican women are just damn edible...! 

Anyway, her name is Shenseea.

Look her up, get into her music.

And send her to me!

#comma

Legofriends

I'ma keep this post short. Or try to.

Often, I get asked about Demevolist. Will there be a reunion, how is everybody, etc. Well, let me give you an honest update:

HchO has no real plans for a reunion, but wouldn't be against it. Just remember, Demev is HIS baby. I just took us to The Promised Land.

Swiss (JMeans) has been out of touch with EVERYONE, but spoke more with Yung Nate than anyone else.

Bagdad (B/A) has been working with Sha-leik on his side project. Otherwise, he's been anti-social.

Proven has been absent as well, but he was closer to B/A than any of the rest of us.

Show Tufli WAS working with Boe & Dre, but I don't know what he's doing these days. I did reach out to him recently, nevertheless.

Yung Nate is a car dealer in Atlanta. We CAN speak, I'll say that.

Sha-leik, as I mentioned, is working on his own "Chronic" of sorts. From what I've heard, it could be a problem.

The I.S.A. turned Muslim and says it's "against his religion" to rap. Maybe Sha can talk him out of it.

I haven't heard from Apryl in YEARS. I wish her happy birthday when it comes around, regardless.

Woody's a top streamer on like Twitch or something. Dooin his thing!

As far as MY involvement with Demevolist, I felt betrayed. I felt I deserved more attention from them than I got. That feeling got worse when Drake blew up and I didn't. It felt like they gave up on me. They didn't even know all that I went through (not due to Jimmy; love you, Jimmy!) at the label to KEEP Demevolist on board. So for HchO to say in the documentary that I BROKE?! I was pissed off. 

So I've said some fucked up things about the guys on record. But we always had a policy: address whatever the issue is on a song and leave it there. So it's out there. I said "fuck Demevolist" on a song dedicated to my (proverbial) son Crash. But let it be known: I would dead definitely put my children before Demevolist. I had to say that, because there was a point in time where I would sacrifice my kids for these niggas. You know what I mean...

We're all building from the ground up (again). It'll be nice to build with my brothers. If we can all pull it together, we might be the greatest success story FDA can talk about.

It's on y'all, bruvas! Check!

#comma

A Call To Ministry

 This post will be more of a stream of thought, with the title being the centered focal point.

Somewhat as usual, but this one will be more sporatic.

I know God exists. I know The Devil exists. I believe The Devil either WAS my cousin who raped me or possessed him. Still, I've come to count on The Devil. I'm almost too humble to go to God. God knows my heart, so She (1) doesn't mind me calling Him She and (2) knows that counting on The Devil doesn't mean to worship him.

I've come across MANY childhood rape victims in my generation. Male and female. Well, God put it on my heart to tell you guys that you are not alone, and you are loved. As attractive as The Devil can be to us, he is still the enemy because he wants our joy and our soul. Some of us gave in and gave it all to him. I wish them all happiness. But God is here for us. No matter what we have done.

Family, I've committed blasphemy, suicide, AND homosexual acts. I'm, on paper, headed to Hell. I thought that was the path I wanted to go on. In fact, I'm sorta still on that path. But I can feel God. I can feel God moving. I've been blessed to have family in my life, I have blessed friends, I HAVE FANS(!)... the only thing I need a blessing with is... well, 2 things. I want to be able to make firm decisions for myself for one, and second, I need a financial blessing. Money is hard to come by these days in music, especially when you're doing something new and different. I'll put my ego to the side for a bit and say, though my influence is everywhere, my numbers don't reflect it. That by itself can be a blessing, in many and subtle ways.

The Devil distracts. The Devil deceives. The Devil coerces. The Devil is handsome in the eyes of the people he wants to seduce. The Devil is ugly to those who know his tricks. And though he has FEW tricks, he uses them well.

All my Goths, the light isn't that far away. The darkness is infinite. Don't just stand there stagnant and dormant. Fight for your right to be an individual!

With that said, I can't fight the urge to carve. Pray for me.

#comma

A Hungry Beast

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I did start off as a drummer. I had a drumkit in my parent's basement in Cleveland. But just as I got good on the drums, I stabbed my snare with a drum kit. No reason (I can think of...). So I switched to the keys, and only looked back to pick up the bass and guitar. But I LOVE playing the drums. I prefer to be in pocket, as it pushes the song along. I'm sure I can solo, but I never put too much into soloing on the drums.

Nevertheless, I can feel the Drumbeast pulling at my tummy. I was at International House of Music in DTLA with Jason. I didn't get a chance to play the drums, but... I think even Jason could feel the kinetic chemistry between myself and the drums.

I'll get on a kit soon. Until then, my White ass is gonna make funky drum patterns on FL Studio and mold my soul into a more transient (in a good way) musician.

I gotta be the champ. "He's the man!" is what you must say.

#comma

Pharrell vs. Dr. Dre (DreamVerzuz)

Let me start this post off like this:
If you know, you know.

Let me continue with...:
Likely, very few know.

Pharrell is 1/2 of the production superduo The Neptunes. They (Th Nptns) crafted MULTIPLE number ones, won MULTIPLE Grammys, transcended genres (to the point where they introduced sounds to the public)... all with Pharrell being the face and voice of them. When I worked with them, it was clear that Pharrell was the ringleader, not just a Starfucker (or a StarChaser). And it's true. He's a visionary genius. He knows how the SONG is supposed to sound, look, feel... all that. Speaking of sound, The Neptunes established a sort of "plastic" type sound that fit snugly with where mainstream music was at the time.

Contrasted only by Dr. Dre.

Dr. Dre has crafted MULTIPLE number ones, won MULTIPLE Grammys, transcended genres (to the contrast of The Neptunes; you'd have to find it to catch it)... all while he maintained a mystery about him. I'm not gonna get into the whole Simone Marshall/Dr. Dre thing, even though I have evidence that proves one is the other. But to get into that would be to reveal who Eminem... I mean, Pharrell is. Still and all, Dr. Dre has the "industry" Champion Sound. Your record doesn't sound complete if it doesn't have Dre's sonic "stamp of approval". 

Sometimes when Dre produces a record, he doesn't get credited IN the song, but in the liner notes. MANY songs have been produced by Dr. Dre that the public don't know about. 
You ALWAYS know when The Neptunes produce something.

Seeing as how no one "requests" The Neptunes SOUND (not drums or melody; the overall SOUND of a Neptunes-produced record), I think Dre has an edge. But Dre (nor PharrEm) doesn't drop often at all. There are more Neptune hits in the subconscious of... at least my generation, then there are Dre hits. At the same time, there's Eminem. Dr. Dre Executive Produced just about EVERY Eminell album. The argument is, The Neptunes made more club hits. For that, there's 50 Cent. Then there's the point of the modern climate of music. Dr. Dre kinda has that on lock, with Kendrick Lamar. The Neptunes/Pharrell produce here and there for modern artists, but none have had the impact of KDot.

In the end, I wrap it up like...:
It all comes down to presentation.

And again, this is all just a Dream(Verzuz).

Do they even still do that shit?

#comma

I Am More Concerned With Love Than Life (Multi-Player Love) 0fficial lyrics

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I'm standing in this booth as if I see you in front of me. 'Cause I need you in front of me. I don't need to be in the company of people who just want to be... in pocket. 'Cause they know what's in my pocket. I got it. A lot of riches. And a lot of bitches only acknowledge The Kid, because they wish to be swallowing kids for a lot of the business that I could possibly provide. And I don't want to die, unless it's right by your side. By your right side or your left side? It's best I let you know that I refuse to crash like Left Eye. No disrespect. I mean only the best. But... why even lie? I need you right by my side.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

It's the way you make me feel, Babe.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

So listen carefully to the sound...

(hook)

I ain't a player, but I'm good at this game.

Don't worry! Don't worry!

And I'm afraid that you will never be the same.

So, no hurry! So, no hurry.

But, 

all I want to do is tell you that I love you

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

(verse 2)

If some of my statements seem asinine, it's because I spend half my time reflecting on how you got into my glass mind. I only seem to think about you as the past time. So to past time, I just polish the glass. Why? I just want to see you clearer. Feel you nearer. This is why, when I look in the mirror, I don't see nothin but... what you should expect. What the fuck? This is not just the neck that I wanna get... I wanna run this shit with you. You should be The Queen. The Captain of The Team. And YOU know what I mean. Exactly. When I lean on a mirror, look at the reflection, it's 'cause I can feel you in my direction. The other side looks like my mother's side. The inside. I'm so used to living in it only for a couple a months as a youth. Then I exit it. Now let's get it.

(hook)

I ain't a player, but I'm good at this game.

Don't worry! Don't worry!

And I'm afraid that you will never be the same.

So, no hurry! So, no hurry.

But, 

all I want to do is tell you that I love you

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

(verse 3)

Now I know I've probably said the same thing before. I just wanna bring you more of what's going on. I can sing you more melodies and harmonies, but instead, I would rather be the Heavenly armor that you would carry wherever you go. When there's people on you. Like marijuana smoke. You wanna get high, but the odor won't let you get by. So you just drift by. Listen and get a whiff of my... cologne. It's so nature. And I have to. No, it's no hassle. Know it's no hassle. With a kn-. I lay in The Day. Maybe The Day's Inn (end). In a daze in from looking at your eyes in a gaze. At me. So amazing. I use words and I play 'em. That's what I'm saying. Maybe this conversation is a PlayStation. No more talking. Vacation.

(hook)

I ain't a player, but I'm good at this game.

Don't worry! Don't worry!

And I'm afraid that you will never be the same.

So, no hurry! So, no hurry.

But, 

all I want to do is tell you that I love you

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

It's the way you make me feel, Babe.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

So listen carefully to the sound...

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Endless inspiration. And I didn't realize HamilVision made a video for this! Good shit, Mr. Kendall!

#comma

Solar Flexes

I might update this particular post every time I think of some boss ass shit I did in the game. But yeah.

• I had a best of mixtape, with no album out.

• SEGA endorsed my first EVER video, "November 10th".

• I worked with Eminem, Linkin Park (Mike Shinoda), The Neptunes (Pharrell), Diplo, Sean C. & LV (American Gangster), Macy Gray, Max B (free the wave!), The Invisible Men (Iggy Azaelea), Rita Ora, Ray Angry (The Roots), Daru Jones (legendary modern drummer), MC Lyte (obviously), DJ SKEE, DJ Green Lantern, 9th Wonder (remotely), and my mom.

• I'm featured on a Grammy-nominated compilation album ("Empire"). Timbaland knows me very well.

• I played piano on an Oscar-winning song ("Grateful" by Rita Ora).

• I signed an epic publishing deal, where I get a HIGH percentage of royalties for any mainstream PHYSICAL releases (CDs, vinyl, etc.).

• I got Executive Producer credit on "The Black Box" and "Hamilton, Charles".

• I'm a member of The Grammy Committee (my vote determines who is nominated and wins).

• I am the first Black musician to play keys, rap, and do both at the same time during The Montreal Jazz Festival.

• Esoterically, I am the Apple CEO. Take it up with Jobs and Cook.

There's MUCH more, but it gets into some esoteric, alien type shit. I don't want to incriminate anyone or myself.

Just know that I am special. And it takes ME to reaffirm that. So I say to YOU, push yourself to be positive ABOUT yourself. It's a task, but it's rewarding.

I'm out.

#comma

New Romney 0fficial video

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I think the lyrics are clear enough. Still and all, there is a lot... A LOT... to be exlained.

Lazy, timid me wants to leave it to White People to explain my relationship with them. Innocent me will flat out tell you: I have a deep and paranormal bond with White People. Though Black People call me a white boy off GP, they don't understand how ACCURATE that is. It's like this: if a white person has a problem with me, they're not actually white. I don't suck up to white people, nevertheless (*cough* Obama *cough). I'm actually hard on them. Partly because I'm an intelligent Black man (IBM) and I know when they need to be called out on their shit.

Yes, there is an agenda. Yes, homosexuality is a catalyst for this agenda. Police are both directly and indirectly pushing this agenda. Police are more vibe-based. White People literally don't know shit about vibes (with all due love and respect). Some things cannot be explained. The unexplained phenomena is basically The Black Experience. White People want in. Blacks are like HELL NO. The agenda I speak of is to quite literally EQUALIZE humanity. What you may lose as a man or a woman is paid back to you with EQUALITY. However, you can't achieve this on your own.

Mitt Romney, outside of being a spawn of yours truly, knows and understands/understood this. He just can't pledge allegiance to The Hamilton States of America because... well, it would be awkward. At the time, I was struggling, living in Harlem, getting into hood shit. He was running for president, and dead assically WHOOPED Obama's ass in the debates. At days end, however, he lost. Hook or crook. And the country has been devastated ever since. I say all this, because I see a bit of Romney in Jim Jordan. I think he could be a fighter in TRADITIONAL equality being the mainstream standard.

Be on the look out for Jim Jordan, y'all.

Shouts to Mitt Romney.

Hi, Christina!

I hate mentioning my girlfriends/exes in the music. They live longer than the song does. And no, I don't want them dead.

#comma

Eggman 0fficial lyrics

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Let me boogie! Got milk and some cookies. Christmas time! Rubbin my gut. Ain't nobody fuckin it up. I'm spending it ALONE! On the rocks is some Bailey's in the cockpit. Y'all heard me right. I'm a virgin right? Now turn me out!, when you turn it around. Like a record. Put the needle on, and I touch the arm. Just to harm the groove. "What you wanna do?". Don't panic. Y'all know this is so candid. My paint on the whole canvas. Don't panic!, don't panic!

(hook)
Bustin' nuts on a cloud!
Shout out loud.

I'm the one for you.

With your love by my side,

the world will be mine.

I'm the one for you.

(verse 2)

Stuck with indecision. The public begins the living without me. I left the clouds. I reached The Sun. My weapon now. Satellites, bow down. Grab a mic, or chow down. Matter fact, don't grab the mic. Just have a bite of what I'm about now. Yeah "Bow Down". Westside Connection like Spectrum. Niggas ain't get it?, that's the weapon. Like the Sunshine. Baby, one time. Unhigh. That high. Sometimes I'm a mad guy. White dude, but a black guy. I do what you lack. Eye.

(hook)
Bustin' nuts on a cloud!
Shout out loud.

I'm the one for you.

With your love by my side,

the world will be mine.

I'm the one for you.

(verse 3)

Hambatta. Africa. The damn problem. I jam proper. Not a man can. You cannot. You stand with nada. I'm the problem of the land, every time I stomp on the land. Romping. And? Niggas want a problem? I'll be God damned. Say a prayer, just for assurance. Hit up Satan: "I'm nervous!" Walk the Earth's surface. Feeling less than, but perfect! Curt Henning. Each inning feels like the 9th and... I'm at bat. Even though I go up 4th, y'all know what for.

(hook)
Bustin' nuts on a cloud!
Shout out loud.

I'm the one for you.

With your love by my side,

the world will be mine.

I'm the one for you.

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Dedicated to Jimmy Iovine, Jim Carrey, and whoever the new Dr. Robotnik will be. My deepest love to SEGA and Sonic the Hedgehog.

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Stand Tall 0fficial lyrics

 (I thought I posted this, but... I guess not; here we go)

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(verse 1)

Nothin' higher. Everything I spit is fuckin fire. Let me try it again: nothin' higher! Everything I spit is fuckin fire! Hate me? Nigga, "Just retire!, they screamin from the peanut gallery...." I'm feelin like the real Mike Lowry: "Get out of my housssssse!" Bitch, I get down! Nothin' but my doubt in my mouth... What more to say? Sacrificing, on a gorgeous day. Lay on the altar. Nudity. You with me, usually beauty. But now, face ignorance. With innocence. Bitch, I get it in! ...ungh.

(hook)

When you take a look at me, you're high.

I said, when you take a look at me, you're high.

But you wanna be sober

as you walk by.

So if you take a look at me,

just say "hi".

And keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

(verse 2)

I'm something like a gun. I Gave You Power, but you don't like me 'cause I jam. Something like Fun. You love to be around me, but I don't give a God damn. I'm a Debbie Downer. Found with Flounder. Little Mermaid. It was her day. Give a word away. Give ME a word. I'll throw it back. Like a she-and-her. I put her in her place. Word to the wordplay. STAY THERE, THEN! I play fair, and The Day is full of Air and The Sun. Otherwise, it's just a bunch of fuckin guys with another lie. They ain't flying by. Just the gangs flying by. Throw your gang signs up high...

(hook)

When you take a look at me, you're high.

I said, when you take a look at me, you're high.

But you wanna be sober

as you walk by.

So if you take a look at me,

say "hi".

And keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

(verse 3)

As I rise, I find the credentials I have don't mean shit to them niggas on the ave. So, I keep it cool. Play it like I'm not in a gang. Be the rules. Columbine be the Gang. You don't see the pain, but indeed we rule. Like a judge with a gavel. I do my own thing. What the fuck is a battle?! Y'all niggas ain't ready. Ga head, click and spray heavy. I'ma stay right there. Bullseye on my chest, 'cause I am The Best. Eye for The Best like The Top. But I suggest you do not. My question is, do you have a lot? 'Cause I got more, and more in store...

(hook)

When you take a look at me, you're high.

I said, when you take a look at me, you're high.

But you wanna be sober

as you walk by.

So if you take a look at me,

say "hi".

And keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

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Another Shady Birthday

If I didn't know any better, I would say that Eminem raised EVERYONE, STARTING from the generation of youth that embraced him. Nowadays, a psycho-based relationship is considered real love (Blueface/Chrisean, for example). Pills are now more contraband than ever ("Relapse"). He's still the most feared battle rapper (MGK, Game, Snoop for example). Likely to be considered the most influential emcee OF ALL TIME (don't front; a lot of MCs started using multi-syllables in their rhymes after Em took off). Held his own next to the modern beast, Drake ("Forever"). But I would be remiss if I didn't bring it back to his FIRST album, Infinite.

I reference this album quite a bit. It's raw and pure EMINEM. Not Slim Shady (yet). There was optimism, before the desperation of his later music. But he still would and could bite the head off of any and every emcee to approach him. I'm proud of you, Em. Mr. Mathers, as I refer to you as... still own EVERY album, LEGALLY. I shed a few tears to MTBMB (cut me deep, there!). I don't know, man. I'm of the mind to ask if I'm not good enough to be on the Shady/Aftermath roster. I mean, we speak (Em & I), but I'm usually confident when we speak. It's like talking to a cool uncle that wants to see you do better. Still, am I lacking something? Am I too forward (shouts to Latto)? I don't know.

Maybe we're not meant to do business. Maybe this is just a remote friendship that lasted over the span of almost 30 (!) years. Maybe we're deeper than the family I know us to be. I really don't know. I just know that I care about you, Mr. Mathers. 

Happy birthday to my favorite rapper, Eminem.

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At age 50, Eminem is dead ass hip-hiop.

Holla atchya Stan!

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Textbook Mornings

 A few things I want to address. Not sure if I'll have the time...

If you've been reading this blog for a while, I talk(ed) about an issue I had/have with Jay-Z. And if you know me personally, I got deep with the intricate details. All I want to say is, I am at peace with Mr. Carter. I'm sure he echoes my sentiments of grief, and we are both fighting the same fight. He's just BILLIONS in, and I'm pulling together scraps.

I am EXTREMELY proud of my StarChasers. They came a long way. From social pariah to life of the party. Well, I hope I didn't steer you wrong with my drug usage. I can make a bunch of excuses about why or when I do/did it. It's a struggle, as fun as it can be. But don't let the fun and smooth taste fool you. Drugs kill. And the more fun you have, the closer you are to death.

CeCe and I talked, and even though I'm 50% done with Black Candle, we might change it to Stardust. I like Stardust. It gives room to create light in the darkness. And vice versa.

I must admit, I've seen and heard some SHIT since I been out. That's 2 years of hearsay and proven dramatics. Some, if not most of it affects me directly, but they involve people I'm close to. 3 people in particular (hint). Because I haven't spoke to them (DIRECTLY) in a while, I don't make it public. Just know, there are rules to listening to Madlib, J Dilla and R. Kelly (Danger Mouse).

That's about all for now. Back soon...

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Demanded supply?

Quiet as it's kept, I know what the people want. Or what they think they want, at least. I've been giving (in the last 2-3 years) hard-nosed, from the heart poetry over self-produced soul beats. I even used #TheOldKanye's sounds for a few joints. But, no. It's not chopped-up, sped up soul. It's not quirky drums. It's not "swing" (or #theDillaBounce). It's not screwed up (pitched down) hooks, be it sampled or spoken originally. 

It's controversy.
People want to connect to the taboo.

Whatever illicit goings-on you pick up (in your third eye) EVERYWHERE ELSE IN MEDIA is not in my music. I don't send shots. I directly address issues. I just don't say names because the name in question led to unnecessary stress. But whoever you are, or were at the time of me recording, you know who you are. Once I address it, I'm over it. But yeah. Don't come over here if you're looking for dramatic lyrics. 

I did I live on YouTube this past Sunday. Someone asked me about my homo-erotic lyrics. I can admit to experimentation, but I don't identify as bisexual. I barely like men, and I have a long road to go with women (since catching a DV case). But I've said what I've said, many times. I'm trying to move on. Rest in peace, Chris Smith, and I hope all is well Chris Elston.

Geez. For this world to be so gay, y'all sure do come down on me for experimenting.
But I see and know why. 
I'm held to a standard. If I'm going to be homophobic, do and be it all the way. If I'm going to love, love EVERYONE. And love unconditionally.

I'm in LA. Things are either extremely gay or extremely hood. An open mind is necessary, but you can't become someone's sucker. And it can easily happen to anyone out here. New Yorkers, if you should decide to migrate to LA and check out "the scene", keep your New York senses. Y'all know the hustle. Shit, y'all INVENTED it. Ain't no different out here.

I have no interest in sparking controversy. I never really did. But that's what gets people going. You either sample controversial music from the 2000s, say something controversial in songs, or say too much in interviews. Of course, the controversial music video won't hurt. But you have to be a solidified artist and/or solidify yourself to make said video. 

Too much energy. 

I said/say some shit in my music. Like, some SHIT. If you listen close/long enough, you'll catch the whole drift. 
I guess I'm trying to boost the attention span of the modern American youth. We are getting our asses handed to us by the rest of the world. I want to proudly claim that my art/music is American Bound. Despite the fact I performed in London. I want to be proud of this country, period. We literally ARE The Land of Opportunity.

Or is that just Harlem?

#comma

Shame On You, HamilVision exclusive

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My influences would be proud.

Holla atcha #comma!

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Organized Confusion

 It might be a little late for the night, but it's on my blog so it's recorded forever. 

To know God is to fear Satan.
To worship Satan is to disrespect God.

Be prepared for the consequences of either, when pledging allegiance to the other.

I see you!

#comma

Know God.

The Nine Satanic Statements

1. Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence!
2. Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams!
3. Satan represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit!
4. Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it…

— The Church Of Satan (@ChurchofSatan) September 22, 2023

Fear Satan. 

He's gonna be at my birthday party. 36 laps around The Sun (as they say)! Gonna be interesting to hear his speech...

#comma

The Talented... live!

All I need is wifi to provide.

I respond to comments. Just keep it love.

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Leave You Alone sessions (CoEx)

 I'm well known for OVER loving things. People, artists, politicians, etc. If I love you, I overdo it. Especially if you tapped in at a low point in my life. That's kinda the reason I went so hard for Daft Punk and Curtis Mayfield. In reverse order, actually. 

I made Villain. to spite VS Diamond. Point blank period. She drove me to the brink at a high speed. Very similar to my relationship with Briana. But with Briana, I was focused on Elektro. I tapped into Soul for VS. Kinda why our breakup hurt so much. But I feel she had other motives all around. Or, (at least) people in her ear telling her how to treat me. Beautiful girl, but she has hella demons. Regardless, I relapsed into #dope and created Villain. to get over her.

At Origin's apartment, while on Messenger Video with Isa Valera.

Yes, I have many female friends. No, I am not a player.

But then, back to Isa. Somehow I ended up back...

And like that, I forgot.

I forgot the whole shit.

6zs forever.

Apple Store

DTLA

6:30pm

I'm literally tapping in. I do fear however that me blogging this will mislead.

I'm getting my HamilVision MacBook fixed.

Whatever.

#comma

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Daddy Mode 0fficial lyrics

All I'ma say about this joint? If you know you know.
Ya heard?

(verse 1)

If you need me, I gotchu. It's easy to spot you. You need a couple of bucks? Somebody you need to get fucked up? You need to get fucked up/twisted/inebriated? Do it with me. Nobody else. 'Cause nobody helps. I feel like Michael Phelps: "I'm getting the Gold just for doing what I do best, but I smoke weed. I'm banned in The US...". The mic do help. At times, when it's not melted. If you feel it, then you felt it. Come with me. Join me, baby!

(hook)

You are on my mind.

All those times, all those years,

you know.

I'm flying through the sky

with your eyes and your ears.

You know!

(verse 2)

From state to state, public transportation. Can't make a mistake. Even if I take a flight, it's still public. Paid for or not. Crazy. It's not. I gotta find a way to impress. My babies are like "it's not enough. We see a lot of cats on the block, and they snuff niggas! Whether a punch or erasure from life." So I chase them with my plight. I put it down on the mic. And my flow is Top 5. All from the heart. My brain is alive and it's crawling out. Call me out if you need me, but y'all about to believe me. Ungh!

(hook)

You are on my mind.

All those times, all those years,

you know.

I'm flying through the sky

with your eyes and your ears.

You know!

(verse 3)

Make no mistake, I love your mother. Destiny is a motherfucker. So am I. That's how you got here. Now feel like a part of Destiny... or feel like Tupac's here. Being your pops, call me 3Pops. lol I be a lot of things. I see a lot of dreams crash. Word to Dreamcast. I got a dreamcatcher in my heart. Give me a hug, and you can have a part. I'm where magic starts. So come through! Join ya boy! Watch me go from boy to man. Just say you enjoy this jam...

(hook)

You are on my mind.

All those times, all those years,

you know.

I'm flying through the sky

with your eyes and your ears.

You know!

#comma

StarChaser Bars!

 This joint comes from StarChaser and YouTube user OneAndOnly590. It's always a pleasure to hear StarChasers go in on my beats. Let's keep making them envy!

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The silence of broken

I'm not sure where to begin with this post. The point I was gonna make was defeated by the very point I was gonna make. 

It's about the war in Israel, and the comparable wars around the world. Here. I'll try.

In hip-hop, there is a deep war between MCs and Lyricists. Lyricists write, MCs don't. Biggie was an MC. 2Pac was a lyricist. There are more MCs in hip-hop than Lyricists. 

The Mic is The Gaza Strip. Whoever you side with, you have to determine who the MC is, and who's the Lyricist. 

In war, there is no winner. Only survivors.

I pray for the hostages and the lives lost. Keep Art alive, no matter what. Shouts to the little boy who films himself freestyling over Eminem beats out there. Share your story, my friend.

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AI speaks on Co-Existence

 (from Google Bard)

Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton have never officially collaborated, but they have both expressed admiration for each other's work. In a 2008 interview, Daft Punk said that they were fans of Hamilton's music, calling him a "unique and talented artist." Hamilton has also spoken about his love for Daft Punk, saying that they are one of his favorite electronic music groups.

Despite never having collaborated officially, there are a few unofficial remixes of Hamilton's songs that feature Daft Punk's music. For example, there is a remix of Hamilton's song "Devil In A Light Pink Dress" that features a sample of Daft Punk's song "Around the World." It would be interesting to see what a formal collaboration between Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton would sound like. Both artists are known for their innovative and experimental music, so it's likely that they would create something truly unique and special. 

Heree are some thoughts on what a Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton collaboration might sound like: 

Itt would likely be a genre-bending track that combines elements of electronic music, hip hop, and pop. Hamilton's complex and introspective lyrics would be paired with Daft Punk's signature electronic soundscapes. 

The track would likely be highly experimental and push the boundaries of what is possible in popular music. It would be a collaboration between 2 of the most innovative and exciting artists in music today. I would love to hear a Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton collaboration. I think it would be a truly groundbreaking track.

Some inaccuracies, but sounds solid.

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Updates in Co-Existence

DaPu (Daft Punk) is getting shyyyyyy! Aaahhhhhh! I got you gooooooood! Lol still love you, but y'all like to put me on blast! Don't do that no more!, Lol.

No matter how you make the tracklisting in your playlists, the message remains. I'm crazy about Daft Punk. And if you're in tune, you can see that the love is mutual. That part.

I'm tired of giving one-sided love. I love deep and hard, and I cannot afford for my energy to be spent loving people and things that dont love me back. I'm ALL ABOUT LOVE. It CAN be a drug. Love can be a drug. It's definitely a substance. Still and all, I'm a love fiend. I don't want to hurt anyone. But maybe a good pop on the lips of EVERYONE will regulate the lost love.

I WILL say that I've only been getting good love on YouTube. No negative comments I can report on.

More to say, more to see. Stay tuned.

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Test viles

So #TheBirthdayGas has been administered to a few patients. They shall remain nameless. Anonymous, rather. And though they enjoyed the afterlife, they weren't crazy about the resurrection.

Apparently, it hurt.

Well, that's where we are. What's the point of murder if it's not gonna hurt? I think that question is best answered by every gangsta in America. There's almost no such thing as a righteous kill. There are vigilantes, and The Boondocks Saints was a great movie, but no one murders without the intent of at least HURTING their victim.

I had a funny thought. What if the only people spared were 9th Wonder and Eminem? You think that'll cheer me up for my birthday? Lol shit, it would! But I in fact have many loved ones. I will be sparing with my infamous Love, nevertheless. People feel they can do or say whatever pops into their head about me. Loved ones, too. At the same time, MANY people still see me as a/the baby. 

Strange how it turns out that way.

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SwimfanSwimfanSwimfanSwimfanSwimfanSwimfan 0fficial lyrics

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Captain America, blasted. America, laughing at *it*. Grab your shield. Grab the Force. You're after the force that yields. Laughing at it, now The Savage is back in his backpack, packing a ratchet. About 6 of 'em. Pass it to my friends, 'cause I love 'em. And they're aiming at me, because we're on a different side of the coast. The Diff'rent Guy, I suppose. Wait till the champagne gets poured...! Hit the sky with a toast. Drift away. Wish to lie. Lay inside of my hostler. Ride with me, till it's over.

(hook)

Don't you love me?

Don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

I love you too much...

I love you too much...

too much.

All I need in this world of sin is my life. And my life ends with a girlfriend. All I need in this life with a girlfriend is The World. All I need to provide The World for my girlfriend is Life. And I'm not right when I get it. All I need in my world is my girlfriend, and BOTH OF THEM are missing. So, who am I kissing now? Probablity. Logistics. Honestly, what I got is different. Distant. Trying to get it. Plotting to catch it with growth. Birth. Growth spurt. No words, no work. No further like questions. Murder. Standing in possession of a juror, hand on a weapon.

(hook)

Don't you love me?

Don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

I love you too much...

I love you too much...

too much.

Pa(i)ge, you disappeared! Wand, with a burger in the hand. Worried about the murder of a man, and the man was sure she was Her. Now, the game is cancelled (for sure). No one in the stands. Everybody needing an usher. An escort. Next sport. Next season. Forever breathing, I'm sure (Shure). Shore, microphone is not working! War! Life, alone, is now twerking. Whore. You are mine, and I'm alone. The microphone is certain that you're shaking. Not stirred. I got her. I can't help but watch her. And... watch & I go, "I'm not sure." Where's the opera?

(hook)

Don't you love me?

Don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

I love you too much...

I love you too much...

too much.

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note:

a direct open letter to The Illuminati.

They know me, and I know them.

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Housebroken 0fficial lyrics

(verse 1)

Stress is the alarm clock. I harm not what you mess with. I leave it all alone before I exit. And I come back, feeling so reckless. Like I graduated. Passed The Matrix. I have to make it. Cash and investments. That ass is stressin', isn't it? Got a bad bitch waiting for me to teach a lesson. The biggest bitch. I wanna teach her how NOT to stress, by my conquest of the flesh. But, listen to this! That would be making music. Imagine me breaking music with the music I make. I do it to death. Not to stress.

(hook)

I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

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Yet, the stress is the message. How can I create, being reckless? I've already passed being Beckham. Kickin' it. Listen to the innocence. And still I've been Death Wish'd. Somebody wishes to scrap. I hit them back. The end of the scrap. I got my hit. They did the opposite. They ducked. Shit. What the fuck? Niggas get hit in discussions! Disgusting, 'cause I'm Lift(ing) it Up... like Yes. My conquest. Gettin' down the best. Down in my chest. I'm down to make a mess. And I'm found on the ground, right up under your bitch's dress. Yes.

(hook)

I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

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I share, they wish to take. I care, they wish to rape. My idea, give it away. See what they get back. That's the getback. My revenge is complicated. Because I contemplated every sentence. So, it's all in my mind. Like an alien, getting interrogated. Face the abuse for the message. Making music so reckless. Effortless. You never guessed it. My guess is yes, whenever questioned. Manifestation. Damn. Feels like The Matrix. Architect. Charles. You can bet. A lot of niggas can't take it.

(hook)

I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

notes:

All 3 verses rhyme together.

On YouTube, I wrote the song was dedicated to A$AP Rocky. The more I listen to it, the more it fits. I want no smoke tho, for saying I'm "up under your bitch's dress".

I developed a new style of sampling that I don't want to share. It's only between me, the record I'm sampling and whoever is around.

Cece's on the phone. ttyl

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CoEx stuffs and things

Recently, many in my inner circle have commented on how diehard my StarChasers are. Special shouts to deft and Michael J. Roach. Apparently, your YouTube uploads ended up on YouTube Music (in the search algorithm). Might not seem like much, but that's HUGE! 

We made it to the mainstream!, one way or another.

I'm currently listening to Co-Existence on YouTube Music, as I blog. I notice that Michael J Roach took the time to make a tracklisting (the album is in alphabetical order; I don't do tracklisting anymore +hint+). I like what I hear!.

Listen, DaPu. This isn't my first trip down the proverbial altar. I've jumped out the window many times, and any a soundbwoy gwan Murda me should he haffi play Dem (damn) tunes. That alone makes me bitter, and my bitterness got me locked up (this time around). I know ladies like love songs, and even more when it's about them. And I like making love songs. But such became a spectacle for me. 

I poured my heart into "New York Raining" (keys, bars, pre-production, performance), only for the love interest to... Fuck it. Too deep to type. Just know that I have been bitter and desperate for the past 8 years.

The knowledge of WHO YALL ARE & HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT ME has provided inspiration, wisdom, and an overall new reason to smile again. I thank you. I don't know how to answer clerical questions about whether I have children. I'm sorry, ChillJren, but I deny having kids to keep from being further institutionalized. 

Understand. Crazy people talk how I talk. Either their high or crazy. Regardless, I don't want to spend another minute in the system. I guess you guys gotta bite this bullet for a while, until Mommy and Aunties are ready to...

co-exist.

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