The King Charles Era

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

Yoruba and fuckin niggas up.. (#loseaball)

I first learned about Yoruba whilst listening to Daft Punk. "One More Time" to be specific. It requires your 5th ear and 3rd. Listen to the bass. Anyway, upon further exploration, I found out that it is an ancient practice that requires the earth (marijuana) and libation (liquor). Somewhat the concept behind "Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor". Here's how you do it:

  • Poor yourself a healthy glass of Hennessy. No chaser, no rocks. I don't recommend Jack (though it is a popular libation), because... Jack's spirit isn't exactly something you want speaking for you.
  • Roll up a joint. A blunt, to go deeper.
  • Find a midtempo instrumental.
  • Speak from the center of your chest (6th sense). It will rhyme.
  • Think of a potential adversary and, without naming them, give them a piece of your mind. This is called murder.
  • Likely, they will show up as you are rhyming. Just keep going until they strike you.
  • If they don't strike you, you win!, but expect lyrical retaliation.
  • If they strike you, BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM. You have momentum on your side.
With this now in #TheHamiltonQuazar, you can expect "juicier" tracks, with people airing out grievances with whoever. 

I've murdered plenty of people in my day. As recent as this weekend.


Ask yourself, have you been murdered?



At the end of the day, it brings people together.



See you in 2024, with this post likely not being the last until then.








#comma is dead.
Overdosed on Stardust.

Make way for #KingCharles!!!
#beseated

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