Doomsday, Hamiltonized

Perhaps predicted by Eminem, but it still reigns supreme.

The L Word Series (Looking for Lady Luck whiLe Lurking the streets for a Lady amongst bitches, hoes, whores and women)

The Intervention Series (overdosing on substances [literal and physical] and seeking help from the divine)

The StH Series (living in humanity as a hybrid of Sonic the Hedgehog and Dr. Robotnik)

The Awkward Series (intimate relations with celebrities)

The Villain Series (hiding behind Curtis Mayfield; including Vigilante)

...

All come to a head with this album.

Fuck it.
Call it a mixtape

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Executive Producer: Jimmy Iovine

No word on shit until the album drops.

You'll still get your song-a-month. But you need to be detoxified for an entire Hamilton release. I think you people (yes, I said you people; I mean THE UNIVERSE IN WHOLE) are slightly spoiled with music nowadays. And it's 100% my fault. I give you quality music at a high rate, and those who want the spotlight try to emulate me using the industry's "standards". Well, let's just say that Mr. Iovine (he hates when I call him that; lol) changed my tone of heart towards human beings.

Which brings us to Doom.

Will you make it out alive?

#beseated

Jesus and Wine

I had to take a few days off, due to some spiritual awakening I hade while hanging out w/ Jason...

We were smoking bowls in Echo Park when a duo of Christ worshippers walked up. One woman, one man. They stood in front of me, and the woman says, "Do either of you have any pain in your body?". I said, "At THIS moment in time, that's too invasive of a question." She insisted on praying for me. After the prayer, she stepped back, and... Wouldn't you know it?! The pain was gone!

Mind you, Jason is a Jesusfreak and is always trying to get me to go to God (despite my beliefs in Dr. Dre, Timbaland and SEGA). I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. But I explained to the duo and to Jason that I can't go but so far with Jesus, because I already led many people to Goth Subculture (#theotherside).

In the days after, I was reminded that I'm being stalked by celebrities who claim gangs, as well as the aliens of SEGA. The female Christian who prayed for me was Lil Wayne and Lil Wayne is Tails. Jason plays innocent, but he's Knuckles and Knuckles is Common.

Apparently, it's all for promo.

No one loves music the way I do.

As far as the "healing", they basically did some sex magick and released some tension I had built up. I can't call it rape, but I feel a kind of a way about my fortitude being disposed of by "the best rappa alive, since the best rappa retiied!". But all is fair in love and war. Apparently Common/50 has issue with Lil Wayne/Jamie Foxx.

Whatever 

Get it together, Grinch! 

#beseated

Queer As Folk

I figured I'd lose some people with a post at some point...

I know in an earlier post (2022, I think) I said that I identify as queer. Some people mistook it, and are treating me different. Technically, I can give a fuck less. I know what I've done, I know what I do, and I know what I like. But to clarify, with the hopes of NOT getting the wrong attention, I identify myself as the definition of queer which isn't sexual. I'm weird, dammit! And I thought queer was a smart way of saying so.

But all these faggots and downlow men are running around trying to embody my behavior based on things I've said about myself. 

If you pattern your life to be like me, with the intention of impressing someone else, you will lose at life. Every time. I walk a path no one walks, and I lead the trail. I don't TRY to be a/the leader. I show my worth and I walk accordingly. And I'm SUPER kind to those who follow. There are many people out there who would love their attention and faith.

I'm very reckless with myself. But if someone has faith in me, I never let them down.

For that, ask Chris Rivera.

Late night, was at the studio with my man Josh Pastel. Gonna make some loops then call it one.

Blessings to you all.

#beseated

Lavelle Junson 0fficial lyrics

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(verse 1)

I broke the rules. Broke rulers. Smacked classmates over their heads with textbooks. They know they're dead, but I read the book... WAY BEFORE. Fuck Catholic School. I went there. Public school. I got pimped there. Wasn't a pimp there. Quite a simp there. But no Eminem was there. No rebellion from me. I was quite the student that was nice to teachers. And they liked the teaching that I would do. I understood the lesson. Pushed the lesson past the threshold. So never let go of the rules. Choke them shits. Know them shits. Find a loophole in them. THEN start goin' in.

(hook)

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

(verse 2)

When Em came, I became a bit strange. Far from pimp gaming. Just listening to flames on the radio, to see if they could measure to my man. No fellatio. So I'm going crazy. Going over words. Maybe I'm going insane, but I'm dropping turds on anybody trying to plot on what would get on my nerves. Shoot 'em! Spray 'em! Do 'em away! Yo! No one can do what I do when I say what I say. And that's quite the grace that I pray. So why would I stay away? I love you, Lord! Ungh! But I'm just the Lord. More than the Lord. I'm The King of this shit! So fuck you if you bringing me shit! Hop off my genius dick! You heard?!

(hook)

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

(verse 3)

I think I outgrew the jersey. And I don't like washing them when they're dirty. I like to feel like I'm on the field. So what I talk, yields. All my feelings in my music. Go ahead and play 'em. You're playing me. Either way you look at it, Avery is saving me. No slavery is needed. Only the AME. Keep my lady with me. And if there's beef, I'm not spraying. Better BELIEVE I got to payin' niggas. And I'ma get away with it. I pay lords. And they know what they're getting paid for. Stay indoors. Talk your shit online. They'll call you soft. Get away with it, too. 'Cause I don't talk my shit online. I make it. For you. Yeah!

(hook)

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

I don't wanna go to school!

Why do I gotta go to school?

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First of all, Lavelle Junson is the son of Eddie Murphy in "Coming 2 America". He embraced the concept of royal living, but didn't adjust well AT ALL to his new environment. I'm comparing myself to him because it is VERY difficult to see myself as a king. I am very self-sacrificing. To my detriment.

Greater Avery AME Church is my dad's side of the family's home church. They preach the gospel, but with a Black history twist.

Everything else in the song is me showing class to an otherwise ratchet beat. The deeper you dive into the lyrics, the more *rachit* you'll see the lyrics are. 

I have no vendetta against anyone (at the moment). Just don't piss me off.

#KingCharles!!!

SEGA, wya?!

If Sonic Movie 3 drops on Christmas, I may have some goodies for #depeopledem. This year is a very strict, song-a-month diet. The latest joint, "Lavelle Junson", is available now in the King Charles Era playlist. My numbers are special, so I know that whoever listened to it, listened to it. I can guarantee that the influential people I know have listened to it.

Still, one song a month.

I'm gonna need some DEMAND if you want me to SUPPLY. I'm tired of being the one annoying the pretty girl in the back of the class. I want this moment to last! I can feel you looking at me. I hear you listening. Intently. Trying to find a flaw. And even when you do, you digest it so well. Supply me with demand so I can demand my supply to finish you off. 

Life isn't the same without you being here. And though I feel betrayed and violated, I'm willing to move on, I am a man of my word. And in terms of Charles Hamilton, Jr. dead BEING Dr. Robotnik, it is what it is. I just wanted order to be restored and executed whilst on #theship. The same shit I told you WOULD crash for the same reason.

Still I forgive. But regrets, HELL NO!!!!!!!

#beseated

Roots Conceit

 I used to be conceited because of my talent. I felt that though others have talent, very few (if any) could measure to mine. There were humbling times and times where I shined. Still, I got HUMBLER (believe it or not) when I first signed to Jimmy.

Knowing I was the best.

Certain things happened, certain songs blew up about and from it, and my confidence wained and wavered. I believe my lack of confidence is what got me dropped.

When THE HOOD turned against me, that's when I got into Fight Mode. Every song, from 2012-2024 defended my spot as a creator, while deflecting shots from particular haters.

 Literally.

 I can't stress the fact that I was living IN DOOM, with some hood cats I suspected were drawing energy out of me (through rape) and exploiting my name socially. While being visited by someone who's plotting to do the same thing, if he hadn't already. All of who  are under the influence of someone who was influenced to infiltrate my privacy.

Sounds like bitches, to me.

Well, I never let a bitch get me distracted. So I aired out EVERYONE, on MY production, signing my heart out.

For that reason, I feel like no one can fuck with me.

I'm done with this blog post.

Stay tuned. 

#beseated

Limited streams

Due to all of the copyright infringing (read: sample based) content I have on my channel, I have certain restrictions on my YouTube account. One being a limited amount of time for livestreaming. I'm not sure how much time I have, but I know that after my first 12 hours, I was limited to only a couple hours on my next stream.

All good. You'll catch it next time.

At the end of the second livestream, we were at 34 songs. I stopped to record Young Chip in a big studio, and his project is a stream in and of itself. It's on my channel. Check it!

More to be said, more to be seen.
I'm still in the studio.

#beseated

PULLING ME BACK head ass niggas...

I started to retire after this past Friday's "Live @ 12". You GOTTA understand that I move off of momentum. And it seems that the "mystery" of me (if you will) just isn't there anymore. Partially my doing, because I shared so much of myself with you guys. But even at that, there are ties that bind us (you and I, dear StarChaser). I just don't feel like dealing with the hype.

I still plan to go live this Monday for 24 hours. I'll be in my natural element. Some of my people will be recording their music during the session, so I probably won't get everything done in time. Who knows? Let's just hope I can knock out this project. As I've previously stated, I have SEVERAL projects lined up. And I have no problem executing them. It's a matter of time and resources. 

I have plenty of time, just limited resources.

But I always get the job done.

There's no telling what I may do after Monday's live. I have a few opportunities to "get back in the game", but I'm not 100% sure that's what I want to do. There's the obvious "I don't want to sacrifice anything", then there's the lack of interest in being in the public eye. I'm more confident in myself than ever before. I don't need a validation of any kind. I found my "positive zone" (as mentioned in 2008). And I see y'all tryna take me out of it, for your own personal entertainment. 

It's insulting, but I deal with it by knowing you can't handle what you put me through yourself.

Man. It's a quiet night here in LA. They might come out later tonight with the cars. I slept earlier today, so I should be up with no issue. The cars won't bother me.

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My MacBook is my instrument.

My instrument is my MacBook.

#beseated

Announcing... (much to my dismay)

 The Great American Bash
an album by King Charles!

The idea came to me a little while ago. I want to start working on it, but "Comin' Thru W/ The Future" isn't even recorded yet, and I have 2 more albums lined up. I plan to keep busy this year. I have unlimited inspiration, and I now have some sort of cash flow to get in the studio (my monthly government allowance). I don't HAVE to make lo-fi projects.

I also don't HAVE to put out music, in general. 
But that's something for my fellow musicians and songwriters (and samplers!) to understand.

Only one band will be sampled for TGAB.
No clues. No hints.

Get it how you live it.

Jimmy told me not to walk around like the world hates me. And that he can see why I am so pensive. I always tell him, "I put my everything in my music". I should've told him that EVERYONE GETS THAT WORK in my music.

I think Jimmy is the only person I didn't sub-to-slaughter yet.

If you feel it, it's there. Just ask me for confirmation.

To all those watching me for guidance (read: The Illuminati), don't watch me. Create! Innovate! Bring it back, if you must. Just don't sit there and bleed out.

My take.

^^^^^<<<<<<#beseated                               

Trap Saving Boom Bap

The phrase is BEBOP, and it was coined by Miles Davis in the mid 1940s. It's a style of jazz. Hip-Hop took it and flipped it (with the help of Miles himself) into a type of RHYTHM. 

...it's a spread out version of the pre-existing BEBOP. The third *one* that the drum lands on, isn't there. It's kick, snare, space (or hi-hat, in the case of Hi-Tek), then snare. As opposed to drum (kick) landing on every first and third.

Trap knows nothing about this.
However, I have found that using Trap drums for BEBOP (or Bomm Bap) is a pleasing sound. I'm making a beat out of some Cardiak drums, and I think Trap drums are MORE than ready to be used for some... Boom Bap.

I comes with the BEBOP. Don't you worry.

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At the end of the day, it's all free. And Gothic.

#beseated

Tawkin My Doo-Doo...

Before I talk my shit (on MY blog), let me start with a humble beginning...

I mentioned on The Breakfast Club that Fabolous is a BIG influence on me. Not so much style (aesthetically), but the usage of similes. For example, "It's gettin' harder to dodge the women, but I'm still pitchin hard white balls faster than Roger Clemens...". That bar alone had me hyped to make similes that were easy to catch (though you need to know a thing or 2 about the dope game to get that one), funny and stuck out. This was around 1999-2000. Fab was responsible for EVERYONE making similes in their verses. He just never got the credit he deserves. OBVIOUSLY Eminem is an influence, and yes, he has similes (punchlines) of his own. Fab just had more of a New York edge to his.

NOW I can talk my shit...

My punchlines/similes are always a one of one. And when I use "like" for a punchline, I don't make the simile JUST like the compared figure. It would be slightly off. So it's LIKE whatever I'm talking about, as opposed to JUST like something. A blemish of a photogenic rhyme scheme. Or it would be some OUT OF THIS WORLD comparison itself. For example, "I run Black music... like drums". 

That's fucking OUTTA HERE, dude! 

Lmao

I probably could articulate it better if I actually sat down and tried to break it down, but honestly, you just gotta listen for the jewels.

No one has better punchlines than me. 
And my punchlines aren't always similes.

In fact, in recent years, I've evolved past funny similes. Sometimes the metaphor/simile/punchline is in the intonation/context/quirks in the MUSIC (beat, verse, hook, mix, master), as well as the title of the song itself.

I do more than your average mixtape rapper (is what I'm trying to say).

And truth be told, all these hip-hop albums dropping nowadays are mixtapes (if we're going with the industry protocol).

I wanna talk more about that, but there has to be an understanding before I go on.

In the meantime....

#thismorningKingCharles...!

24 Hours!

https://t.co/ko3LKymHLs

This coming Monday, I will be streaming LIVE from the studio...
for 24 hours.

Lock me in!

[#beseated]

— King Charles! (@CharlesHamilton) March 7, 2024

Can you take a King's studio session?

#beseated 

A day off.

Just as a reminder: there will be no Live @ 12 this Friday (Mar. 8th, 2024). I have a very important meeting with an anonymous lawyer about my future in the music business. I don't intend on it being too "heavy", but we are going to go over some details as to why some artists are further ahead than I am. Especially with them using my style.

I know how ugly this thing can get. It's already starting to fall apart for a few "evil-doers" in the music business. I just want what's mine. And I'm owed a bit.

AT THE SAME TIME, whatever money is owed to me goes right back in to paying debts. I can't even open a PayPal account because my former landlord put a hold on my name. 
I shouldn't be talking about my debts like this. They might come after me again.

Regardless, no Live @ 12 tomorrow.

Wish me luck!

Catch all the episodes of "Live @ 12" right here (this playlist):

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#beseated

The Pushback

I'm not here to make you worship me. It's written that I might be (worshipped), but there are no walls for the writing. You all have your idols and gods. No need in naming names. They don't get anything but added attention and media when they're mentioned on this blog. And no, I don't like your idols or gods. Legends (literally) come and go nowadays. 

I do take it to heart, however, when someone calls me a legend.
Lil Perry (Preview's little brother; Catholic Middle School) called me a legend and I was speechless. Preview, or Rafael, was a brotha who came to my Catholic School (Ascension; now closed) and immediately made himself known as an MC. Though I respected his notoriety, I had a very racist viewpoint towards Hip-Hop. I just left public school, where niggas would do EVERYTHING Jay-Z, DMX and Wu-Tang would say to do. But if I remember correctly, he showed up in the school just as Eminem debuted (slight hint).

I remember asking him to spit for me. I told him I make beats, and such was validated by the whole school calling me Piano Boy. What I remember most about his verse is, he didn't embellish into hustle or gun talk. He talked about his neighborhood, his gear (or lack thereof), his family... very grass roots lyricism. I was starting to take Rap/Hip-Hop serious, and having a partner like Pre really helped sharpen my sword. 

Iron sharpens iron, ya know?

In some respects, Preview is your favorite rapper. With that being the case, does one worship Preview? Even is he IS Eminem on TheIlluminatiDownLow, does your love for me transcend into worship for him?

As I stated in previous posts, aliens like to jack identities. Which is dangerous. If Simone Marshall is DEAD ASS Ms. Imelda Lati from my Catholic School years, I want no parts of this bitch. No matter how BAD she is in real life. If Sasheer Zamata is my first born daughter's mother, Tomorrow gon' have to wait until she hits 18 to meet me, because I have no words for her mother. No matter how AWESOME she is in real life.

Ya feel me?

Be yourself and stay yourself.

No one is a loser that way.

I'm outside!!!

Things aliens do.

I am in communication with aliens. It's easier to be so than to communicate with celebrities (though I'm learning they almost ho hand-in-hand). Still, there are things aliens do that annoy me. 

Like PRETEND to be close friends of mine that I already know.

Mind you, this entry is SEVERAL hours in the making. I almost didn't write it, because I know aliens are sensitive about our relationship/friendship.

But yeah. Aliens were either always close to me or they jacked the bodies of my loved one. I've noticed changes of this nature among MANY friends of mine. And many celebs give signs that I've been in communication with them.

I know who I speak to. And I know when it's you.

There's just so many to account.

To my close friends, hold on to who you are. Don't let anyone convince you to leave your body. The grass isn't greener on the other side, and you're likely a target hit. 

Seeing as how I only have a few FRIENDS, it would only make sense to a few of you.
Regardless, God is my friend. So is The Lord, and so is #TheSavior. Not Jesus.

#TheSavior is The Anti-Christ. 

feels good to know ya!

#beseated

Eddie Murphy 0fficial lyrics

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(verse 1)

Ungh! Get right witchya boy! Sit tight for ya boy! Hit the lights for ya boy... this is that kind of joint. Just sit back. Light a joint. This track is an enlightening joint. Lighten the mood. Gets heavy when the pipe hits the groove... I mean, the needle. Pardon me. I believe in me being evil. Gotta be the deeper Why. The reason why you're not here. Gotta be clear. Nightmare. I'ma fall back, though. Take your instruction. A pure instruction. Even though it led to a pure eruption. Word. The substance got me bussin'. Who cussin'?

(hook)

You got...

you got...

you got what I want!

and

You got...

you got...

you got what I need!

Said baby, 

you got...

you got...

you got what I feel...

...and you got

what I like!

(verse 2)

Voodoosex, in a brand new Lex. Ever have that? It's like a flashback. Ever have that sip of the glass? Get my magic pissed, 'cause I'm sad...? That's the tragic shit. Your dad is a Dad. Not an Accident. You're not an accident either. Please don't give me fever in a Diva. Unless it's your mother. Yes, it's the substance. Kinda just gettin' up with it. You can trust your Pops, but I can't trust being a Pop Star. I only see me a lot. Breezin' on the block. You got Charles! Columbine Gang in my mind. SEGA in my heart. Define. Ungh!

(hook)

You got...

you got...

you got what I want!

and

You got...

you got...

you got what I need!

Said baby, 

you got...

you got...

you got what I feel...

...and you got

what I like!

(verse 3)

I got an idea! Call me the Wavy Mayfield. What you may feel, you cannot buy at Ikea! I lay there...! Deep in the groove, waitin' for you to ruuuub! I do it to death! You don't do it enooouuugh! And when you do it to get a buzz, you ruin the love! Now who's in it? So deep in the groove that I'm losing it! Your nails are hittin' my back. I told you a tale of doing that before, but the tail is asking for more... and it's raw. Cap is off. Gotta go hard. Deeper than your blowjob. This is GrownSex. No check? No neck. But oh. Guess. It's love.

(hook)

You got...

you got...

you got what I want!

and

You got...

you got...

you got what I need!

Said baby, 

you got...

you got...

you got what I feel...

...and you got

what I like!

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For further reference.

lol

#beseated

Deal(ing) with it...

This entry had/has many titles. I just went for the most blunt and direct one. Especially since I'm talking about my mental health...

I started noticing a problem around "Intervention". The tape before it was "Sonic the Hamilton", and I went crazy with the mixing of each record. The only 2 records NOT mixed by me were "10 Minutes" and "Put Cash Up (w/ Show Tufli)". I recorded those at Fight Club Studios, and they were mixed by the FCS in-house engineers. So the pressure was on to have a mix that was of Fight Club/industry standards. I mixed and mastered all of the beats before each session. I do that anyway. But yeah. Every sound was methodically put in place for StH 1. For the other records on the tape, I was highly linear with every song and mix.

If you THINK you heard it on Sonic the Hamilton, it's there.

With "Intervention", I wanted a more "modern", easy listen. So the sounds aren't in abundance, but the lyrics and lyrical content filled each void. "Intervention" has become one of my most listened-to projects.

Though I was able to keep on beat, filling in sonic gaps with words became a chore. I thought that by releasing The Pink Lavalamp subsequently (in the sequence of The Hamiltonization Process), I can take a break. But no. I went straight to work on #Awkward. 

And I had to go HARD for Rihanna (peace to Rocky).

I filled every sonic void with Rihanna's music, this time.

I knew I should've taken a break, but no. Instead, I completed #Incubeats ("At Most I'm Just"), spent 48 hours on "My Brain Is Alive" and completed "The Dead Zone" (often ignored). I don't remember much about "This Perfect Life", other than it was mostly recorded at my home studio. Mixed by Woody, mastered by yours truly (and J Dilla, if I'm being frank; but that led to more of a mental decline).

Regardless, I started projecting and receiving voices. It creeped out most of my "friends". Sciryl was there for some of it. I kinda creeped him out, too. But yeah. I started hearing sounds randomly. 

Fast forward to 2010, I'm in FULL BLOWN PSYCHOSIS. I had beef with EVERYONE. Not to mention being threatened by random Harlem cats. I told the story on "One Chain" from "...as a street rat". I made as much music as I could, to feed my StarChasers should I end up going to jail for killin' one of these mufuckas. And lo and behold, I got locked. Now, all I can do is focus on my writing and mental health. I was in the psych pod in jail. 

When I got out of jail, I intentionally moved in with one of the cats with threats on their breath. Just to see if it was gonna go down. We ended up going to London widdit. I deaded whatever beef I had (chalk it up to the game, baby) and proceeded with my life. 

We haven't spoke in some time, but... the vibes are there.

Basically, I do in fact hear voices and find it hard to sleep. So the new meds they have me on (which I've been on already) is to help me cope with it. At least I know where it all came from...

Blessings to you and yours.
New music coming soon!

#beseated