[Enter the Hamilton.]: December 2024

Boom bye-bye

Now that this faggot is in check, I'd like to thank God for creating SEGA and SEGA for inspiring me creatively from a young age. In common, we PROVIDE the cutting edge and ARTICULATE the unspeakable.

There is no way to verbalize the story of Sonic the Hedgehog without one first seeing the movie.

And the philosophy still resounds!, by the way.

Back to God, The Lord and SEGA.

Pardon me, Jesus, for dealing more directly with your father. I simply feel that God and I have a bond that is not to be broken. I'm like death, and YOU died.

God x Lord, I would love to see a cat fight over me one day. Sounds cheesy and macho, but women AS A WHOLE are jaw-droppingly (...) and diabolical plots are in effect to take them from me! In exchange for saving women, can I be a potbelly heartthrob?

I don't know what guy wouldn't like to see 2 chicks fight over him. Lol forgive me. In defense though, Your Honor, it's LITERARY porn. You can see it all day, as it's written. Doesn't mean it can be manifested.

"I put down the cans, and they ran AMOK!"

-JAY-Z, "Picasso Baby"

#thismorningKingCharles

Next year, no more you

So here we are. Here is the attention you've been looking for from me since you sexually assaulted me in 2008. I've heard all your music, seen all your interviews, know about all your beefs, etc. I'm not amused, I'm not impressed. Your earlier work resonated with me more than everything you've done in the mainstream. I'm sure you make your "city" proud, but you are a mere annoyance to me.

You've been using my energy to get the attention of everyone, from my loved ones to the beloved strangers of fandom. It's despicable. When I got back in the mainstream in 2015, I was looking for your head. I saw a few of your "artists", and they loved me to the moon and back. You were nowhere to be found.

I'm open to a collab. To prove that I am LEAGUES ahead of you. And though I CAN forgive you, I'ma need some cash for all these years of watching you be me. There is proof of what I speak of. I just can't trust the person who is in possession of said proof. Regardless, I remain Omarion amongst you and the Chris Stokes of the world. And I remain The Sun to my StarChasers.

I will not be talking about you in the coming year. Not even during #Big3 debates. In my opinion, your skill has been eradicated by your treachery. You don't entertain me. You don't educate me. You're not more handsome than me. You're not more ugly than me. You are a tool. A product. Enjoy where you WERE in life, because it's gonna take Bishop TD Jakes himself to get you back to the top. And even then, you'd be a margin of what you were.

Which is a margin of a man.

Which makes you just like a target of mine.

But next year, no more you.
And don't ask for a do-over.

#beseated

Out the bag with the cat...

So I dropped "The Master (5)" yesterday in the King Charles folder. First off, thank yous go to The Honorable Dr. Dre for releasing the instrumentals. Second, I officially put on wax that I was sexually assaulted by Drake in 2008. It was a hard sell, and it wasn't my idea to do it. However, it was done in the name of therapy and release.

The person with the battery for me can be heard at the end of each song on the tape. He was hyped and ready for war (still is), while I just want it (all) to be over. So hopefully you can hear me out over the cries of warfare and accept the BARS that came with it.

The most Drake can do is fight me over it. He can't sue me, and he's too arrogant to work with me. I tried to play into his world in 2015. Didn't work. More red tape than actually leaving him alone. And no, this isn't a mental health lapse. "Funny how someone else's success brings pain", huh? I never did shit to you.

But we can make this real quick:

Either you fuck w/ me or you fuck w/ Drake. I dead don't see a Collab anytime soon. The line in the sand has been drawn.

Where do you stand?

Safe to say, this is a Civil Jihad between Canada and The US.

Y'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truth...

#beseated

The King Charles Era, released!!!

Go straight to http://charleshamilton.app to pick up this year's music.

And stay there until the end of the year.

Excited yet?

#beseated

God damn it... (Em voice)

Alas, I have broken ANOTHER cell phone. Thankfully, I had a back-up. Problem is, I can't log into my new phone because I need the older phone to verify that it is definitely me using the account. Thankfully, I was able to move the old SIM card into the newer phone. Still, no luck getting my contacts.

SO.

If you want to get in contact with me via cell phone, e-mail me your number and I will get in touch with you ASAP.

Nevertheless, this could mean that I need to make my circle smaller (no homo).

In fact, those who WANT to talk to me know how they can.

lol

Those who NEED to talk to me know how they can, too.

Outside, y'all...

#thismorningKingCharles...

A Master Piece

Sit back and watch a master bait.

#stillKing

See what I mean?

Today, the polo is different and I'm wearing khakis... from a few days ago.
I gotta wash the 666 tee.

#beseated

Holiday dump

Clearly, I've been cooking.

When I'm on GRIND mode, I rarely shower and change my clothes. And I'm ALWAYS in grind mode.

Pardon me.

#therebirth

Masters (and commonfolk)

"Mastery: The Love Album" got A LOT of traction since it was reviewed by the StarCHaser Central Podcast. I would like to thank (first of all) MF DOOM for providing the instrumentals. Second, I wanna thank Stik and Mike for reviewing the tape. I feel like all my projects are top tier, and it takes inside knowledge to understand. I OFTEN provide this knowledge, to the dismay of The Illuminati, the further confusion of the layperson and the discomfort of me, not knowing where this knowledge will take you.

Since the review of #TheLoveAlbum, I recorded FOUR MORE Mastery's. All relevant, all timeless. Just under pen names I haven't properly introduced. I can't wait until y'all get a dose of this dope.

I'm so excited for the end of year festivities. I'm gonna come out of my shell, from in my cocoon. You're gonna love it.

I pray for everyone. My fellow Goths and my Hollywood counterparts. But I am of the darkness. The very darkness you shun. I am a combination of Slipknot and Korn in the shell of a awkward sized 40-year old Negro male. Gothizm oozes from my pores, staining my pink polos. My grooming habits don't bespeak my handsomeness. And I am seriously fighting the urge to carve again.

I miss you, God.

Come back to me.

Damn. I probably shouldn't have wrote that I want to carve. I want to do it more.

If I do decide to do it, I won't slit the main vein. I just gotta feel again.

Whatever. I'm okay.

Being a Master comes with pain.