Jim Jones Christ Superstar

I need those who are not confident in my unwritten rhyme skills to watch this video until the end. Jim Jones, alongside Max B, Jay-Z, VS Diamond, SKE the Heistman and MANY other figures I've met in my life, are mentally GENIUSES. 

To write in one's head is to literally PROJECT the words you want to say, MENTALLY, OUTSIDE OF YOUR MIND. And ALL YOU CAN DO is tell the truth about yourself. Certain figures, ala Jay, subconsciously placed "mirrors" on their outer being, to deflect the "subliminal" lyrical attacks. In fact, if you diss Hov, you end up dissing yourself. In my case, it's revealing secrets I wouldve taken to the grave.

What Mr. Jones is doing is NOT easy. And his hard past reflects itself in his lyrics. Yet he's STILL able to say some slick shit in every other line. I can't speak on Harlem's POV of him, but knowing him personally, he's ABOUT his craft. He's just haunted by ...well, the things he raps about.

I've made it clear that I don't want to pick sides between Jones and Giles. I just want Cam to BLACK creatively, to get the upper hand in this battle that could turn into an internal bloody war.

Sit down, El Pollo Loco.

Gotta run. More posts soon.

#thephenom!!!

Super!

I feel really good about the #SuperCharlesHamilton music. It's chaotic, creative, honest, raw, existential, conservative... Just what you would expect from something "super". Idk about dropping previews, but if you email me (charleshamiltonreturns@gmail.com), I just may send you some stuff ... For a fee.

Tune into my poetry blog today. I plan on dumping some emotions on it.

I gotta take better care of myself. I can see me becoming a hater of the flawless, because of my glaring flaws.

Hopefully, this inspires other Goths (of whom are in the shadows/darkness) to step out and embrace The Sun...

#reborn

Truth the ugly.

Lately, the mirror has been my WORST enemy. I have a huge knot on my head from when I crashed out at VS Diamond's house, as well as a scar from a fight in prison. The aforementioned scars truly blemish my (rather) handsome face, of which is peppered with freckles. But now, there's a new terror:

My teeth are rotting out.

I got some dental work done in 2015, and during the pandemic they started to come undone. So when I went in for the procedure, they removed a tooth that was said to cause other teeth to fall out. And slowly, but surely, that's what's happening. I have a contingency plan for if any of my front teeth fall out, but fuck that shit. I must make some money. 

Then I can get veneers or whatever.

As if my teeth being fucked isn't enough, I have a nagging, lingering gut. I have been working out (not as much lately), and I watch what I eat... it's water weight from the meds. Of which I'm sticking to, truly. So I'm kinda stuck with this guy until I'm financially free from the meds.

Remember. In order to stay here, I gotta stay on the meds.

Finally, with many more flaws to complain about, my feet are a travesty. Bad grooming habits. I can take MUCH better care of myself. I guess I need to give myself reason to. There is officially no woman in my life. If I get dressed up/fresh'd up, it's to BE in the public eye. Like, I would be a person of interest where I'd be going. Otherwise, I have no reason to dress to kill.

Warning: I clean up nicely.

Columbine Gang, btw...

#CzH

AI imagines Super Charles Hamilton

It's a start.

Thank you, Grok.

Send your images of Super Charles Hamilton to charleshamiltonreturns@gmail.com.

I love you guys' art work.

#pheNOM!!!

 

Another year of Hip-Hop...

Technically, hip-hop has been around since ancient times. Through oppression, repression and regression, we have lost our roots. It's not a lost artform, nevertheless. Speaking for myself, I am very critical of hip-hop. It is highly influential, among impressionable youth (specifically). If used correctly, it can boost the morale of generations coming and going.

I didn't do anything different today, considering it was another birthday for our beloved artform. Handled business, made a few beats... kept it pretty low-profile. 

I wrote this post on August 11th, 2025. I forgot to post it. Jeez...

I'll be around.

#therebirth

Marvel @ this...

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No fact-checking, all hood-"based" speculation.

Only addressing it because people close to me have.

What I have is not much, but it's everything.

I strive for more.

And I have representatives. 

And there's no oath.
Only rituals.

If you're not down with rituals OF ANY KIND, don't enter the music business.

Correct me if I'm wrong.
I have a master teacher.

#reborn 

The future of Live @ 12...

There's a few reasons why I'm not live yet. For starters, I have a meeting with my psychologist that's running overtime. Later, I have a conference call with Universal. Then, my wifi connection is poor. So poor, that YouTube cuts the whole session. 

I MAY try to stream tomorrow (Saturday), as there will be less people using the network. Usually happens that way, on the weekends. But yeah. Until I can get to a sturdy wifi connection where I can make x amount of noise, Live @ 12 is dead. Call it Live w/ The Talented, as all of my production-centered live streams will be placed in this playlist.

I'll be around, y'all. 

I look worse in person.

#mylords...

The vision.

 If you've been in tune with me since I hit the scene in 2008, you'll notice a pattern. From clothing to flowing. There is a reason for such. I want you to get used to me being around, while accepting the distance placed between us. Yes I wear pink, but I'm not social. Yes I wear black, but I'm hopeful. I identify as a Goth, but I have a great relationship with God. I'm peaceful, but have ties to the streets. I suck at relationships, but I'm always in one.

I have shared parts of my professional and family history, in hopes to get you to open up about your scars... TO HELP YOU GET PASSED THEM. I don't like the feeling of wallowing in one's own sorrow. Nothing gets done. So if being progressive about my ever loving soul seems me NOT Gothic, so be it. But I know my history in the darkness, and Harlem knows it too. I'd venture to say NEW YORK, CITY AND STATE, KNOWS I GET DOWN IN THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT.

I'm more than aware that Curtis Mayfield and James Brown are not immediate picks for Goths to listen to. But JB is cited as the father of heavy Metal with his screeching on a song. And Mayfield is/was the voice of a revolution that STARTED with Blacks, but was meant for any and all pariah of the world. I just wanted to open the Gothic mind and heart to fuel for one's spoken word exploits.

Look. No one wrote the blueprint for my existence in the public eye. I used to model myself after Em. Nuances and all. It worked, but I only saw and heard Em, and not enough of myself. When I finally got the courage to go in the booth and vent, I felt more like myself. Granted I was subbing Hov in every other bar, and Marshall caught a few strays, but it was all uncensored, unfiltered CH.

I can stand behind that. In due time, I'll break it all down and it'll be easier to digest. Until then, everyone has a 3rd eye, 4th ear, 5th nose and 6th sense. Upon discovering yours, the definitions become easier to access. And even if that doesn't work, you are witnessing a hopeless Goth struggle to believe in himself... on beat.

And having a blast dooinit.

#reborn

36, in a karate class

I now have the ammunition and fuel to write the following...

The music I made from 2012-2025 makes ME happy. I get joy when it comes down to bustin' down lines and adding syllables. I get a thrill when I take subconscious stabs at people who hurt me, on any scale. My greatest self-defense is my mind, and I express such when I don't "take time to write" a verse/song. In fact, I find it to be more valuable to record EVERY MOMENT of my time when I'm making music. 

It all attests to magic/magick.

Someone pointed out to me that the music since coming home in 2011 is more cryptic and has less syllables than my previous work (eg. #TheHamiltonizationProcess). He admitted that he's comparing me to Em. I simply told him not to (compare me to Em), because there's no comparison. Em does what he does with words, I do what I do with MUSIC. My MUSIC since 2012 has been more MUSICAL. More flow-centric. The content is there, the syllables are there (when you listen), the flow is off the charts... the average listener may not be up on just how high-quality this music is.

He brought up the coughs and belches. I tried to explain that it's a part of the context, but that's an uphill battle. Listen. I did voice-over work for about 6 years. I know how to convey a character in my delivery of mentally-composed spoken word. Then he brought up my talks of incest and Illuminati dealings. Honestly, that stuff is a deep part of me, and one should feel privileged to even know about it. One day, you're knowledge of me could save your life.

I pray such a day never happens.

I been defending myself in my music. Against those who want me to focus on them more. Against those who want me to live THEIR version of MY dream. Against anyone I have to downplay myself for in order to maintain the presence of. If you can't get down with that, I have to respect it. Maybe you need something more cut-and-dry. But such was the case back in 2008. Only to have people turn back around in 2010 and say the contrary. Timeless music takes time to digest. 

And one's goal is to NEVER be just like their hero. Just be as great, somehow.

#thealienXarles!!!

Under the Influence

There was a time in my life where I was ONLY influenced by the people I worked with directly. Some could say "chilled with", but every moment with each other was creative. I'm talking about Sciryl, Kesed, Yung Nate, Sha-leik and Halo.

Those were my go-to guys for inspiration.

After The Pink Lavalamp, Sha-leik stayed with the sonic direction of it while I branched out. I always wanted to challenge his ear, and he always came to me with new beat ideas ("Reminder" was an amalgamation of sounds we collected; no direct sample). We even developed our own means of communication through sound. I wonder if he remembers that.

I met Sciryl at... well, he told the story in my documentary. We been cyphering with each other since the day we met. MUSICALLY, we go in different directions, but we always jousts with our liquid swords.

Yung Nate is my partner in crime. From felonies to celebrities. We may bump heads on how we live our personal lives, but I can count on him to hold me down. He's a loose cannon about me, and I'm Johnny Cochran about him. That's what hip-hop should be.

Kesed is the illest post breathing. The Poet's Circle always gives that title to Oveous Maximus, but Kesed has GENERATIONS of poets shaking in their boots. I am HONORED to say I'm his friend, and that when I'm in my darkest hour, I can count on him for support. I'll never forget that about him.

Halo and I share The Sun. And he's so ill, sometimes I just gotta give it to him. I love him like he's a celebrity, and he knows how big of a star I am. I try not to alienate him with it, and I think he sees that. As with the other influences, he asks to be in the background. Am I wack for seeing their star potential and pushing them forward?

Well, too late.

Love y'all.

H2 x Sciryl x CH

Sha-leik x CH

Sha-leik x CH x YungNate x PDunner

CH x Kesed

Paris, or PDunner, was class of '04. HIGHLY respected graduating class. Broke ground in the educational system (at least in New York) FOREVER. I mention him on #TheBingeVol1 as "the best rapper alive". I have since graduated to believing that I was poor righteous teacher, this beyond being categorized as a GOAT. I mean, you can give me the title. I'm responsible.

Lol

New York, stand up!!!

#therebirth

Ge-hinn down...

 Vibration compels me. I must address the people.

I find that, in the new music, I mostly enjoy songs addressing how good God/The Lord/Jesus is to me. "Keep On", a song from "Out Of My League", is in HEAVY rotation. The context is, The Lord spoke to me and said, "Even though you dwell in the opposition of me, keep on gettin' down.". I couldn't deny her of how right she is/was. But i want The Lord to know that I'm on her/his side as well.

See, the pact I have with God, The Lord and Jesus is, I will speak the blasphemies of everyone, while they accept all. So my songs, from 2010-present, are anti-Gospel songs. Sing them freely, as that's what they were meant for. But KNOW that while you dwell in Heaven, I am on Earth, toiling in your name.

So mote it be.

The song changes.

np: "Charles Is Bad"

Before I blog about "Charles Is...", there's a record hidded in my upcoming releases that I talk about OFTEN. "GOD (Get On Down)". God guided my tongue through it. I felt it. Acts 2:38, type shit.

The Holy Trinity (GodThelordJesus) suit me quite well. But on behalf of all my Pagans out there (YOU ALL), I gotta light them ass on fire.

New music, coming soon.

"Keep on gettin' down... keep on gettin' down..."

The blog about DJ Premier

I have a tendency to give flowers to the most random, yet crucial time(s). DJ Premier came to mind today, seemingly out of nowhere. And even though I have my biases (J Dilla, DJ Jazzy Jeff, etc.), I think highly and fondly of The Talented Mr. Martin.

Growing up in Harlem (at the time), I always heard Gang Starr or Premier-produced records. Likely because I would listen to Future Flavas and Stretch and Bob. So I always took a liking to his sound. But it was the Gang Starr record "Discipline" that made me look at him like a sensei.

From there, he became like a hip-hop barometer. If you couldn't see Premier supporting or being behind it, it wasn't hip-hop. Now, I pride myself on being Rock and Roll. Still, I am rather Acid Jazz and deeply Gospel. Like a Premier beat, all those sauces are blended within and baked to flawless imperfection.

Our styles and STYLINGS are pretty different. But the fundamentals of lacing a tight beat for a dope MC to go for broke on is still present. I probably wouldn't be into hip-hop as much without Primo (Em/Dre excluded; they're like Acid Jazz).

Thank you, DJ Premier.

Inspiration forever.

#therebirth

"...users are the only abusers..."

 LA is a dope house. In every neighborhood, you can see the primary drug (and it's influence). Weed is everywhere. But for the right price, so is any and everything else.

I'm not interested in relapsing. Outside of what I do in my imagination, I just drink a little and smoke weed. Still, there's like a pressure from all those who know I have a history with Dope to... kinda be back on it. I'm always being told to write, make another Lavalamp, make what the radio's making to make the money, ...all that shit does is fuel a rebellion from which they stand to go broke from.

See & Hear: I'm fine. I am going into my 38th(!!!) Year accomplished and accounted for. I can't ask for a better status. Just know that I am in a position in life where, if I don't do it, it doesn't benefit me. And just because YOU don't see the benefit, doesn't mean it's not there.

I sleep better at night, thanks to my small exploits of time and attention. And there's no lady in my life to hold accountable (for), so I get to sleep late. Still, I'm up, writing to an audience of #theesoteric.

Nite nite.

I know the title is out of context. So are most critiques of me and my music.

#therebirth

Sonic frontiers

I began working on a new project. This time, under the name of Super Charles Hamilton. Think Sonic the Hamilton gone Super, and Charles Hamilton playing the role of Super Mario. I know I said "Out Of My League" was a Charles Hamilton release, but at the time of writing this, I have it listed as a Super Charles Hamilton project. When it hits streaming, it will be listed as Charles Hamilton.

But yeah. The project is called "Adrenaline". Don't wanna get into too many details, but it's about being a casualty in the Battle of The Sexes. Musically, it covers most ground. SONICALLY, it's male-oriented. Now that I have the tools to be less abrasive without losing rage (in my mixes), I'm debating on whether it needs to be so rough to exert the feeling of conflict. The ladies will be well-represented.

#TheBipolarSunshine set a standard, and it's not even out...

Bedtime. Just wanted to exercise my thoughts.

#reborn

the downward spiral, controlled.

Admittedly, I been on the lower end of the bipolar section. Mainly the news of Baddie, but... yeah, I mean, that's it. I feel I invested a lot into her (non-financial) and I walked away with memories and ...yeah that it's. However, I think of it like this... or JUST thought of this, JUST now... 

if I hadn't met Baddie, I would've never had an apartment in LA (with the amenities it has).
So I'm thankful to TheFather for my growth and our relationship.

Now I'm not down. 
Or was this/were these the thoughts I had before I opened up blogger?

Speaking of creative differences, I got the green light from #mgmt to drop the new/unreleased music. Meaning, there will be a Google Drive link for Dr. Hamilton, as well as the much talked about The Rebirth of Charles Hamilton and CH. I'm still on the fence about finishing my God Eddie-Lee and The-Devil music. It got a lil REAL up in here. lol

I'm literally pushing beyond depression/bipolar y'all! I am actually dooinit! I take my meds, workout lightly, and instead of spending EVERY WAKING MOMENT MAKING MUSIC, ...well, I still kinda do that. lol

#nowarning...

another one bites the dust.

Not sure how I feel today. CYoung left EARLY this morning. 6:30 something. We had a GREAT time. Made some phenomenal music, had awesome conversations... balanced each other out. I am honored to have him as a friend, and he DEFINITELY gives me my flowers, as well as just be a great guy to be and have around.

This, countered by Baddie officially breaking up with me. I got her to a certain place, domestic violence and all, and she's ready to see what else is out there. I'm not mad at her. I felt her drifting for a while. Men, putting your hands on a woman makes you less sexy. No matter how much money you have, no matter your influence. So I definitely learned such as a lesson. I don't have a history of putting my hands on women, but I have been provoked by MANY women. 

I often ask myself what I'm doing wrong. Where I'm GOING wrong. In the beginning, I was HYPER-affectionate. Fall in love in the first 5 minutes. Then I started "playing games" (crying ass, bitch ass people who SWEAR I play games in the rules of engagement). It was really just casting love spells RIGHT IN FRONT of them. Once they got it, however, it was all over (by then). Now, I'm just a dirty White boy, wishing for an Ebony treat. 

Maybe I watch too much porn.

I have no options of a "replacement" for Baddie. I literally stuck my neck out for her, only to end up here in the end. I'm glad I helped her find herself, but I LOST MYself in the process. "Falcon Phoenix" were all songs TO, FOR, INSPIRED BY and ABOUT her. It's already hard as FUCK to listen to those tapes, knowing that I hurt her "as deeply" as I did. Though I blew it, we both had some growing up to do. Not every man is abusive, not every woman is worthy of #theworks.

"And you just don't get it. Keep it copasetic. And you learn to accept it. No. You're so pathetic."

#TheReturnOf...

Over your head.

As a (recording) artist, my mother always told me not to alienate my audience. Here I sit, on this toilet, guilty. Not only do I go over your head, I go out of your reach. Sha-leik said I spit lyrics that only God would understand. Well, isn't that Gospel? The argument is, if it's between me and God, I don't have to put it out. 

But it brings me such joy to provide music!

Well, if only God understands, so be it. I have long harvested and fostered my relationship with God/The Lord/Jesus, and for my complex music to be digested by The divine, I can't deny it. With hope, ANY of the three will break down what I mean, this proving their existence and vindicating me of the "psychosis" title.

PSYCHIC, maybe. But my head is in tact and in check.

To complain would be to curse a blessing. I just wish God... moreso The Lord... would show mercy. I already carry a heavy weight, AM a heavyweight, and only want to be gentle to a woman. Baddie isn't letting me NEAR as close as before. This is my fault. But for whatever Smollet reason, I can't let her go.

Stuck as a puppet.

CYoung leaves tomorrow. Gonna be a sad 4:30am. His flight leaves early. We go live shortly. Might record some new 3YM stuff, definitely gonna make beats... Gonna be one for the books. Stay tuned!

I love you, StarChasers.

I love you, friends and family.

I love you, my significant. Whoever you are.

Sorry for the Ally McBeal outro.

~Jr.~

late night triggered

I'm up. Made SEVERAL beats within the hour. New techniques, new song ideas, still the same loser. Or, should I say "ALL NU SHIT!!!!!!!!!" I'm a new being (Nubian) like Brand! lol dad bars. Anyway, I'm up and moody. CYoung has been a PLEASANT guest. The same can't be said about certain "authors" I allowed to sleep on my couch. I haven't spoken to bleep bleep in several months. And frankly, good riddance. 

My thoughts are cluttered. Meaning, there are so many things I want to say (and am saying) that... it's hard to get it all out. I don't know where to begin, and I don't know if I'll end. I have been in a renaissance of sorts here in LA. My beats have more bars that I do, however. I think that's how Snoop and Dre did it. They BLACKED in the production process, just leaving Snoop to... just be himself. 

Which, in this case, is gangsta.

I am listening to The Bipolar Sunshine. It's great, but I can tell I need to rest. Like earlier today, I was trying to find a record and was STUMPED. I had to take a nap, to reset my console. 

Who thinks video game talk is corny?

I can TURN YOU OFF with music/musician talk.

My man Billionaire Dre hooked me up with some new kicks. My LA Uptowns are COOKED. But I WILL NOT be walkin the streets on the regular with these. Special occasions of which I gotta step out to.

I might take a nap right now, as a matter of fact. Gotta get up in a few hours anyway. Prepare myself for Live @ 12!!!




The Bipolar Sunshine.

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Oh yeah! Expect it soon!!! Shouts to DJ Enjetic.

#reborn