An interstellar update...

I started to not write this entry. In fact, about 4 times already I started an entry (particularly about this, but you know how random I can be...) and aborted it (sorry for any triggers). But Halo sent me this Kiwi image and.. it inspired me.

As you may know, I am with SEGA. We're trying to keep a low profile, as our landing area is (a) smack in the middle of the hood and (b) paid for by The State of California (read: me). There are certain esoteric games I simply cannot play anymore. With that, I issue an olive branch. Humans/Earthlings, don't make our *situation* harder for either of us. In fact, this is a moment for God/The Lord/Jesus.

God, allow your love to guide and warm the hearts and Spirits of everyone in the building AND the neighborhood. Lord, PROTECT us from all evil NOT welcome in our houses. You know the evil in particular. We don't welcome him here, and neither do you. Also, free the hearts and spirits of those who live here, so that EGO won't get in our way.

Jesus, get along with Sonic (in my heart).

Because I can multiply, I share my very being with... many, but in the case of #TheWorldAtLarge, a select few. A handful of this select few is Columbine Gang. We got the streets on smash (LOVE to the peace, goinon y'all!). I don't mind sharing Robotnik with the likes of Halo and Sciryl, so long as they accept SEGA as their savior from Reality.

I have more to say, but I do wanna get back to making beats/recording. I'll be back later.

#reborn.

 

Camouflage white flags

I sit here on my toilet, a president in conflict. I am aware of my nuclear arms, have access to reserve food and water, and DEFINITELY have the stripes to be a general. But I don't want to deploy. It's not in my heart to deploy. The thought alone makes me cower and concede victory (BEING the nuclear superpower).

Not knowing where to begin, I go.

The greater I make myself, the fewer people fit in #my bigger picture. The more I take myself serious, the more I see missed opportunities. I can't beat myself up about it, though. For one reason or another, said opportunity wasn't clearly made available. 

Now, I have a thing about *waiting* for love. And this particular relationship... Bro. It's still too sensitive to discuss. Just know that, someone I was *waiting* for is now off the market. I won't put your name and business out there, but while you were out there filling voids, I was out here resisting temptation. And the only tempest in my life, I made you aware of.

I've said all I can. I must prioritize me if I'm going to push forward in the public eye. No turning back ...

#thealien!!!

Evolution amd loneliness.

#Angel is complete. I sent copies of it to people of whom's opinion I value. No one said it was bad (thank God), but one reviewer felt it was too Hov-and-RecoveryEm for his liking. I feel bad about paraphrasing, but... he sent me a link to "Most Likely To Succeed" (2008) and said he needs music like this/that.

Not that it's hard to do, but... I told him from 2005-2010, I was making music for THE WHOLE WORLD. After my first incarceration, I decided to please myself.

Which means, for me, means simple phrases with ultra-complex meaning(s). 

Not only am I addressing individuals, I'm addressing THE ROOT of ALL problems. Whether you know it or not. For example, I commented on Halo's success with AI on a tape dedicated to the presence/essence of Rihanna. Rih knows the complexity, Halo appreciated the shout, all you gotta do is sit there and let the music consume you.

Don't feel wack about me not making music for the world. No one is on the same page (anymore). I make rebellious music, FROM THE INSIDE. For the young people who stumbled upon me, welcome. As wack as it is though, you might have to join a fraternity or sorority to have the bars CLEARLY explained to you.

It's like that.

Before you rule off an album as sub standard, live with it. NO ONE liked "Yeezus" when it first dropped. Now, people call it a modern classic. In this instance/instant/moment, I wouldn't mind The Curse of Kanye. His psychosis is seen as genius. My psychosis is in my music, however. If I ever flipped on you in person, you provoked it. And Ive told you my triggers. 

Regardless, I reserve the right to remain peaceful. Fuck niggas (bitches, too!), but I am rather Athenian in this Spartan-ass world of modern music (specifically Hip-Hop). I am an artist, seeking to keep my peace while I turn up the vibes (through music). 

By the way, some songs SUCK until you hear them at a party...

#Angel album art, coming soon...

#XarlesXarleXarlesXarlesXarles

the dead inner child (of CH)

I had a great conversation with my man Lou (again). In it (to make it brief), he said "never let your inner child die". I smiled, yet as I started to reply, I checked to see if I still had my inner child.

Nope.
Murdered by the hands of Scooter.

I started to bark on him for... what I felt was his "allusion" to me being "too grown", but I paused. As I paused, I felt an avalanche of emotions. Ranging from rage, to depression, to hate, to ...I don't know. I just felt that all these years of me building myself up was a cover-up for (me) not doing anything about my inner child being dead.

Now, I can't just run up in Scooter's house and BODY him. Like, on a technical side. He's in prison. And I'm sure my success is a big enough thorn in his side (though last I heard, he told his mom/my aunt to tell me that he loves me and is proud of me). But yo. My inner child comes into play every day I make music. Really, my inner child comes out in every song I don't (at least halfway) write physically. 

Lou and I hung up, still on good terms (remember; the above dialogue was inner), and I immediately went to work trying to revitalize my inner child. I expelled my spirit into my Universe, let my Spirit drift, and... wouldn't ya know it? I found him! Sitting in mom and dad's Cleveland apartment (Shaker Heights), wearing a 3-piece suit, reading The Cleveland Call & Post. 

Truth is, I always wanted to be a grown up. I As I got older, I wanted to be a mature rock star. Drugs would be involved, but only amongst family (shooting up with my wife, smoking weed with my children, doing LSD with my band). I ALMOST had the vision with Simone Porter, but she had different plans. 

Jeeeez.
Before I go into a rant about how the women in my life have all eroded at my inner child, I'll move on.

I am currently bumping Large Professor's catalogue. To me, he's hip-hop's best kept secret. So many jewels being dropped her. Definitely taking notes. As a young CH, I always wanted to battle him. 3 rounds. We would rhyme over our beats, whether in battle verses or just flow exhibitions. Simply because I wasn't outside when he was, and I felt my sound and style were superior. This is a very humbling experience. Without him, there's no CH (according to the backlog of music I'm catching up to). We often mention Pete Rock and DJ Premier, but... just off this experience alone, LargePro belongs in MANY conversations.

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#DrKiwi
#TheBlackDrRobotnik

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#cHam

Eating me (C Diddy's ear)

One of the reasons I'm not crazy about "Brooklyn Girls" is actually IN the song. The second line is, "The beat is D minor but I'm oh so major."

Well, the key is C sharp minor. The same key as "New York Raining".

I tried to identify the key without verifying it. I called it a music flex. I was off by a half-step. Just shows that, even back then, my perfect pitch was fading.

I gotta stop working with just ANYBODY. Music, especially when done on a high level, can and will take a lot out of you. And I do it at the highest level.

You know, I'm starting to realize that my time on Turn First/First Access / Republic wasn't as bad as I thought. The album was recorded in plush surroundings that made writing more comfortable, they were kind (the staff), caring... I was given money to buy my own Pro Tools set up, we went out for drinks... they just didn't want me to smoke weed. That's a BIG red flag for me.

When you smoke weed, you tap into the subconscious realm. It is here where you heard the id of everyone and everything around you. From there, you determine how to behave in your superego. I felt as though they were hiding things from me that I would pick up... not just high, but in my own environment. Granted I had an apartment, I was living with Mom and we BOTH are unfamiliar with LA.

IM SURE there's no coincidence between my breakout song and my comeback song being in the same key. Shit, both of them having something to do with New York (one I wrote, one I co-wrote) CANT be a coincidence. But it wasn't out of malice. They really wanted the best for me. I didn't squander the opportunity, but I do have to move on.

SEGA forever.

#ThrBlackDrRobotnik

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Meet #Kiwi!, #TheBlackDrRobotnik's new assistant. She's sleeping now, but when she's up...

Heaven Can Wait (C Diddy's heart)

It has come to my attention, through The Universe and from my Illuminated friends, that upon entrance into The Illuminati, one can no longer casually mention my name. Now, as much as that kicks ass and explains a lot, it also puts a hindrance on the cob actions I make through (the production of) music/ (the consumption of) media. I tried to put a muzzle on that thing (all that barking over dinner), but things got worse and the ties that bind became nuses. 

My latest celebrity crush is the sweetest thing #TheEvilI has ever encountered. Raven~Symone levels of cute and heartwarming (!). Needless to say, eye candy. But not a Skittle or Starburst. Nah. An acquired taste. And possessing a skill that would make the Chloe-est of Baileys eat her palm out. All I want to do is preserve her talent. Maybe even marinate it in the groove. 

I just don't want to lose her to #thegame. 

So she is anonymous until *I* can tangibly hold her down.

"I aint gotta doo too much..."

(#Angel, in progress)

#cHam

Take Notice (C Diddy's warning)

It's about to get hotter. The temperature won't matter soon. The potions are brewing, and the syringes are 10cc (as you are so accustomed to). Time itself will glitch, for lack of better words.

With such being the case, the price is going up. Always negotiable, but the standard has been awoken.

Respectfully.

Shouts to #TheGypsy Walasia for the hook-up. Also, peace to Tamuz and Tane for their AWESOME sound collection. I have mostly everything, but I look forward to your bundles. Pause, if need be (lol).

Peace to Just Blaze, who was an early critic (truthfully), but is tapped in to #TheHamiltonQuazar. Ye is over here, too. Just being told to stand in the corner. Or sit in a chair and face the wall. Peace(,) to Large Pro, who is making some of the most phenomenal music out.

My experience with Dr. Dre goes beyond some click bait posting, down-low but not hiding well ass faggot. Watch your mouth when you talk about someone you only know thru multimedia.

Jesus, be a fence.

Sonic, make no sense.

Pardon me, Mike and Stik. That's just my passion talking.

#cHam

(#TheBlackDrRobotnik)

Emo word cobbler

Granted I'm articulate, this post will just be strung beads of emotion.

Year 10 without Mom. She was one of the most ... Nah... She was THEE most loving person I knew. I often found myself trying to find her type of love in others. Needless to say, it left a void that her death only amplified. Kids, you only get one mother. In the hood, Dad isn't always present and Mom doesn't always have class. Mom raised me right. And though the distance was and is great, Dad is goals.

After 4 attempts last night, we finally got a full 9-out-of-12 hour set. Thank you to those who stuck around. I do have a lot of ideas for drops this year. Jr. might come back, TTMH has a new mix folder (from which you can find the 4-part NYE '26 set)... all kind of ideas (Common/PR). I just have to worry about self-sufficiency. I can't keep giving high-level music for free, as if #TheProcess isn't in the marketplace.

Or can I?

I'm establishing a system for my music that is only verified and backed (technically) by StarChasers. Basically, I see which records catch a buzz amongst my people (outside of personal favorites and beats) and take note for a future retail release. Still, one thing Napster showed is if the listener is satisfied with music upon free download, they are "40%" likely to BUY it.

I believe in you, StarChasers!

This damn blow-up doll of a love life I have, b. Baddie and I are drifting even further apart, and ... Yo. For the first time in a long while, I don't have a woman in my life. I literally put and am putting music first (to tap back into earlier in this post). Except, it's more than the production/rhyme/song, etc. I'm looking at EVERYTHING. Yes I have a team, but it's impressive when you can bring action items to the table. So I guess this lone-time is making me a greater beast overall.

I'm just lonely.

I mean, bro. I'm not even looking at women the same way (pause). The better they look, the more they cost. This ain't high school. I can't just play Usher on the piano and get affection. I gotta wear the freshest shit, smell good, need maintained hair... And that's BEFORE the word "rapper" gets tossed around. It is possible that LA is leaving me jaded. Said with respect to this beautiful city and state.

Let her cook!

Look forward to this year, StarChasers. The gears are set to make it one for the books. I'll be honest, 2008-10 put a bad taste in my mouth (as far as industry politics and my "peers"). So maybe that's the fear of fame. But now, the personal side is SITUATED. Sha and I are good, H2 and I are good, Dre (Lenox) is holdin me down, Leroy is back in the picture... I feel unstoppable. 

All I gotta do is execute.

That's the key word (for me at least) for 2026. EXECUTE. EXECUTION. DOOIT, nigga.

#CH