In Effect 0fficial lyrics

 

Columbine Gang. 

Get down till there's NO... ground to get under, to get underground, to get to the ground. Get the floor. 

(verse 1)

Give up the law. Get up the wall. Climb that ladder. It happens to be what happens to be when you don't climax at a badder chick than the chick I had, and I called her average. Your average chick gets pissed at my existence, because I "make them hips switch." They go from pissed and ballistic at the nature of men, to being the ballistic hater. Spraying them. Talk the action. Different genders. Charles imagined this was #Splenda. Some shit to get down with. With a chick in mind... mind the distance, please. I mind my business. At ease. Happily free from all of these things. But married to a beat that isn't mine. Breaking it down. There's no spine. Time to love me sometimes, yeah. 

(hook)

Greed is in effect!

Vanity is in effect!

How to *B* is in effect!

How to *C* is in effect!

Who's livin' it up?

(verse 2)

Aimed at no target. Bullets are hard because of speed. Sonic the Hedgehog. Looking across the streets, at everybody dead and gone. I'm blasting the glock, babe. Don't get mad. I want the top, hey. And if I'm not in your mouth, lyrically, I'ma be in your house spiritually. Fuck your couch because it mirrors me. It got ya ass all over it. Please don't sober the kid. Like I said, going ballistic when I'm holding the pistol, throwing a Kip at niggas. Kipps Bay! A grip away from showing you what mo's and even sicker and quicker. I dove in the liquor elixir. Implanted by Kendrick. Skip the generation to face me. Skip the penetration. Okay, b?

(hook)

Greed is in effect!

Vanity is in effect!

How to *B* is in effect!

How to *C* is in effect!

Who's livin' it up?

(verse 3)

The only nigga in the 'Hood getting stigmatas. God, I live proper. I live modest. I don't mind the pain. Can I get a little gain? You know, like Distortion. Empty out the game like Drano. All up in the sink with my Hell. I bring it to you well. And wash the dishes. Off ya noggin if you're talking shitznit. Awkward isn't it? The way I just stalk motherfuckers; leave 'em all in penmanship... of which existed. But not now. I been knocked down Donnie McClurkin. Get right back up, nigga. Tyson. Never been knocked out. Brawled a lot. I talked a whole lot of shit. But I go off the biscuit, nodding/sipping... how do you do it? Especially when the powder in the booth's what I'm missing. Make a difference. Make it a vibe. Make it a scripture. Make it in your own behind. Motherfuckers. 'Cause I own.

(hook)

Greed is in effect!

Vanity is in effect!

How to *B* is in effect!

How to *C* is in effect!

Who's livin' it up?

Shouts to 9th for making joints like this, where I can just get some pain off.

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Greatest Hits?

I've been going back and forth with this for a while. Prayer, meditation, exercise... all the above, implemented before even speaking on this.

In 2012, I pretty much denounced my 2005-2011 music. I didn't really explain it too much. I'll do it here. I feel that I minced too many words in my written songs. The things I wanted to say, I let magic convey. The subconscious, is better the phrase. I let my/your subconscious relay whatever message it was I was trying to get across with writing.

I always toyed with the idea of being a Satanist. I grew up in a Pentecostal household, and went to Catholic school. This fine line I walked led to mass confusion/conclusions drawn about who I am/was. 

Music recorded without being previously written both drew a line in the sand and eroded the line. I tapped into every Luciferian fantasy, the imagination of Beelzebub and ACTUALLY RECORDED IN THE PRESENCE OF THE DEVIL. I may have been under horrific conditions, but I had comfort.

Come to find out, that comfort is God's love.

Now what do I do? 

I can't just turn away The 3 *drKiwis*. I'm not all the way sold on Hell's Belles. I'm too private for both Heaven and Hell. 

Another one of my closer StarChasers asked me if I'm going to denounce my 2012-2024 music, in the name of God/Jesus. I don't know if I can. If they know my heart, they know why I #ran to The Darkside. It's almost obvious isn't it? Tap in with The Devils, get a free security guard? 

I knew and know what I was doing.

It's for you.

As long as you have a beating heart, nothing can beat you to death (except death itself).

The least able of the Planeteers controlled heart.

Without it, do you think Capt. Planet would survive?

I appreciate the concern. Just pick up whatever jewels come with the journey and build yourself up.

I'll catch up.

witchya fast ass asses!

#CH

A StarChaser’s concern

 

The other night, I went manic and transcribed A LOT of my music, from the last 10 years. And didn’t explain a bar. Just exuding confidence, one would assume. Wouldn’t you know it?, the notion of mass publishing my lyrics concerned a StarChaser. They didn’t go too in on the “diagnosis”, they just know that late nite shadows trigger me.

He was right though. I was in my bag when I found the D12 “Just Like U” instrumental, and started scraping when I thought to add that picture as the song’s background (for YouTube). As much mystique as the *drKiwi* possesses, she was a good church girl. I shouldn’t have cheated. I was just depressed about the news of “Hamilton, Charles” not making me any money. In fact, no excuses. I should’ve been man enough to express to *drKiwi* that I needed more attention/affection. At the same time, her devotion to God went further than her need for a companion. In other words, she would feel guilty about the fucked up shit we did in bed together.

I almost want to lol about it.

But that little girl? That girl is my heart. Just an orb of light and spirit. Love her to death. She knew another man was her father, but she asked *drKiwi* if I could be her real dad one day. It brought both of us to our knees.

I see you, Dr. Dre.

You’re always on time.

And thank you, #AnonymousStarChaser. You already mean the world to me (just by being here), and your spot is solidified. All you did was further fuel my desire to be the best me I can be. Funny, because my dad used to preach the same core values (be the best you that you can be). Seems like I’m indoctrinating StarChasers into being…….

Hamiltonites?!

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Heart No More 0fficial lyrics

 (Verse 1)

Facing the blues. Making the music to face the blues to. Face the music, I said. They told me to make the music to face the music... to. Like "...be murdered by". You could be murdered by me on the mic, but it's peace. See how I'm bleeding from the heart to give peace? Seeing the start of it was music, I go back to what I was doing. And I'm bleeding in the palm of my hand, heart beating on and on again. So I'm speaking on what got me bleeding from the beginning, which is the peace I offer to begin with. A sentence, living in it, until I'm winded. You dig? 

(Hook)

I have an emergency. 

I can't feel my heart no more. 

All I have is my mind, you see? 

And I can feel it walking out the front door. 

Yeah. 

(Verse 2)

I kind of lost it. Her vagina in the faucet. Dipping from my chin, kissing it again and again. She licked it off my tongue. She's with it. "Charles, you the one!" I dig it. Charles Hamilton, on a sink with a chick who needs to begin drinking. I got your back until the end. Sipping like a reptilian. Yes, till the end. My weapon says it's effervescent, so anybody coming around has yet to see the end. And their destiny will be met. For you, though. Musical judo. If you don't roll, sue you. 

(Hook)

I have an emergency. 

I can't feel my heart no more. 

All I have is my mind, you see? 

And I can feel it walking out the front door. 

Yeah. 

(Verse 3)

Collective Soul, where do I want this lecture to go? To the top of the toes. And whoever knows that I got the flow to make it all come through. An awesome move. Come chill with me, while I build. For real, the scene is type ill. You'll feel me. You'll feel mean. And we'll feel mean together when we believe these other MCs and producers are in tune with true shit. I wish we could do what we do with to. Too official. Baby, I'm moving with you. Not even moving, but who's the issue? Spiritual. 

(Hook)

I have an emergency. 

I can't feel my heart no more. 

All I have is my mind, you see? 

And I can feel it walking out the front door. 

Yeah. 

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so mote it be.

#CH

Queen's Cocaine 0fficial lyrics

 

This morning King Charles... 

(Verse 1)

It's an innocent vibe. Whether we kissing over the phone... "...through the phone", like an enemy of mine... or I'm digging in between your thighs... I'm pleasing me by pleasing thee. I need to be quite free for me to miss you. Indeed, that be the issue. The beats with me and missing you, kisses you... my reflection is bad. Take a little minute to reflect on just what we have. Must we clash? I hate when it happens. So I'm taking the magic and making some madness for you to bang to. Dangerous.

(Hook)

I see you in my reflection, you are all in my face. 

I see you as my reflection. 

Let's get out of this place. 

(Verse 2)

Whether you consider it lust or love, it's what was just for both of us. I woke up, you spoke up. I know too much. You hold what I hold as a secret and release the deep kiss. Sweating. Not even a wedding. Not even Redding. Otis, I have to beheaded. Whatever it is, it's not even a lotus for me to kiss and cherish. A different chair you sit in, a different chair you sit on. A different position, I care and get on about my day. Once I see that you're fine and you're fine like me. Finally. Must you be like me? 

(Hook)

I see you in my reflection, you are all in my face. 

I see you as my reflection. 

Let's get out of this place. 

(Verse 3)

My rage can kill, so I'm taking pills. Baby, I need to stay still for my lady. I need you. Be there for me. Regardless of my therapy, all the love that I dare to see is bottled up and right here with me. Sip it to get by. No kisses. No distance between you and I. Just missions I gotta embark on. Mission complete, all I wish to get when I drift in the street. I'm glad that you listen to me. I just need a kiss from thee. If it's different, peace. I hope you find peace with me. 

(Hook)

I see you in my reflection, you are all in my face. 

I see you as my reflection. 

Let's get out of this place. 

To have a Queen in THIS kingdom, boy.........

#TTMH

Weirdo Tings 0fficial lyrics

 

What I gotta do to let y'all niggas know? I am the nicest ever. Hardcore, commercial, what you wanna do? You wanna wile out? You wanna dance? Don't matter to me, I got all that time, baby...

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby. 

Gotta get it right. 

You're not in my life. 

I got to get over you, baby. 

(Verse 1)

More passion is death. I ain't even askin' for sex. Askin' for rest for the rest of my life. When I choose to. In between time, I'm makin' music. I'm crucial. I'm Essential Worker. When it come to makin' music, my credentials make it essential for this murder. Who's up now? Don't let me catch your ass uptown. I would rather that, but now, I'ma chill, cause you got mad stuff around. People wanna block me. Indeed, I'm feelin' cocky. Sayin' what I need to say regardless, so play regardless, and you'll meet the rocks of The Earth. 

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby. 

Gotta get it right. 

You're not in my life. 

I got to get over you, baby. 

(Verse 2)

I shine and I'm intelligent. Blinding every reverend behind me. By me, lookin' ahead. Back then. Look at where I be. Indeed, I'm fly. The reason why? I don't need Jesus to define why I sin. I'm my reason. Sippin' on wine like "what was he doin' then?" Just believe in a sin of then. Every day indeed could be November 10th. December 25th. Every day, November 25th. Ungh! November 10th, then. Listen to me get it in with my chin. Inviting. You get it? Stipend. Until then, no writing. 

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby. 

Gotta get it right. 

You're not in my life. 

I got to get over you, baby. 

(Verse 3)

Every song is the greatest hit. Were you made to sit and listen? Please, grin. Let me be the reason. The deepest sin. I made a different pact now. The shit I have now is what you call entertainment. Charles gettin' strange for a little bit. Not doin' somethin' strange for some chump change. Just aimin' at different. Like Andre. 3000, The way I play. Wildin', I guess, but I'm pushin' it. Q-tip, if you look at it. On a bunch of wax. Niggas said they jumpin' back. Wow.

(Hook)

Still not over you, baby.

Gotta get over you, baby. 

Gotta get it right. 

You're not in my life. 

I got to get over you, baby. 

You still do it for me, Beloved...

#CH

Sweet Extc 0fficial lyrics

 

(Verse 1)

As I take the time to design the rhyme, I'm designing the perfect female for I. Almost like Rihanna, but we can't go down that path, now can we? Morningside, my type of park. When it gets quite dark, I like to fight in the park. Let niggas know I'm ready to go and never will go. I'm headed to wherever they blow. Wherever they go when they blow, that's where I'm headed. Then I'm headed home. Maybe my lady will be there. A nightmare. She there, with a he there... She cheating on me because I'm not treating her to all that rapper stuff. Maybe it's fuck her, but I'm a sucker. It's just her for me perfectly. 

(Hook)

All I want is you next to me. 

All I want is you next to me. 

All I want is you next to me. 

Give me all that you got to give. 

(Verse 2)

Can you hear the urgency? It's an emergency. I'm alone trying to create the perfect she. Could she murder beats like me? Could she make beats for me to murder? Would she provide the bail if I go to jail again? The perfect she for me says she will never speak to me again if I go to jail again. Where is she then? Wailers, with Bob. I might need more than one female to get this part. Hip-Hop'll dig it. Polytheism. I know multiple gods, but they Goddesses, rocking with me. I gotta watch them while they tick tock in the system. Fuck viral. No viruses. Silence is my virus and violence. 

(Hook)

All I want is you next to me. 

All I want is you next to me. 

All I want is you next to me. 

Give me all that you got to give. 

(Verse 3)

Provided such violence leads the sirens. Viral flicks. I'm trying to spit. Trying to survive in a climate where I'm the shit, but not quite the shit. Cause I ain't with them guys that's getting chips. Fuck money even though it's necessary. But when I'm with you, it don't make much of a difference because the silence is why and while we getting it in? Not even screaming or moaning. Deep in our souls here we go till 3 in the morning. The next day. Then 3 in the afternoon when I get a nooner. Come up to your job. Hit it while you're working..." for certain. The virgin is causing you squirting. Blurting berserk shit. Perfect. Hopefully the wordsmith says. 

(Hook)

All I want is you next to me. 

All I want is you next to me. 

All I want is you next to me. 

Give me all that you got to give.

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The loneliness of a creator.

#CH

Smart TVs 0fficial lyrics

Charles Hamilton. 

Dr. Dre. 

Aliens exist. 

Right this way! 

Ungh, ungh! 

Let's get it. 

Yo, 

(Verse 1)

you want someone to make you feel a groove you provide, in the deepest way. It's you and I. SEGA. We make Love. It may take a day or such for others to wake up. Bake up and it's not enough. We are 8, love. 4 from me. 2 of y'all. 2 in between. Shit, I may have gone too deep. Read in between the lines of our sheets. We give birth to Danger. And Crash when we take a bath. Everything else is just ancient, and that's my ass. 

(Hook)

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this life to the after party. 

Baby, you know what I mean.

Turn this life to the after party

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this night to the after party. 

Baby, you know what I mean. 

Every night is the after party.

Let's go!

(Verse 2)

Everything between us must be Satanic, and I can't take away the Spanish I'm speaking. But damn it, I've been banished, because I've been candidly speaking. So the dandruff that I'm allowing to drop from my teeth, are not as hot as the speech on loud. I hope you understand me and feel me deeper than now. I need you right now. I see you right now. You're holding my arm, but baby, hold on! I'm on your damn song! And I'm trying to get so strong, if I hold you, oh my God, what I'm gonna do! But, I gotta save it. Maybe the night that they're waiting for us to get laid in, isn't enough. Maybe we can cancel the day Either way, come dance my way. 

(Hook)

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this life to the after party. 

Baby, you know what I mean.

Turn this life to the after party

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this night to the after party. 

Baby, you know what I mean. 

Every night is the after party.

Let's go!

(Verse 3)

I'ma bust that ass like you Rosa Parks. Hold that part, because I'm kinda going off the noggin, not knowing if I'm smart. But baby, these TVs got these humans beasting to be me, or see see me, or wait for me to do something OD. Like what I wanna do in, on, and with you. Bitch, I want to kiss you! This could get more than metaphysical. Unphysical, if you don't wanna listen to it... you still don't know if these little quotes are enough to have you inside of my pod. Pad. Hot. That's that. Hold it in, ungh. The beat so dope. The flow's so dope. I'm holding the Christmas of you and I. Go.

I love you, baby mama!!!

(Hook)

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this life to the after party. 

Baby, you know what I mean.

Turn this life to the after party

Turn this night to the after party.

Turn this night to the after party. 

Baby, you know what I mean. 

Every night is the after party.

Let's go!

Ressurrection of the Mixtape Rapper

available on the website

#CH

Keep On 0fficial lyrics

 (Intro)

Keep on gettin' down.

Keep on gettin' down.

The Lord told me...

(Hook)

French kissing vampires. The stench, getting the man's ire. I demand me who your sire to reach for retirement. I've been there, done that. You want that? I sin there. It's in there. The very devil I am, the location you dare want to... scream to. Damn you can't stand you. I cram to understand you. But I don't need to cram. I OD, my man. Where have you gone? Where have you ran to? A new shampoo. What I came to do. A psychic game. It's not a game, but it's a game to me. 

(Hook)

Keep on getting down. 

Keep on getting down. God told me, 

"Keep on getting down." 

Keep on getting down. 

The Lord told me, "Keep on getting down." 

Keep on getting down. 

Jesus told me,

"Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

(Verse 2)

I sat my cancer on a drumstick. It wanted to sit on the site. Seat said, "no, it wasn't me. Not enough to be what you wanted to see. What you wonder from me? The wonder is a disease and I don't even want it. You want it? Coming with me is you. You got it now. You've gotten. The disease is love. You Bobby Brown, I'm Whitney. The crack was between us is the music. Happens to be what is abusive and amusing to the very ambition of YOU, bitch. What are YOU doing? You found a deep particular side of you. I found a society. And I'm proud to move when they want to move. 

(Verse 3)

Oh boy, I get down. Destroy whatever's around. Ain't nobody better than now. I got a new past which I groove to. Who's that tryna groove with me? You kind of lost in the new movement, ya Sse. You targeted me, cause you think you the smartest can be. I'm smarter than crack as a whip. How about that? Does bitch? Now, what you driving? Hustling your minds.Just what's behind you. You got somebody watching. You gonna tag in or you gonna get body by the option? Just keep watching. Motherfuckers. 

(Hook)

Keep on getting down. 

Keep on getting down. God told me, 

"Keep on getting down." 

Keep on getting down. 

The Lord told me, "Keep on getting down." 

Keep on getting down. 

Jesus told me,

"Keep on getting down."

Keep on getting down.

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I pray for the mic.

!Jr.!

I Forgot How To Shine! 0fficial lyrics

Momma would kill me, momma would kill me, yeah. 

Momma would kill me, momma would kill me, yeah! 

Columbine GANG shit!

My roommate probably pissed at me by now. It's all love.

Mama would kill me! I got 'em. I'm guilty! I forgot how to shine though! I ain't forget how to rhyme, bottom line. Bottoming out a lot of guys. They gotta climb a whole ladder of success... dynamite. Kinda like why I like to write, but I don't like to write. Keep it explosive. My secret, let's go in and know it. I'm the illest. I get dead every so often. Dead ass, get my head every so often. Get head? nah. I get dead head nods. They noddin the beats that ain't even dropped the craziest hotness. So make me a baby and make me stop it if you control time and life. Like an old school radio commercial... with the old jams? Go ahead, I make focus joints the slow jam... to. 

What the hell can I be? 

What the hell can I know? 

Where the hell can I be? 

They say go, go, but what the hell do I know? 

They all say don't stop. 

Momma would kill me, like I got a white woman pregnant. Let's look again. How you forget to shine? You be giving rhymes, making them beats that bitches and niggas grind to, So how you forget to shine? I'm like, "ma, I been in my mind. It been getting on my nerves while I been getting on my grind. They don't understand I take time to take time to make rhymes that's great. If they don't like it, then hey, face it. They don't like greatness nowadays." Your top five MCs ain't facing no kind of day, but they're facing vacation time. They work away at my nerves. Get them paid, they get away. I get away killing them anyway. Every day Gotta be a goat at some point in time. Some point at rhyming, see that's why these kids annoying. 

What the hell can I be? 

What the hell can I know? 

Where the hell can I be? 

They say go, go, but what the hell do I know? 

They all say don't stop.

Momma would kill me. I'm anti-Kanye. "How the fuck you got in the building?" Still the most opulent children rock with me, because they know it's just honest and feelings. Honesty spilling out of my limbs. What can I do to be more appealing? Gotta appealing to them. I call them gods. They all on the top of my noggin. All of them should stop. Why? Because you can't be my main thought. My main thought is music and my girl, the main course. Licking and eating. Of course she likes it. I don't know if she likes me, but the force is spiking it. One of these days and evenings, I'll make it safe to believe in me. Until then, look, there's somebody coming. Like we having sex. I'm only in stomach. You hear knocking. 

What the hell can I be? 

What the hell can I know? 

Where the hell can I be? 

They say go, go, but what the hell do I know? 

They all say don't stop.

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Da Rite 1 0fficial lyrics

 

(Intro)

Preemo, I know!

I'm a little late.

Get my situation together... with the quickness. 

Y'all know. 

(Verse 1)

Breathe in, breathe out. Miyagi on the beat. Be the beat, be the ball. Out of the house, try to guard me. In and out of the mouth. Mouthing guards. Teething guards. Ya babies! Trying to be where I was. No sight to be seen. Crossed over. Ladies are like, "you lost your offense". I'm like, "please! You on D, trying to guard me while I'm falling asleep on a beat." What does it mean? Having a dream, I'm spitting the illest shit you ever heard. Let it be a nightmare if you a MC. I dare you come against me. How dare you? Like you crossed my path. CH, two letters that tossed your ass in a bath. 

(Hook)

I'm the right one to rock this mic. 

This mic and any mic I'm on. 

I'm the right one to rock this mic.

This mic and any mic I'm on. 

I'm the right one to rock this mic. 

This mic and any mic I'm on. 

I'm the right one to rock this mic. 

This mic and EVERY mic I'm on. 

Come on. 

(Verse 2)

Nigga, training day. Basically, stay away. What you have, save it for me, and maybe you can face another day. Till then, you owe dough. Photo. I don't need money, but I need money, so mo dough. Case closed. People know that when it comes to dough, I do need a makeover. Do over. I explained it moments ago, but you would need a brain to get. As you sit refraining from saying, "this is the lamest shit". I got you. I need a cane, you dig? Walking with my lover in the snow. Only motherfuckers that know would get up with me, but then I'm stuck. We lost in history, but still, I don't give a fuck! 

(Hook)

I'm the right one to rock this mic. 

This mic and any mic I'm on. 

I'm the right one to rock this mic.

This mic and any mic I'm on. 

I'm the right one to rock this mic. 

This mic and any mic I'm on. 

I'm the right one to rock this mic. 

This mic and EVERY mic I'm on. 

Come on. 

(outro)

Years ago, Michael Jackson said, be careful who you love. Be careful what you do, because a lie becomes the truth. That is the actual rules of a curse. cHam widdit.

#cHam

The Magic Number 0fficial lyrics

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(Hook)

Man and a woman had a little baby.

There were three in the family. 

And that's the magic number.

There were three in the family. 

And that's the magic number. 

(Verse 1)

Places I dare to go, when there's the air to blow. Whenever blowing it down with my heir with the dro, stereo knows I dare to go. And there I go. I gotta stand still. 10 toes down, windows down. Drive-by style, I'm now wildin' out. Anybody on my island? Get down. Notice that I'm aiming at anybody focusing on my statements to make them anything other than an omen or a prayer to the lady in the air. I dare reveal you again. Because I wanna feel you again. I wanna make you a secret and make my nerves steel again. You feel the proof. 

(Hook)

Man and a woman had a little baby.

There were three in the family. 

And that's the magic number.

There were three in the family. 

And that's the magic number. 

(Verse 2)

And still you the proof of the real silly things I do. Put a lady in charge, that'd be enough to save a yard. Have her happy enough to play the yard with me in a game of role playing. I'll be the dangerous at a BC. She would be the punk and in a moment or two she would be the one to reverse it. One, two, verse it. Make it perfect. Song of Solomon, strong lovin' and not giving a fuck about anybody following. Unless our daughter and... in your case, a son who has no problem gobbling. And if he does not, I win. Then again...

(Hook)

Man and a woman had a little baby.

There were three in the family. 

And that's the magic number.

There were three in the family. 

And that's the magic number. 

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The picture is from 2017.
Based on the content in the song and the serendipitous color scheme between me and *drKiwi*, it's safe to say it's the modern American Gothic.

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The original sample (in theory and concept)...

~~Charles Hamilton~~
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Deep Space Boogie 0fficial lyrics

(verse 1)

Set the engines to go when the wind knows it's out the window. We cause it, drifting in space in a different way. Innocence displayed. Ignorance at its dismay. Magic is the display. Anybody want to do the Kid-n-Play while I spit so ridiculously. Feel it in the rhythm, now. Fill in the blank. Mad lib. Dilla, in the window. How much for that doggy? You can't talk to me about the cost. It's all free from the spirit. But that dog is with me. And all those across the stars who are crawling with me. We all are babies. 

(hook)

"Nigga, right back atchya!

(Fuck me? Fuck you! Nigga, that's the same thing you do to me!)

Nigga, right back atchya!

All I do is love you...

That's tit-for-tat!

I'm giving you this, for that.

Nigga right back atchya!"

(verse 2)

Interstellar 5555! Pardon me, while I mind my mind. Pornographically, there's static. But tragedies lead to madness in love! Sex that you can't take away from. Being a baseline to the drum. Seeing the face of the bass as me. I am The One. Now, get down! 2-infinity! Move through this industry end(lessly). Feel it and go. Fill in the blanks! I kill it with the "flow". Billy Banks. Really? Thanks. Gotta get the Spirit out! MCs, I gotta spank. Throw 'em all in a boat. Throw 'em off the boat. They in a moat mote). 

(hook)

"Nigga, right back atchya!

(Fuck me? Fuck you! Nigga, that's the same thing you do to me!)

Nigga, right back atchya!

All I do is love you...

That's tit-for-tat!

I'm giving you this, for that.

Nigga right back atchya!"

(verse 3)

Rip Hamilton retired. Get it? Damn, I'm spitting fire. Handle the desire every time it's handed to me. Damn, a groupie wanna get down with me. Throw it back. Make it clap. Make it jiggle. Gotta laugh at the fact. Here's a giggle. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. My block. Chuck now block (Knoblauch). Charlie in the stars saying I'm not hot. Talkin' 'bout her and never me. I am the *C* celebrity. Better believe it. Groove to the baseline. Move your waist cause I don't waste time. Broud sit on my face, cause you're mine. I done took up your time. You're now safe.

(hook)

"Nigga, right back atchya!

(Fuck me? Fuck you! Nigga, that's the same thing you do to me!)

Nigga, right back atchya!

All I do is love you...

That's tit-for-tat!

I'm giving you this, for that.

Nigga right back atchya!"

"To soar across the starry void...!"





~~Charles Hamilton~~
***beep***

Toxic model-inity

I'm definitely grooming better than I have in the last 4-5 years. I've always been a "stinky boy" at heart, but being in a house w 20 other niggas made me get slick about not showering and changing clothes.

Call it homophobia, call it "survivor's guilt" (or whatever)... I just don't want too much interaction with men. 

Y'all just gonna have to take that.

In these last 4-5 years, I have made some SOLID male friends. In fact, I've made some solid (male) friends my whole life. I just "got too weird" and "spacey" for niggas and they are tired of me explaining stuff that is beyond their comprehension.

So am I, beloved.

so am i

~~Charles Hamilton~~
***BEEP***

 

The Anti-Socialite

The Witch is back in town!

I have no guilt about being a witch, because I am not out to hurt anyone. In fact, I'm giving myself another outlet of expression. Everything I've been doing and saying is magic. And out of love and respect for the craft, I don't do it everyday.

Today is an exception.

The Sun is out, the breeze is gentle yet stern, my neighbors are wonderful... yet there's still a whole acre of shit to clarify and discuss. I am simply NOT READY to expose certain things/have my people face certain scrutiny. Granted they put themselves out there, they have to put forth what/who it is they are.

Magic became my self-defense, when everyone wanted a piece of me. No one even knew why they hated me so bad. And all I've been trained to do is fuel their rage. Many people got cussed out following the #unwritten #JiggaDoctrine. Listen. I know you can see what I see (said in a retarded kid's voice). I'm not comfortable with it either. This is why Dilla is in power. You don't think I'm capable of handling galactical business on my own, and I gave him said authority so I be free as a teen. Not that I'm even ready now, but don't disrespect me for something you know NOTHING about.

I see you, bitch.

So today is spent sending charms and spikes at all those who deserve either.

So mote it be.

~~Charles Hamilton~~
***beep***

 

A Monday Morning Crossroads

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If you've been keeping up, I've been giving God all the glory, honor and praise that I may have earned myself. I find it to be easier on my heart and mind, and God wouldn't have it any other way. I also know that God knows where I stand with SEGA. And Nintendo, for that matter.

To me, and sometimes for me, SEGA is the quintessential element of life. EXISTENCE. SEGA is an element like water. Force, even. All you guys making beats with force in it PRETTY MUCH owe SEGA for all your success. In a strange twist, such SEGA-based practices (in music) is what keeps many OUT of the spotlight. It takes knowledge of #Nintendo to make a hit record/have an illustrious career. 

Even with knowledge of #TheN, I still choose and chose to stick by SEGA. 
I felt it was the only right thing to do..

This battle is as apparent as Bloods and Crips. Color lines are drawn. Alliances made. Sacrifices tossed. You're either in or you're out. Dr. Dre is in. DiBia$e is out. For the same reason one would be out and the other would be in. Complex? Find God.

I remember finding SEGA in Heaven. At the bottom of a wishing well in Heaven. I ran to report it to God, but one of my cohorts were already causing a scene when I made it to Him (😈). Long story short, following behind friends is how I ended up on Earth to begin with. 

Much like most sperm cells. 
I just have at least 2 pairs of eyes watching my development, from Sun up to "Gun, down!".

I posted a pic of a young Mom. On X. I don't regret it, but she took over the timeline. lol I wonder what she'd do on the blog...

Let me try to find another pic of Ms. Talise...

I'm trippin. Me and Mom got along just fine. We were just THAT much alike. 

And I'm Gothic.

Hahahaha haaaaa!

Happy Monday. 

I'll be around.

!Jr.!

 

 

Heart No More, #TheBlackDrRobotnik

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This is the first single from The-Devil (the dash devil)'s project, "The Goth Who Sat By The Door". Definitely felt like I poured my heart on this one, and it's been hard to recoup from it.

Also...

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Here's a potential image of #TheBlackDrRobotnik, as provided by StarChaser Legend Chris Rivera.

Feel free to hit me with images inspired by the below post!

Happy Friday, y'all!






~~Charles Hamilton~~
***beep***

Christ compels.

Let me not gaslight you. I have been fatiguing on the mic. Well, maybe not fatiguing, but ...just more relaxed than usual. The lyrics are STILL intense, but it's like a slow injection of a fatal dosage of fent. I haven't recorded anything new since "Speaking of Witch...". It's a SOLID album. In fact, it's a good note to leave on. 

It's not that I don't have bars anymore.
I'm just passed the point of which bars are effective.

I have been rapping about going out and finding certain niggas to scrap. I have been avoiding talking about *drKiwi*, because the whole case is fucked up. I know myself, and I know my rage. Knowing such is why I want to take the rage I took out on her, on HIM. I definitely feel like I need one male to just pummel. I've never been the fighting type. Literally I dead try to avoid conflict. It was like this before the meds. 

If such means/makes me pussy, I gotta eat that and watch you tremble.

I've been TRYING to keep it in music. And for the most part, people have been kind and courteous to me. I guess they know that one wrong sentence and they become a bar. I can work on that, ya know? I don't want people to fear interacting with me because they would eventually inspire music. And my music isn't exactly "roses are red". As poetic as I can be, my vulgarity rings just as loud as the introspective limericks. 

Bro. I can spit. I'm just tired of having to break down concepts that have been in my head longer than the rhyme itself. I spit for my caseworker today. She looked up J Dilla (the trigger), my Tim Westwood interview and my Sway freestyle. She got it. She said I have no reason to be depressed. But she understands the struggle. She is encouraging me to clean my apartment WITHOUT the incentive of company and to groom better. I tried to explain that such conditions are that of a fledgling witch, and she got that. She just said to refine it a little bit. 

All the residents here love me (AND MY MUSIC!; I did 2 mixes today and the neighbors were rockin!), and there's no reason to feel otherwise.

Even with some industry niggas moving in a floor above me, bumping their shit.

They even said my shit is hot.

I have another studio album coming up. "I'm An Artist, And I'm Sensitive About My Shit". Co-executive produced by Andre "Billionaire Dre" Stancil. He helped me curate the CH's Anatomy series, specifically "The Mind of Charles Hamilton (4vr15)". In case you don't know what 4vr15 means, it means "forever 15". Sonic the Hedgehog is FOREVER 15 years old. At the time, I was struggling to hold on to the spirit of Sonic. I kept sharing it with *drKiwi* through raw, intense sex. 

I don't regret it. 
Remember, I'm #TheBlackDrRobotnik.

I have a whole creature to create!!!

~~Charles Hamilton~~
***beep***

Lyteworks

 

I try not to talk about her. I know love is there. Yet, my spirit is beckened to let THE WORLD know that...

MC LYTE IS A PHENOM!!!

She can do it all. Starting with boothworks, she literally struggles between actually writing a verse and just going in and breaking the beat. When we did "Loading", she said "What do you want me to do on this beat?" I said "Just go in." She said, "woooooo!" and proceeded to assassinate her Blackberry.

She has been the voice of reason for the times when women/girls/bitches were trash to me. That conversation can be heard on "The L Word". It was a real conversation. I was so hurt about the LACK of female attention... man, it's not even worth going into. I know that there are some ladies out there that love me.

We haven't really spoke since the case. I kinda expected that. I been beating myself up about the whole thing since I first got put in the cell. I lost a lot of female friends, female fans, and female relatives don't really have too much to say to me. I'm sorry, ladies. I wasn't in control of my anger. And I had it on lockdown for years. I guess only a beautiful woman could set me off.

Lyte, I love you. I wonder about you. I miss you. We will link, and when we do, it will light The Sun on fire. 

Hit me whenever.

Love.

~~Charles Hamilton~~
***beep***

#TheBlackDrRobotnik ((origin story))

As you know, Dr. Robotnik (or Eggman) is a mad scientist hell bent on harnessing the speed and charm of one Sonic the Hedgehog. He is labeled insane, because he tries repeatedly to do so, to no avail. In recent years, Robotnik has gotten a surge of *charm* with Jim Carrey playing the role of him. Still, Sonic prevails and shares moments of victory with his loved ones.

So I've been catching hell for "abandoning" being Sonic. I've also caught hell for saying Cardi B was Sonic. Whether I'm right or not (in the eyes of the jaded StarChaser) doesn't matter. I conveyed positive (AND negative) messages to the youth from the gauze of being (one) Sonic the Hedgehog. My argument has been the following and remains: being Dr. Robotnik allows me to express my intelligence, as well as gives room for audible mastery/experimentation. Being Sonic definitely gave me room to experiment sonically, but those experiments don't translate well in DJ sets (shouts to The Talented..!).

I envision Dr. Robotnik as the DJ and Sonic as the MC.

Enter #TheBlackDrRobotnik (hashtag included).

#TheBlackDrRobotnik is a voodoo priest who is OBSESSED with (one) Sonic the Hedgehog, but wants to create his OWN being of sound. Preferably in the form of a woman. All he does is create music with an imaginary woman in mind, gyrating her hips to his funky grooves. Oh yeah, and Sonic is a hot chick.

What does this mean for Cardi B? Will she accept being Sonic (she kinda already does, but it's an iykyk situation)? Can she be raptured in the groove of #TheBlackDrRobotnik? Can StarChasers/Sonicfans embrace the change? 

lol I can tell you how it all happened, but you'll look at me some kinda way.
Shouts to The Chrises and the whole BX.

RIP Chris Smith.

Halo generated some AI images of #TheBlackDrRobotnik as *Kiwi*, but I think I'm gonna try my hand at making a few myself. In the meantime, here's Kiwi as #TheBlackDrRobotnik...:

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lol this one is just for motivation.

JULIA!!! THE ULTIMATE *drKiwi*! I hope all is well. I wish you knew what you meant to me. To this equation. I want no trouble, no smoke, not pussying out, just being respectful to the most taboo situation in my life.

Maybe ever.

Shouts to Jarvis.

When can you expect #TheBlackDrRobotnik? 
Patience, Scratch and Grounder. The invasion is just getting started.

#CH

To watch growth decay

I’m bipolar. I’m clear on this.

I left #KingKiwi’s spot about an hour ago. Star Trek is great, but I can’t get into Deep Space Nine. But I promised #Kng I’d be back to sit through an episode and work it all out. We parted on a good note.

In the meantime, I am in my domicile, lonely, listening to Hi-Tek and reflecting on my relationship with love. I sacrificed the most for *drKiwi*. I treated *drKiwi* the worse. I learned the most from *drKiwi*. I was disappointed by *drKiwi*. I came into the music business with *drKiwi*, hoping to be the Gothic Dick Van Dyke.

That part.

I’m very conservative. Yeah I like drugs and good company, but I am not that rachit. I entertain it (peace to Sexyy Redd), but it’s not a lifestyle I live. That said, in 2012 I was VERY rachit. Doing drugs PUBLICLY (in Harlem specifically), walking around funky (I still do that), …as far as talking to random strangers, I been dooin that since day one. But I had a woman. *drKiwi*.

Someone recently made the comment that whatever bag I was in during #ThePinkLavalamp, I need to return to. Ima keep it real with EVERYONE… if I haven’t exceeded that album in your eyes already, it’s not gonna happen. I had *drKiwi*’s head every night, *drKiwi*’s box on the side, and Demevolist witnessing the whole thing. I barely speak to any of them. And my thoughts have expanded past pouring my heart on a track. I’m more eager to apply all that I read into music. 

But it’s true. I don’t have a woman in my life. My contact list is BARREN, b. I scroll through it hopelessly, knowing what each conversation would be like. Still I dial, knowing that hurt is what I face. I place my spirit into God’s hands. Guide me in the field of love. Show me how to love properly. Preserve my love. 

Or come down here and bag me, bitch!

#Super!

Curated rage

In this moment, I am calm. I am at #KingKiwi’s domicile (in #SZ4000, the LA-based SEGA Space Station), watching back-to-back episodes of Star Trek. I am enlightened, entertained, and inspired. This is… these are the moments I live for. 

Really my only concern IN LIFE is my grandmother. My uncle can hold his own, and is pretty set for life. My grandmother’s legacy is DEEP, and is rooted in Harlem. In a sense, I guess that’s why I love Harlem so much. Harlem reflects the beauty of my grandmother, and in return, vice versa.

Grandma, if you’re reading this, I love you and I live to love you. I pray that good allow you to enjoy your days and that they be as long as you want them to be. I don’t want you to be here if you don’t want to be. Just know that you make me want to be here.

Other than that, only linguistic stylings have me blogging tonight. I got ticked off a few hours ago, but nothing a blunt couldn’t check. Right now we’re watching #StrTrk: The Next Generation. They’re dealing with time distortions. When time harshly drifts back a few seconds.

lol I cause those 

#Super!

Daylight savings

I am now giving in to my urge to black. Bear with me.

Dreams hardly get remembered. So when one stands out and compels you to follow, redefine that dream as an ambition. Ambitions are usually achieved while conscious. Something in the land of the living inspires you. Don’t rule off a vivid vision of a potential future as a fleeting moment in your unconsciousness.

At the same time, don’t be foolish. Make your dreams work for YOU, don’t work for your dreams. That’s the fastest way to way to end up a slave, not harnessing the power of your dreams. Dreams can be chaotic. The one to control the choose is the one to win big. 

My dream used to be a Grammy. I still have my speech, grandma still has her dress. Alas, I received the greater honor of being on the Grammy committee! My vote determines the nominees AND the winners. It’s been a while since I last voted (haven’t been too happy about the music dropping lately), so I’m sure there’s some red tape I have to go through to re-establish as a board member. Still, my word counts in modern music! A win for all those who believe in me.

Moment of honesty (AKeys). While staying in CATS (Cleveland, 2011), one of my fellow clients lent me his CD player, “Illmatic” and a UGK CD. Or The Best of Pimp C. Now I was already up on Nas (d’uh, I’m a New Yorker). But I was pleasantly surprised by Pimp C. More soulful than lyrical. A different listening experience overall. Funny, because I wasn’t the biggest Pimp fan when he was here. I kept my comments tasteful, but I can honestly say I was ignorant. Forgive me, Pimp C. And rest in peace.

I was up LATE making instrumentals (as opposed to beats). Went to bed 10:30am and woke up about 2 hours ago. I guess I’m up, but I might take another nap to be refreshed for later tonight.

Where I can do it again.

#Super