Hippie blood

Sweet with love.
Sour from fear.

I'd rather make money than get money.
Making money comes with pride.
Not arrogance.
You can be proud of yourself for money you've made.
Getting money is more militant, and doesnt translate into happiness.

I need dental work and a bed.

This ominous glow of "have you heard..." is everywhere.
I miss "talking in circles".
The people who feel I do are stupid and/or are unable to follow.
I am not a teacher (yet).
The burden of your knowledge is not on my hands.
Especially since you already know.

Rather Magneto, this morning...




Bully.

#captivating

Lithium Soul

The essence of Vampire Music/Nu-Hop.
My music looks like Raven from Teen Titans Go!.
I think she is beautiful.
She might be the strongest one, if her insecurity doesn't do her in.

My adoration turned into self-reflection.

My narcissism, as noted by my mother and uncle, is becoming more present.

But to all those who call me narcissistic, how would you like me to behave?

I might make adjustments based on your reccomendation.

I finally felt the gate open today.
I felt th... nevermind.
I dont want a drug-related crime on my legal and social rap sheet.

Steak quesadillas from Taco Bell!

Re-mark-a-ble!

Destined for madness.

Practicing Scholasticism (click here)

The alphabet, as sang by Isa Valera.

Or Tori Amos.

#captivating 

Awkward Black History

It has been said that DJ Premier taught Alchemist how to make beats.
The role of the student is to exceed the teacher.
Last night, Alchemist DJ'd for Eminem at The Oscars.

I dont know for sure.
I wasn't there.

He just posted a pic on IG.

But dont hate on Alchemist because he's white, DJ'd for the greatest white rapper of all time and did it at The Oscars.
Acknowledge the reach of hip-hop.
It connected two White boys from totally different class groups and states altogether.

BEFORE The Internet.

Unless hip-hop is a chemical agent's byproduct, put in place during the crack epidemic in the 80s.

You cant be too sure these days.



-so mote it be

VoodooVibeLounge_VVL_New goal

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{now available online}

So I have a new goal in mind.
Open a (my own) lounge in Alphabet City, NYC.
Named VoodoVibeLounge.
VVL, as it's to be known as in the streets.
I plan to DJ there OFTEN if not every night.
Open from 7:30pm-4am.
Dropping exclusives and rarities.
Of both my own music and in my collection.
Zebraprint ottomans.
Black and white tye-dye fixtures.
Black and white lavalamps.
Black and white (race and attire) Zombie Waitresses.
Frankenstein bartenders.
Smoking section (cigs).
Private rooms for 3 (required) for 30 minutes, $50 an hour.
Spoken word open mic, every Wednesday.
Jam session (open stage) every Saturday night.
Punany Poets, the last Friday of the month.

Send the vibes out there.
I have what it takes to carry this out.
If only you believe...

#remarkable

Towerful memories

When the offspring is facing Empty Nest Syndrome.

My dad suffered a heart attack recently.
I now have to come to terms with the fact I may lose both parents soon.
My dad sorta rules the world.
High level, Secret Society type shit.
If he passes, I accept responsibility.
If I have kids, they become worshipped.

But shit!
He's my dad!

I also was in existence since before 11/10/1987.
With three others.
One of these others had a birthday in the last 36 hours.
The other has a daughter.
The final has a son and a blossoming career (of which I know more about than he thinks I does).

But shit!
He's my dad!

I want The Browns to win just ONE Super Bowl before my dad passes.
Or at least for my dad to meet Jim Brown.

What good is the world when you've sacrificed your happiness for it?

My dad and I have a rough relationship.
We are also both extremely intelligent.
We one-up each other all the time.
My brother and I speak, but not as often as I'd like.
We're very close regardless.

But man.
What am I gonna do about my dad?
What am I gonna do without my dad?

I'm definitely in a funk today.

6ixz 4ever.



#captivating

Application Under Review

Eminem.

A major part of my development growing up.
No homo.

The Shadys have embraced me.
Detroit and I made peace.
Paul follows me on Twitter.
Griselda album dead the best shit ever.
Obie (and Jean Grae) kept me going in late 2009.

But is Eminem a Gothic Apprentice?

Em is more gangsta than tolerable.
It is possible that his homophobia is a product of his enviroment.
But with a gay man running for president, is it possible that Eminem has heightened ESP?

I like to believe that Eminem has spidey senses.

I've been dragged by the Gay Media Police for saying that the physical discomfort I felt when I was sexually assault led to confusion as to how a man would want to experience such as a lifestyle.
Then I moved to Harlem, where you get called a faggot for talking proper.
Then I learned what such action actually is.

Is homosexuality a form of population control?

Do lesbians deserve chivalry?
Can gay (gaay) men take responsibilty?

Find out next time on The Adventures of Pac Ham.


See ya soon, Slim.



#captivating
#remarkable

Columbine Gang Welcomes

Issa Rae.

I feel her je ne se quoi is being exploited by homo-erotic Caucasian men.

And Black people dont make fun of her because shes on TV.



The makings of a perfect Columbine Gang Insurgent (CGi).













#remarkable

And a great save by Music!

Hockey banter.

So today I've reached a new level on the keys!
In my honest opinion, speed isnt a major factor in improv.
Nevertheless, Chick Correa and Eldar are the fastest players in the history of the piano.
Chick Correa is Latin and Eldar is European.
Eldar is just in the Guinness book.

Still, speed isnt that important.

But I've gotten faster.

My complaint about being on medication is that is slows down my playing.
Somehow, switched up my playing style to more chord-based.
This, from melody driven.

I remember one might in LA I saw Brian McKnight play and sing.
He'd probably kill me for talking about his technique, so I won't (at the time of writing this).
But he played with strategy.
I guess my gospel and rock-and-roll roots got the best of me, because, even though I can do what he does, I just jam out.

You can sort of hear my new form of playing in my production.
Once you learn the chords to my beats, you can see and hear where I could go on keys.

Just Charles, my piano album, is all sorts of wicked.
I dont even want to talk about it.
I'd rather you just listen.

This post concludes a jam session I just had, where I broke through the meds and played my heart out.
There is no referee telling me what chords are not allowed, no critic to say they cant follow.
I just went for BROKE.

I might go live in a few to share the musical wealth
Same time, I dont want to.
I feel good being alone.
Feels weird, but it's a good weird.
Plus, my ipod died.
I'd be going live on the device i use for music.

Charles. Ostracized.

Ostracized.

Back to jamming.

#captivating 

Overwhelming. Demand.

Being John Nintendo

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That's the link.
Click.
Tap.
If on a Droid, extract the files by going to your downloads folder.
If on an iPhone, you may have to download iZip.

Doing so makes you a part of Apple Underground.

The more money I make, the more free music you get.
I'm the Walking Wikipedia.

Thank you for requesting this, SO MUCH, SO SPECIALLY, SO SOON.

Thank you, John Nintendo.

The cover.

Remarkable.

The Disappearance of J*Davey

The piano is my altar.
The drums are my confession booth.
The bass is my wine.

The guitar is my witch's broomstick.

My first electric guitar was named No Name.
It was a Rok Axe.
A generic guitar from 125th street.
A great way to start.
Like a basic Stratocaster.

Jenneia Carter (Carterbelle!) gave me her Hello Kitty Fender.
And I went STUPID with it.
"I'm Good (Bret Hard)" was her big mainstream debut.
When I lost my house, I lost Darling Nikki (the Hello Kitty Fender).

My mom gave me an acousticelectric Hybrid.
I named her Christina (miss ya, Teenie!) and... was reserved about playing her at first.
I was using her as an MPC.
When I moved back to NYC in 2018, I played her NON STOP.
Until she died.

Acoustic guitars have life, and they can die when overplayed.

While living at VSDiamond's, I bought a Davison guitar.
Named J*Davey (after the Neo-Soul band).

I went to Baltimore with it.
And yes, I used her as an MPC.
We rode oooouuuuuuuuuuttttttttttt.

I recorded Two: Symphony of the Damned (album) and CHSonicBrain (Funkadelic "Maggotbrain" cover) with her.

When I came back to NYC this time, she flew off into the distance.

When fucked good and right, electric guitars fly off like a broomstick.
Swear for God.

I currently am looking for an all-Black Fender Stratocaster.
That is my guitar of choice.
Davison (J*Davey) was AWESOME.
But I go interstellar with a Fender Strat.

If someone could be so awesome and get me one, or give me theirs, I'll be forever grateful.
I miss shredding.

I have an Arturia MiniLab that I can plug-and-play, so I'm good with keys.
And if anything should happen to Artie, I play keys using the keyboard on the MacBook.

I miss you, J*Davey.
I hope you know I loved you at first sight.

I hope all is well, Darling Nikki.

And No Name, thank you.

Special shout out to Matthew Anderson's old guitar.
I had a BLAST workin' YOU out.

#fascinating 

My favorite Nas verse

Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood

Our values so low our values are no good

Things our mothers told us we should of heeded

Cause now we need it

We older almost able to

I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful?

Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit

Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way

Such a innocent child is what some say

I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are

Like a star not a worry in this world thus far

But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention

I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant

(Kinda crazy)

#captivating 

#remarkable

Two Point Hospital official lyrics

a.k.a. Nic' @ NiGHT

a.k.a. Nic' @ NiGHT

(verse 1)

None since me. Not even history. Senselessly, niggas wanna get some pot. Vibe with me while I hit the spot. Of which you ain't got. As if it ain't hot... tryna find it. Bottom line. That's how these niggas rhyming. And I find it disGUSting. This discussion is tryna rewind them. Tape over the square. Take over the air in my head. I'm not an airhead. As a matter of fact, it's fair to say I leave the snare dead. Niggas made a genre off of one part of what I'm a part of. And that's cool, but I started what y'all think y'all thought of. My name ain't brought up?

(hook)

Grab a hold of what you know.

Hope you never let it go.

You know how the motion goes.

No one knows, then I show...

(verse 2)

Illest and the hardest working since "gettin' retarded". Smarter than lurking with all the artists who've been tryna get it in harder than who I'm illest since (or iller since; depends on the day). Innocence. Not mentioning Dilla. I got a killer sense. Pot gets hit with the filter. Bare your soul. Make it unbearable. Give it to the guy who can fix it. The guy is in the digit. Tryna get it. You gettin' mad, but you Flynn'd it. Too many eyes, then rewind it. Tape(,) over. The takeover.

(hook)

Grab a hold of what you know.

Hope you never let it go.

You know how the motion goes.

No one knows, then I show...

(verse 3)

You meet me with a memory. Then you leave me as a memory. If you leave me, then you meet me with a memory. Mammories CLAMORING to get with me. My own gender. My own agenda. And no one's close to it. Not feminine, just... not a pretender. As in, acting. Niggas get twisted, "(*)THAT(*)'S IT!". Exactly what *THAT* did. That did some shit, ya dig? Bullseye. Crosshairs. Look at that guy. Off with the top. With, becomes of. Run up!

(hook)

Grab a hold of what you know.

Hope you never let it go.

You know how the motion goes.

No one knows, then I show...

Many shots, many props.

Thanks for listening.

Thanks a lot!

#captivating
#remarkable