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Captain America, blasted. America, laughing at *it*. Grab your shield. Grab the Force. You're after the force that yields. Laughing at it, now The Savage is back in his backpack, packing a ratchet. About 6 of 'em. Pass it to my friends, 'cause I love 'em. And they're aiming at me, because we're on a different side of the coast. The Diff'rent Guy, I suppose. Wait till the champagne gets poured...! Hit the sky with a toast. Drift away. Wish to lie. Lay inside of my hostler. Ride with me, till it's over.

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Don't you love me?

Don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

I love you too much...

I love you too much...

too much.

All I need in this world of sin is my life. And my life ends with a girlfriend. All I need in this life with a girlfriend is The World. All I need to provide The World for my girlfriend is Life. And I'm not right when I get it. All I need in my world is my girlfriend, and BOTH OF THEM are missing. So, who am I kissing now? Probablity. Logistics. Honestly, what I got is different. Distant. Trying to get it. Plotting to catch it with growth. Birth. Growth spurt. No words, no work. No further like questions. Murder. Standing in possession of a juror, hand on a weapon.

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Don't you love me?

Don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

I love you too much...

I love you too much...

too much.

Pa(i)ge, you disappeared! Wand, with a burger in the hand. Worried about the murder of a man, and the man was sure she was Her. Now, the game is cancelled (for sure). No one in the stands. Everybody needing an usher. An escort. Next sport. Next season. Forever breathing, I'm sure (Shure). Shore, microphone is not working! War! Life, alone, is now twerking. Whore. You are mine, and I'm alone. The microphone is certain that you're shaking. Not stirred. I got her. I can't help but watch her. And... watch & I go, "I'm not sure." Where's the opera?

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Don't you love me?

Don't you love me?

Why don't you love me?

I love you too much...

I love you too much...

too much.

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note:

a direct open letter to The Illuminati.

They know me, and I know them.

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Housebroken 0fficial lyrics

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Stress is the alarm clock. I harm not what you mess with. I leave it all alone before I exit. And I come back, feeling so reckless. Like I graduated. Passed The Matrix. I have to make it. Cash and investments. That ass is stressin', isn't it? Got a bad bitch waiting for me to teach a lesson. The biggest bitch. I wanna teach her how NOT to stress, by my conquest of the flesh. But, listen to this! That would be making music. Imagine me breaking music with the music I make. I do it to death. Not to stress.

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I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

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Yet, the stress is the message. How can I create, being reckless? I've already passed being Beckham. Kickin' it. Listen to the innocence. And still I've been Death Wish'd. Somebody wishes to scrap. I hit them back. The end of the scrap. I got my hit. They did the opposite. They ducked. Shit. What the fuck? Niggas get hit in discussions! Disgusting, 'cause I'm Lift(ing) it Up... like Yes. My conquest. Gettin' down the best. Down in my chest. I'm down to make a mess. And I'm found on the ground, right up under your bitch's dress. Yes.

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I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

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I share, they wish to take. I care, they wish to rape. My idea, give it away. See what they get back. That's the getback. My revenge is complicated. Because I contemplated every sentence. So, it's all in my mind. Like an alien, getting interrogated. Face the abuse for the message. Making music so reckless. Effortless. You never guessed it. My guess is yes, whenever questioned. Manifestation. Damn. Feels like The Matrix. Architect. Charles. You can bet. A lot of niggas can't take it.

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I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

notes:

All 3 verses rhyme together.

On YouTube, I wrote the song was dedicated to A$AP Rocky. The more I listen to it, the more it fits. I want no smoke tho, for saying I'm "up under your bitch's dress".

I developed a new style of sampling that I don't want to share. It's only between me, the record I'm sampling and whoever is around.

Cece's on the phone. ttyl

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CoEx stuffs and things

Recently, many in my inner circle have commented on how diehard my StarChasers are. Special shouts to deft and Michael J. Roach. Apparently, your YouTube uploads ended up on YouTube Music (in the search algorithm). Might not seem like much, but that's HUGE! 

We made it to the mainstream!, one way or another.

I'm currently listening to Co-Existence on YouTube Music, as I blog. I notice that Michael J Roach took the time to make a tracklisting (the album is in alphabetical order; I don't do tracklisting anymore +hint+). I like what I hear!.

Listen, DaPu. This isn't my first trip down the proverbial altar. I've jumped out the window many times, and any a soundbwoy gwan Murda me should he haffi play Dem (damn) tunes. That alone makes me bitter, and my bitterness got me locked up (this time around). I know ladies like love songs, and even more when it's about them. And I like making love songs. But such became a spectacle for me. 

I poured my heart into "New York Raining" (keys, bars, pre-production, performance), only for the love interest to... Fuck it. Too deep to type. Just know that I have been bitter and desperate for the past 8 years.

The knowledge of WHO YALL ARE & HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT ME has provided inspiration, wisdom, and an overall new reason to smile again. I thank you. I don't know how to answer clerical questions about whether I have children. I'm sorry, ChillJren, but I deny having kids to keep from being further institutionalized. 

Understand. Crazy people talk how I talk. Either their high or crazy. Regardless, I don't want to spend another minute in the system. I guess you guys gotta bite this bullet for a while, until Mommy and Aunties are ready to...

co-exist.

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Preschool attention

I made a wish in 2008 for someone to be a bigger celebrity than me, so Demevolist could stop pimping me. The wish came true, and Demevolist is not in the picture anymore.

I should be happy... Right?

Welp, just the scent of Fame can bring around snakey niggas and trifling bitches.

I guess neither of you are prepared for what a good friend I can be. I also guess that you've been through enough to be like a hurt, stray dog (biting any hand that comes near you, no less the one that feeds you). Well, I never hurt you. And all you ever did was demean, degrade and disrespect me.

Since none of you are around and one of you are a female, I'm not gonna talk tough. But BOTH of y'all need your ass whooped. It's a shame everyone is dying on my birthday. It's not even a wish of mine. It's just something I'm going to do. But I want a special kind of demise for you two. And dont worry, I won't cry about y'all.

A few people picked up viles of #TheBirthdayGas. They LUVED it. And y'all will, too! That sucks. So, I have plans for you guys.

Stay tuned!

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All Systems Go!

I just got word from SEGA's Davina that I am cleared to KILL YOU ALL.

Who gon check me?!

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Ohhhh, this 6 esotericism is KILLIN ME on the inside!!!!

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Further immunity(.)

As if it wasn't obvious, Sciryl, Halo and Kesed are immune from #TheBirthdayGas.

Like, you know if you're immune or not. Joel and Josh from 649, for example. They have nothing to worry about. 

But EVERYONE ELSE, INCLUDING STARCHASERS, ARE DOOMED!

Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!!!

The sucky part? You'll love your death. And likely retaliate, if you're crazy enough.

I'm good tho. I got Goonz and a Gang.

About #theGang.

Don't press them about it. I don't press y'all. And when I do press, I usually have a cosign from the OGs.

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If you don't know, Sciryl is in the legendary blue hoodie.

That's my brother right there.

Everyone else?
TO YOUR DEMISE!!!!!

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Drug-free school zone

 I happily report that FDAliens and LionsDem are safe from the wrap-ture.

I will say this: all those who are set to die, will love every minute of it.

Thing is, you'll be dead.

Fuck witchya BOY!

Cannon.

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Happy November 10th 0fficial audio

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A little over a month away,

until

pain,

disorder,

dismay.

And liquor and weed.

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Now immune...

 There will be a plague to wipe out humanity on November 10th. Once you inhale it, you die on the spot. I have the vaccine. And only those I chose will be immune. As you know, Columbine Gang is off the hook.

I now add Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit to my vax list. If you have a problem with them, you are fizzucked.

Back to your evening.

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Hollywood Residency

While you're all on notice about your pending demise, let me share a dream I had with you last night.

Last night, I dreamt that I got picked up from a LA Greyhound by none other than Nipsey Hussle. Apparently, I was expecting Baddie to pick me up, but no, it was Nip. He gave me a pound, laughed at my outfit (but called it fresh) and helped me with my bags into the car. He was bumpin' the joint he did with the Kris Kross sample (Jackson 5, "I Want You Back", but the producer sampled "Jump Jump"). I told him I dug that joint and his "Hard Knock Life" flip. He handed me the AUX and I played "The Gothic Nipsey Hussle". He asked me the title, and I told him. He didn't believe me until he looked at my iPod. He then said "You can't make a grown Crip cry like that, nigga!".

Then we got into it. Not argue. just the overall conversation I always wanted to have with Crips.

I already stay out the streets. I know Bloods, I know Crips, I grew up around Latin Kings in Harlem, I know Vicelords, GDs... but, as I told him, I felt Crips stepped on my toes by claiming 6. To make it clear, I wasn't talking about their Rolling 60s movement. Or the Rolling movement they have in general. I'm talking about... in New York, Crips call themselves 6s. To respond, Bloods call themselves 5. That directly impacts me, because I use numerology. He said he didn't know anything about it, but he respects me for bringing it up. Then we had a LONG conversation where he asked me to read his numbers.

Next thing I know, I'm awake. 

I'm now inspired to make an album called Hollywood Residency. A dark, soulful journey through the streets of LA. LA is VERY funky (not odor wise), and where there is no Funk, there is Elektro. I hope the Hamilton, Charles collection captures that vibe. 

Expect a new Enjetic/CH project in the near future. And if CYoung can pull it together, another 3rd Eye Magic is in the works. I'm taking my time with every joint I make. Giving y'all RAW QUALITY. Stay tuned.

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Miss you, mom.

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True Villainy

 How should I begin this? I'm just so offended.

How am I even mentioned by all these fucking beginners?

I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall,

Just to show niggas how much more I have installed.

I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause.

All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers.

Dark knight feeling, die or be a hero.

Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.

I went from the favorite to the most hated.

Or would you rather be underpaid or overrated?

Moral victories is for minor league coaches.

And 'Ye already told you, "We Major" you cockroaches!

Show me where the boats is, Ferrari testarossa's.

The Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused.

I lost 30 mill' so I spent another 30.

'Cause unlike Hammer, 30 million can't hurt me.

Fucking insane, the fuck am I sayin'?

Not only am I fly, I'm fucking not playing!

All these little bitches too big for their britches,

Burning their little bridges, fucking ridiculous!

See you on the 10th.

Dead or alive.

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Ready to die(?)

I know I'm wrong. But you're wrong, too. You use your imagination to infiltrate my fortress of solitude. You allow your fantasy to make you boss me around. Such are your tools. You're just using them wrong. You are using your fantasy and imagination as weapons of Charles destruction.

I told you I was gonna get that ass back. Now, all you can do is wait for my birthday to find your fate.

Some damn dog bit me this morning. I love dogs, but I hate being on their bad side. I just walked passed the little nigga and he went apeshit. Whatever. He'll die, too.

Only Columbine Gang is immune to the slaughter. This may or may not include my Wishlist. Fuck around and find out.

Viewers Like You is complete. We're looking at an actual Christmas release. Realize that, as much as I hate you guys, I adore y'all. It's hard to make the music I make and have to sit on it for x amount of time. Dropping singles suck. I'm making it work, nevertheless.

But all will suffer from my wrath on November 10th.

Love.

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Paid the cost.

 Everything I do is with love. Therefore, I am not ashamed of anything I have done.

I encourage everyone to soul search, and not be afraid of what you find. Then, use yourself as ammo to scare the SHIT out of everyone on (this) Halloween.

Because you will all die on November 10, 2023.

You'll be back.

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