Organized Confusion

 It might be a little late for the night, but it's on my blog so it's recorded forever. 

To know God is to fear Satan.
To worship Satan is to disrespect God.

Be prepared for the consequences of either, when pledging allegiance to the other.

I see you!

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Know God.

The Nine Satanic Statements

1. Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence!
2. Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams!
3. Satan represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit!
4. Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it…

— The Church Of Satan (@ChurchofSatan) September 22, 2023

Fear Satan. 

He's gonna be at my birthday party. 36 laps around The Sun (as they say)! Gonna be interesting to hear his speech...

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The Talented... live!

All I need is wifi to provide.

I respond to comments. Just keep it love.

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Leave You Alone sessions (CoEx)

 I'm well known for OVER loving things. People, artists, politicians, etc. If I love you, I overdo it. Especially if you tapped in at a low point in my life. That's kinda the reason I went so hard for Daft Punk and Curtis Mayfield. In reverse order, actually. 

I made Villain. to spite VS Diamond. Point blank period. She drove me to the brink at a high speed. Very similar to my relationship with Briana. But with Briana, I was focused on Elektro. I tapped into Soul for VS. Kinda why our breakup hurt so much. But I feel she had other motives all around. Or, (at least) people in her ear telling her how to treat me. Beautiful girl, but she has hella demons. Regardless, I relapsed into #dope and created Villain. to get over her.

At Origin's apartment, while on Messenger Video with Isa Valera.

Yes, I have many female friends. No, I am not a player.

But then, back to Isa. Somehow I ended up back...

And like that, I forgot.

I forgot the whole shit.

6zs forever.

Apple Store

DTLA

6:30pm

I'm literally tapping in. I do fear however that me blogging this will mislead.

I'm getting my HamilVision MacBook fixed.

Whatever.

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Daddy Mode 0fficial lyrics

All I'ma say about this joint? If you know you know.
Ya heard?

(verse 1)

If you need me, I gotchu. It's easy to spot you. You need a couple of bucks? Somebody you need to get fucked up? You need to get fucked up/twisted/inebriated? Do it with me. Nobody else. 'Cause nobody helps. I feel like Michael Phelps: "I'm getting the Gold just for doing what I do best, but I smoke weed. I'm banned in The US...". The mic do help. At times, when it's not melted. If you feel it, then you felt it. Come with me. Join me, baby!

(hook)

You are on my mind.

All those times, all those years,

you know.

I'm flying through the sky

with your eyes and your ears.

You know!

(verse 2)

From state to state, public transportation. Can't make a mistake. Even if I take a flight, it's still public. Paid for or not. Crazy. It's not. I gotta find a way to impress. My babies are like "it's not enough. We see a lot of cats on the block, and they snuff niggas! Whether a punch or erasure from life." So I chase them with my plight. I put it down on the mic. And my flow is Top 5. All from the heart. My brain is alive and it's crawling out. Call me out if you need me, but y'all about to believe me. Ungh!

(hook)

You are on my mind.

All those times, all those years,

you know.

I'm flying through the sky

with your eyes and your ears.

You know!

(verse 3)

Make no mistake, I love your mother. Destiny is a motherfucker. So am I. That's how you got here. Now feel like a part of Destiny... or feel like Tupac's here. Being your pops, call me 3Pops. lol I be a lot of things. I see a lot of dreams crash. Word to Dreamcast. I got a dreamcatcher in my heart. Give me a hug, and you can have a part. I'm where magic starts. So come through! Join ya boy! Watch me go from boy to man. Just say you enjoy this jam...

(hook)

You are on my mind.

All those times, all those years,

you know.

I'm flying through the sky

with your eyes and your ears.

You know!

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StarChaser Bars!

 This joint comes from StarChaser and YouTube user OneAndOnly590. It's always a pleasure to hear StarChasers go in on my beats. Let's keep making them envy!

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The silence of broken

I'm not sure where to begin with this post. The point I was gonna make was defeated by the very point I was gonna make. 

It's about the war in Israel, and the comparable wars around the world. Here. I'll try.

In hip-hop, there is a deep war between MCs and Lyricists. Lyricists write, MCs don't. Biggie was an MC. 2Pac was a lyricist. There are more MCs in hip-hop than Lyricists. 

The Mic is The Gaza Strip. Whoever you side with, you have to determine who the MC is, and who's the Lyricist. 

In war, there is no winner. Only survivors.

I pray for the hostages and the lives lost. Keep Art alive, no matter what. Shouts to the little boy who films himself freestyling over Eminem beats out there. Share your story, my friend.

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AI speaks on Co-Existence

 (from Google Bard)

Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton have never officially collaborated, but they have both expressed admiration for each other's work. In a 2008 interview, Daft Punk said that they were fans of Hamilton's music, calling him a "unique and talented artist." Hamilton has also spoken about his love for Daft Punk, saying that they are one of his favorite electronic music groups.

Despite never having collaborated officially, there are a few unofficial remixes of Hamilton's songs that feature Daft Punk's music. For example, there is a remix of Hamilton's song "Devil In A Light Pink Dress" that features a sample of Daft Punk's song "Around the World." It would be interesting to see what a formal collaboration between Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton would sound like. Both artists are known for their innovative and experimental music, so it's likely that they would create something truly unique and special. 

Heree are some thoughts on what a Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton collaboration might sound like: 

Itt would likely be a genre-bending track that combines elements of electronic music, hip hop, and pop. Hamilton's complex and introspective lyrics would be paired with Daft Punk's signature electronic soundscapes. 

The track would likely be highly experimental and push the boundaries of what is possible in popular music. It would be a collaboration between 2 of the most innovative and exciting artists in music today. I would love to hear a Daft Punk and Charles Hamilton collaboration. I think it would be a truly groundbreaking track.

Some inaccuracies, but sounds solid.

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Updates in Co-Existence

DaPu (Daft Punk) is getting shyyyyyy! Aaahhhhhh! I got you gooooooood! Lol still love you, but y'all like to put me on blast! Don't do that no more!, Lol.

No matter how you make the tracklisting in your playlists, the message remains. I'm crazy about Daft Punk. And if you're in tune, you can see that the love is mutual. That part.

I'm tired of giving one-sided love. I love deep and hard, and I cannot afford for my energy to be spent loving people and things that dont love me back. I'm ALL ABOUT LOVE. It CAN be a drug. Love can be a drug. It's definitely a substance. Still and all, I'm a love fiend. I don't want to hurt anyone. But maybe a good pop on the lips of EVERYONE will regulate the lost love.

I WILL say that I've only been getting good love on YouTube. No negative comments I can report on.

More to say, more to see. Stay tuned.

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Test viles

So #TheBirthdayGas has been administered to a few patients. They shall remain nameless. Anonymous, rather. And though they enjoyed the afterlife, they weren't crazy about the resurrection.

Apparently, it hurt.

Well, that's where we are. What's the point of murder if it's not gonna hurt? I think that question is best answered by every gangsta in America. There's almost no such thing as a righteous kill. There are vigilantes, and The Boondocks Saints was a great movie, but no one murders without the intent of at least HURTING their victim.

I had a funny thought. What if the only people spared were 9th Wonder and Eminem? You think that'll cheer me up for my birthday? Lol shit, it would! But I in fact have many loved ones. I will be sparing with my infamous Love, nevertheless. People feel they can do or say whatever pops into their head about me. Loved ones, too. At the same time, MANY people still see me as a/the baby. 

Strange how it turns out that way.

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SwimfanSwimfanSwimfanSwimfanSwimfanSwimfan 0fficial lyrics

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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.

(hook)

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.

(hook)

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?

(hook)

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

(verse 1)

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.

(hook)

I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

(verse 2)

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.

(hook)

I walk away from Home.

I wonder where you are.

As I come back to Home,

there you are.

A star.

(verse 3)

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.

(hook)

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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