Bitches With Problems

It's bad enough this case I caught has me feeling funny, no less the funny faces I get from women. Worse that my mom isn't around to vent to. Grandma, though radical, is traditional. And Lyte is a rare sighting these days. These factors only make the following harder to deal with...

I been getting a hard time from women lately. From butch lesbians who are catching feelings to bitter ex-friends who are trying to bring me down. Now, I'm not my father. And even he grew. I don't snap at women. It's not in my nature. I did my time for when I DID strike a woman, and I'm still in communication with her. Things aren't the same, but she can see the growth in me. 

It feels like certain women want to peg the title "woman beater" on me, for reasons they aren't woman enough to clarify. When I address them peacefully, privately and individually, they are sweeter than honey. Even letting me know how they feel (for extra wreck). But then, they go on record to try to defame and deface me. And they are as bitter as cactus juice.

I don't know how to deal with women who like me so much they try to bring me down. I guess pray for me, but God is a woman. She's having a blast watching me squirm through the ranks. I guess this is an opportunity to be an example for all men. Hitting a bi-... woman only gets you time in jail and a bad reputation. Responding publicly tarnishes your name. There must be some kind of way out of here.

I've chosen to ignore them. I don't speak if I don't have to. Still they try to get under my skin.

This must mean I'm handsome, and gotta watch out for these ho-.... women. Mom and grandma told me it would get to this point. And my uncle is ULTRA smooth, so he handles these kinds of things with flair. 

Hey, Woman. If you so anti-Charles Hamilton, why are you reading this? Ask yourself this question. Or are you coming to terms with one that got away?

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Birthday polo! I'm rebuilding my pink collection!

#comma

Comma's Cannon 0fficial lyrics

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Y'all know what time it is, damnit!, when you see me ridin' with the *cannon*. Hi! It's Mr. Hamilton. Higher than the laminates. Everybody tryna reach it. Why are you not standing then? Fine. I define and redefine it, nigga. Lexicon. I get it on like Marvin when my pops is gone. Pops got remarried. Congratulations! Now can I be married to the chick I masturbate about? Slurring my words. I'm nervous, of course, 'cause you never heard me go this Shakur. Insecure. Been this worldly. Been this otherworldly. Otherworld. Never un-. Get a gun. Never been better than The Sun? Everyone. Better step up... use your thumb. Press a button. Play a game, nigga. Step back. My weapon is That. I'm dead That. Y'all heard me...

(hook)

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

-ungh-

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

My pops let off shots from the *Cannon!*.

And now, I'm on the block with the *Cannon!*.

(verse 2)

Even though she resting in peace, she raisin' Hell. Turn the volume up loud like Dave Chappelle. Got The Food in #thekitchen like Ye and Common. It's #comma, though. I'm makin' it common. Not comical. Oh. Not making a joke. Just breaking folks in half when they say I ain't dope. Niggas ain't know? I lay with the hope. Call me wack, so I can call you back with a bat. You'll lay in a moat (mote). Like you tryna find Rapunzel and shit. Funny how I'm running this shit, not even running my lips...! TelepathicMagicPsychic Rappin'. That's what I do. Like the crap? Then come and find me, Jack! Until then, find your jack. I got a buzz bigger. Y'all can suck on my nuts. It's much bigger. What is it? Dug in the river. Pulled out the stopper. Pull out all the stops for this one...

(hook)

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *Cannon!*.

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

-ungh-

November 10th, 1987

My mother gave birth to a *cannon!*.

My pops let off shots from the *Cannon!*.

And now, I'm on the block with the *Cannon!*.

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As it stands now, only 9th Wonder, Eminem and Blu will survive #TheNovember10thSlaughter. That's one CGi, one Blood, and one Crip. 

My fellow Immortals have no reason to worry.

Get ready.

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We're looking at Halloween

#comma

New celebrity crush.

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This one shouldn't come as a surprise. She's Jamaican, pretty, and can SPIT HER WIG OFF! Call me biased, but Jamaican women are just damn edible...! 

Anyway, her name is Shenseea.

Look her up, get into her music.

And send her to me!

#comma

Legofriends

I'ma keep this post short. Or try to.

Often, I get asked about Demevolist. Will there be a reunion, how is everybody, etc. Well, let me give you an honest update:

HchO has no real plans for a reunion, but wouldn't be against it. Just remember, Demev is HIS baby. I just took us to The Promised Land.

Swiss (JMeans) has been out of touch with EVERYONE, but spoke more with Yung Nate than anyone else.

Bagdad (B/A) has been working with Sha-leik on his side project. Otherwise, he's been anti-social.

Proven has been absent as well, but he was closer to B/A than any of the rest of us.

Show Tufli WAS working with Boe & Dre, but I don't know what he's doing these days. I did reach out to him recently, nevertheless.

Yung Nate is a car dealer in Atlanta. We CAN speak, I'll say that.

Sha-leik, as I mentioned, is working on his own "Chronic" of sorts. From what I've heard, it could be a problem.

The I.S.A. turned Muslim and says it's "against his religion" to rap. Maybe Sha can talk him out of it.

I haven't heard from Apryl in YEARS. I wish her happy birthday when it comes around, regardless.

Woody's a top streamer on like Twitch or something. Dooin his thing!

As far as MY involvement with Demevolist, I felt betrayed. I felt I deserved more attention from them than I got. That feeling got worse when Drake blew up and I didn't. It felt like they gave up on me. They didn't even know all that I went through (not due to Jimmy; love you, Jimmy!) at the label to KEEP Demevolist on board. So for HchO to say in the documentary that I BROKE?! I was pissed off. 

So I've said some fucked up things about the guys on record. But we always had a policy: address whatever the issue is on a song and leave it there. So it's out there. I said "fuck Demevolist" on a song dedicated to my (proverbial) son Crash. But let it be known: I would dead definitely put my children before Demevolist. I had to say that, because there was a point in time where I would sacrifice my kids for these niggas. You know what I mean...

We're all building from the ground up (again). It'll be nice to build with my brothers. If we can all pull it together, we might be the greatest success story FDA can talk about.

It's on y'all, bruvas! Check!

#comma

A Call To Ministry

 This post will be more of a stream of thought, with the title being the centered focal point.

Somewhat as usual, but this one will be more sporatic.

I know God exists. I know The Devil exists. I believe The Devil either WAS my cousin who raped me or possessed him. Still, I've come to count on The Devil. I'm almost too humble to go to God. God knows my heart, so She (1) doesn't mind me calling Him She and (2) knows that counting on The Devil doesn't mean to worship him.

I've come across MANY childhood rape victims in my generation. Male and female. Well, God put it on my heart to tell you guys that you are not alone, and you are loved. As attractive as The Devil can be to us, he is still the enemy because he wants our joy and our soul. Some of us gave in and gave it all to him. I wish them all happiness. But God is here for us. No matter what we have done.

Family, I've committed blasphemy, suicide, AND homosexual acts. I'm, on paper, headed to Hell. I thought that was the path I wanted to go on. In fact, I'm sorta still on that path. But I can feel God. I can feel God moving. I've been blessed to have family in my life, I have blessed friends, I HAVE FANS(!)... the only thing I need a blessing with is... well, 2 things. I want to be able to make firm decisions for myself for one, and second, I need a financial blessing. Money is hard to come by these days in music, especially when you're doing something new and different. I'll put my ego to the side for a bit and say, though my influence is everywhere, my numbers don't reflect it. That by itself can be a blessing, in many and subtle ways.

The Devil distracts. The Devil deceives. The Devil coerces. The Devil is handsome in the eyes of the people he wants to seduce. The Devil is ugly to those who know his tricks. And though he has FEW tricks, he uses them well.

All my Goths, the light isn't that far away. The darkness is infinite. Don't just stand there stagnant and dormant. Fight for your right to be an individual!

With that said, I can't fight the urge to carve. Pray for me.

#comma

A Hungry Beast

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I did start off as a drummer. I had a drumkit in my parent's basement in Cleveland. But just as I got good on the drums, I stabbed my snare with a drum kit. No reason (I can think of...). So I switched to the keys, and only looked back to pick up the bass and guitar. But I LOVE playing the drums. I prefer to be in pocket, as it pushes the song along. I'm sure I can solo, but I never put too much into soloing on the drums.

Nevertheless, I can feel the Drumbeast pulling at my tummy. I was at International House of Music in DTLA with Jason. I didn't get a chance to play the drums, but... I think even Jason could feel the kinetic chemistry between myself and the drums.

I'll get on a kit soon. Until then, my White ass is gonna make funky drum patterns on FL Studio and mold my soul into a more transient (in a good way) musician.

I gotta be the champ. "He's the man!" is what you must say.

#comma

Pharrell vs. Dr. Dre (DreamVerzuz)

Let me start this post off like this:
If you know, you know.

Let me continue with...:
Likely, very few know.

Pharrell is 1/2 of the production superduo The Neptunes. They (Th Nptns) crafted MULTIPLE number ones, won MULTIPLE Grammys, transcended genres (to the point where they introduced sounds to the public)... all with Pharrell being the face and voice of them. When I worked with them, it was clear that Pharrell was the ringleader, not just a Starfucker (or a StarChaser). And it's true. He's a visionary genius. He knows how the SONG is supposed to sound, look, feel... all that. Speaking of sound, The Neptunes established a sort of "plastic" type sound that fit snugly with where mainstream music was at the time.

Contrasted only by Dr. Dre.

Dr. Dre has crafted MULTIPLE number ones, won MULTIPLE Grammys, transcended genres (to the contrast of The Neptunes; you'd have to find it to catch it)... all while he maintained a mystery about him. I'm not gonna get into the whole Simone Marshall/Dr. Dre thing, even though I have evidence that proves one is the other. But to get into that would be to reveal who Eminem... I mean, Pharrell is. Still and all, Dr. Dre has the "industry" Champion Sound. Your record doesn't sound complete if it doesn't have Dre's sonic "stamp of approval". 

Sometimes when Dre produces a record, he doesn't get credited IN the song, but in the liner notes. MANY songs have been produced by Dr. Dre that the public don't know about. 
You ALWAYS know when The Neptunes produce something.

Seeing as how no one "requests" The Neptunes SOUND (not drums or melody; the overall SOUND of a Neptunes-produced record), I think Dre has an edge. But Dre (nor PharrEm) doesn't drop often at all. There are more Neptune hits in the subconscious of... at least my generation, then there are Dre hits. At the same time, there's Eminem. Dr. Dre Executive Produced just about EVERY Eminell album. The argument is, The Neptunes made more club hits. For that, there's 50 Cent. Then there's the point of the modern climate of music. Dr. Dre kinda has that on lock, with Kendrick Lamar. The Neptunes/Pharrell produce here and there for modern artists, but none have had the impact of KDot.

In the end, I wrap it up like...:
It all comes down to presentation.

And again, this is all just a Dream(Verzuz).

Do they even still do that shit?

#comma

I Am More Concerned With Love Than Life (Multi-Player Love) 0fficial lyrics

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I'm standing in this booth as if I see you in front of me. 'Cause I need you in front of me. I don't need to be in the company of people who just want to be... in pocket. 'Cause they know what's in my pocket. I got it. A lot of riches. And a lot of bitches only acknowledge The Kid, because they wish to be swallowing kids for a lot of the business that I could possibly provide. And I don't want to die, unless it's right by your side. By your right side or your left side? It's best I let you know that I refuse to crash like Left Eye. No disrespect. I mean only the best. But... why even lie? I need you right by my side.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

It's the way you make me feel, Babe.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

So listen carefully to the sound...

(hook)

I ain't a player, but I'm good at this game.

Don't worry! Don't worry!

And I'm afraid that you will never be the same.

So, no hurry! So, no hurry.

But, 

all I want to do is tell you that I love you

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

(verse 2)

If some of my statements seem asinine, it's because I spend half my time reflecting on how you got into my glass mind. I only seem to think about you as the past time. So to past time, I just polish the glass. Why? I just want to see you clearer. Feel you nearer. This is why, when I look in the mirror, I don't see nothin but... what you should expect. What the fuck? This is not just the neck that I wanna get... I wanna run this shit with you. You should be The Queen. The Captain of The Team. And YOU know what I mean. Exactly. When I lean on a mirror, look at the reflection, it's 'cause I can feel you in my direction. The other side looks like my mother's side. The inside. I'm so used to living in it only for a couple a months as a youth. Then I exit it. Now let's get it.

(hook)

I ain't a player, but I'm good at this game.

Don't worry! Don't worry!

And I'm afraid that you will never be the same.

So, no hurry! So, no hurry.

But, 

all I want to do is tell you that I love you

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

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Now I know I've probably said the same thing before. I just wanna bring you more of what's going on. I can sing you more melodies and harmonies, but instead, I would rather be the Heavenly armor that you would carry wherever you go. When there's people on you. Like marijuana smoke. You wanna get high, but the odor won't let you get by. So you just drift by. Listen and get a whiff of my... cologne. It's so nature. And I have to. No, it's no hassle. Know it's no hassle. With a kn-. I lay in The Day. Maybe The Day's Inn (end). In a daze in from looking at your eyes in a gaze. At me. So amazing. I use words and I play 'em. That's what I'm saying. Maybe this conversation is a PlayStation. No more talking. Vacation.

(hook)

I ain't a player, but I'm good at this game.

Don't worry! Don't worry!

And I'm afraid that you will never be the same.

So, no hurry! So, no hurry.

But, 

all I want to do is tell you that I love you

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

when we first get a chance to be alone.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

It's the way you make me feel, Babe.

It's the way you make me feel, babe.

So listen carefully to the sound...

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Endless inspiration. And I didn't realize HamilVision made a video for this! Good shit, Mr. Kendall!

#comma

Solar Flexes

I might update this particular post every time I think of some boss ass shit I did in the game. But yeah.

• I had a best of mixtape, with no album out.

• SEGA endorsed my first EVER video, "November 10th".

• I worked with Eminem, Linkin Park (Mike Shinoda), The Neptunes (Pharrell), Diplo, Sean C. & LV (American Gangster), Macy Gray, Max B (free the wave!), The Invisible Men (Iggy Azaelea), Rita Ora, Ray Angry (The Roots), Daru Jones (legendary modern drummer), MC Lyte (obviously), DJ SKEE, DJ Green Lantern, 9th Wonder (remotely), and my mom.

• I'm featured on a Grammy-nominated compilation album ("Empire"). Timbaland knows me very well.

• I played piano on an Oscar-winning song ("Grateful" by Rita Ora).

• I signed an epic publishing deal, where I get a HIGH percentage of royalties for any mainstream PHYSICAL releases (CDs, vinyl, etc.).

• I got Executive Producer credit on "The Black Box" and "Hamilton, Charles".

• I'm a member of The Grammy Committee (my vote determines who is nominated and wins).

• I am the first Black musician to play keys, rap, and do both at the same time during The Montreal Jazz Festival.

• Esoterically, I am the Apple CEO. Take it up with Jobs and Cook.

There's MUCH more, but it gets into some esoteric, alien type shit. I don't want to incriminate anyone or myself.

Just know that I am special. And it takes ME to reaffirm that. So I say to YOU, push yourself to be positive ABOUT yourself. It's a task, but it's rewarding.

I'm out.

#comma

New Romney 0fficial video

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I think the lyrics are clear enough. Still and all, there is a lot... A LOT... to be exlained.

Lazy, timid me wants to leave it to White People to explain my relationship with them. Innocent me will flat out tell you: I have a deep and paranormal bond with White People. Though Black People call me a white boy off GP, they don't understand how ACCURATE that is. It's like this: if a white person has a problem with me, they're not actually white. I don't suck up to white people, nevertheless (*cough* Obama *cough). I'm actually hard on them. Partly because I'm an intelligent Black man (IBM) and I know when they need to be called out on their shit.

Yes, there is an agenda. Yes, homosexuality is a catalyst for this agenda. Police are both directly and indirectly pushing this agenda. Police are more vibe-based. White People literally don't know shit about vibes (with all due love and respect). Some things cannot be explained. The unexplained phenomena is basically The Black Experience. White People want in. Blacks are like HELL NO. The agenda I speak of is to quite literally EQUALIZE humanity. What you may lose as a man or a woman is paid back to you with EQUALITY. However, you can't achieve this on your own.

Mitt Romney, outside of being a spawn of yours truly, knows and understands/understood this. He just can't pledge allegiance to The Hamilton States of America because... well, it would be awkward. At the time, I was struggling, living in Harlem, getting into hood shit. He was running for president, and dead assically WHOOPED Obama's ass in the debates. At days end, however, he lost. Hook or crook. And the country has been devastated ever since. I say all this, because I see a bit of Romney in Jim Jordan. I think he could be a fighter in TRADITIONAL equality being the mainstream standard.

Be on the look out for Jim Jordan, y'all.

Shouts to Mitt Romney.

Hi, Christina!

I hate mentioning my girlfriends/exes in the music. They live longer than the song does. And no, I don't want them dead.

#comma

Eggman 0fficial lyrics

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Let me boogie! Got milk and some cookies. Christmas time! Rubbin my gut. Ain't nobody fuckin it up. I'm spending it ALONE! On the rocks is some Bailey's in the cockpit. Y'all heard me right. I'm a virgin right? Now turn me out!, when you turn it around. Like a record. Put the needle on, and I touch the arm. Just to harm the groove. "What you wanna do?". Don't panic. Y'all know this is so candid. My paint on the whole canvas. Don't panic!, don't panic!

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Bustin' nuts on a cloud!
Shout out loud.

I'm the one for you.

With your love by my side,

the world will be mine.

I'm the one for you.

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Stuck with indecision. The public begins the living without me. I left the clouds. I reached The Sun. My weapon now. Satellites, bow down. Grab a mic, or chow down. Matter fact, don't grab the mic. Just have a bite of what I'm about now. Yeah "Bow Down". Westside Connection like Spectrum. Niggas ain't get it?, that's the weapon. Like the Sunshine. Baby, one time. Unhigh. That high. Sometimes I'm a mad guy. White dude, but a black guy. I do what you lack. Eye.

(hook)
Bustin' nuts on a cloud!
Shout out loud.

I'm the one for you.

With your love by my side,

the world will be mine.

I'm the one for you.

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Hambatta. Africa. The damn problem. I jam proper. Not a man can. You cannot. You stand with nada. I'm the problem of the land, every time I stomp on the land. Romping. And? Niggas want a problem? I'll be God damned. Say a prayer, just for assurance. Hit up Satan: "I'm nervous!" Walk the Earth's surface. Feeling less than, but perfect! Curt Henning. Each inning feels like the 9th and... I'm at bat. Even though I go up 4th, y'all know what for.

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Bustin' nuts on a cloud!
Shout out loud.

I'm the one for you.

With your love by my side,

the world will be mine.

I'm the one for you.

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Dedicated to Jimmy Iovine, Jim Carrey, and whoever the new Dr. Robotnik will be. My deepest love to SEGA and Sonic the Hedgehog.

#comma

Stand Tall 0fficial lyrics

 (I thought I posted this, but... I guess not; here we go)

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Nothin' higher. Everything I spit is fuckin fire. Let me try it again: nothin' higher! Everything I spit is fuckin fire! Hate me? Nigga, "Just retire!, they screamin from the peanut gallery...." I'm feelin like the real Mike Lowry: "Get out of my housssssse!" Bitch, I get down! Nothin' but my doubt in my mouth... What more to say? Sacrificing, on a gorgeous day. Lay on the altar. Nudity. You with me, usually beauty. But now, face ignorance. With innocence. Bitch, I get it in! ...ungh.

(hook)

When you take a look at me, you're high.

I said, when you take a look at me, you're high.

But you wanna be sober

as you walk by.

So if you take a look at me,

just say "hi".

And keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

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I'm something like a gun. I Gave You Power, but you don't like me 'cause I jam. Something like Fun. You love to be around me, but I don't give a God damn. I'm a Debbie Downer. Found with Flounder. Little Mermaid. It was her day. Give a word away. Give ME a word. I'll throw it back. Like a she-and-her. I put her in her place. Word to the wordplay. STAY THERE, THEN! I play fair, and The Day is full of Air and The Sun. Otherwise, it's just a bunch of fuckin guys with another lie. They ain't flying by. Just the gangs flying by. Throw your gang signs up high...

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When you take a look at me, you're high.

I said, when you take a look at me, you're high.

But you wanna be sober

as you walk by.

So if you take a look at me,

say "hi".

And keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

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As I rise, I find the credentials I have don't mean shit to them niggas on the ave. So, I keep it cool. Play it like I'm not in a gang. Be the rules. Columbine be the Gang. You don't see the pain, but indeed we rule. Like a judge with a gavel. I do my own thing. What the fuck is a battle?! Y'all niggas ain't ready. Ga head, click and spray heavy. I'ma stay right there. Bullseye on my chest, 'cause I am The Best. Eye for The Best like The Top. But I suggest you do not. My question is, do you have a lot? 'Cause I got more, and more in store...

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When you take a look at me, you're high.

I said, when you take a look at me, you're high.

But you wanna be sober

as you walk by.

So if you take a look at me,

say "hi".

And keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

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#comma

Another Shady Birthday

If I didn't know any better, I would say that Eminem raised EVERYONE, STARTING from the generation of youth that embraced him. Nowadays, a psycho-based relationship is considered real love (Blueface/Chrisean, for example). Pills are now more contraband than ever ("Relapse"). He's still the most feared battle rapper (MGK, Game, Snoop for example). Likely to be considered the most influential emcee OF ALL TIME (don't front; a lot of MCs started using multi-syllables in their rhymes after Em took off). Held his own next to the modern beast, Drake ("Forever"). But I would be remiss if I didn't bring it back to his FIRST album, Infinite.

I reference this album quite a bit. It's raw and pure EMINEM. Not Slim Shady (yet). There was optimism, before the desperation of his later music. But he still would and could bite the head off of any and every emcee to approach him. I'm proud of you, Em. Mr. Mathers, as I refer to you as... still own EVERY album, LEGALLY. I shed a few tears to MTBMB (cut me deep, there!). I don't know, man. I'm of the mind to ask if I'm not good enough to be on the Shady/Aftermath roster. I mean, we speak (Em & I), but I'm usually confident when we speak. It's like talking to a cool uncle that wants to see you do better. Still, am I lacking something? Am I too forward (shouts to Latto)? I don't know.

Maybe we're not meant to do business. Maybe this is just a remote friendship that lasted over the span of almost 30 (!) years. Maybe we're deeper than the family I know us to be. I really don't know. I just know that I care about you, Mr. Mathers. 

Happy birthday to my favorite rapper, Eminem.

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At age 50, Eminem is dead ass hip-hiop.

Holla atchya Stan!

#comma