A few things...

 

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This is the SECOND single from "Stardust". I don't know how to explain it, but this album is going through the roof. Though the numbers are low, the evidence of influence is HEAVY. Per usual.

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Lately I've been talking about different rhyme techniques. Eventually I'll talk about production techniques. I would just rather be responsible for a new crop of GOOD MCs. Too many people bit my production style... let me stop crying and get to it.

I don't know if you notice it or not, but I switch my flow in every bar. Every bar in my verses have a different flow. This is definitely intentional. Sometimes I follow rhyme schemes, but I leave that for lyricists (people who write their rhymes). But let it be known; I can follow a rhyme scheme without writing.

More to say, more to see.
Be bak soon.






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"Hardcore Hip-Hop"...

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What more can I say?

Thank you, Dr. Dre.





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J Dilla and Sonic

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My eyes had yet to be opened, thought I was very wise.

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My eyes were open, but I was blinded by my own ignorance.



J Dilla had a technique similar to Dr. Dre. He simply asked that you spill it ALL. Poetry is cool, but you had to put your soul on the floor (as my mother would say; hint). If it didn't rhyme, it was okay. Because your soul is in it. And that was enough for him to work with.

I will regret this soon.



The key to freestyling good is keeping Sonic the Hedgehog in your mind.
Another reason I stopped writing in 2012.

Because Sonic the Hedgehog exists.
If I'm not Sonic, I know who he is.

And THAT secret is safe with me.



(a-ha, Cardi B! lol)





May the above freestyles exemplify my "usage" of both.



You know I love you, right J Dilla?

Hey Sonic! How am I doing as Robotnik?








You all die 11102023.





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Dr. Dre's Intervention

Speaking of using your soul...


The Honorable Dr. Dre has a sure fire technique to help you with your syllable and context usage. 


So, Dr. Dre samples. HEAVY. ALL of his beats are samples (I'm sorry Dr. Dre, if this leads to some kind of financial hardship; just tryna help music out). And the samples are OD. Thing is, the artist(s) he produce(s) for don't always know (or believe) that 1. they're samples and 2. what the sample is if indeed they are samples. Therefore, the next part is tricky, and a test of how much you believe in #TheGoodDoctor.

He insists that you give your soul to the sample in the beat (not the beat), and spit off top. The syllables will be there. The spirit will be there. Your soul will replenish. Just trust in the spirit of music/hip-hop.

Few do it, few can do it. But it's only for the brave. Not for the faint at heart.


Here's an example of me dooinit...



So, grab a CH beat, grab a MacBook, open GarageBand, and let your soul take pilot.




Don't say I didn't try to enhance you, hip-hop.
Music, you oughta know you come first.




Hello, Simone.







What up, Doc! 
Maybe another Saturday!!!







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Lupe Fiasco and Charles Hamilton's Bar Management

While on tour with Lupe, I asked him if I could spit a verse from a song for him. I was explaining to him soul exhurtion (breathing out from your chest, not your mouth), and how I was using it to rhyme. Literally rhyming from my soul. He then dropped a jewel that I never forgot and still use to this day.

He said he "exhausts" words. Like, repeating a word (or phrase, in my case) and wearing out the meaning (and/or phonetic sound, in my case). 

So I spit the verse. He was impressed. He then went and exhausted on of the words, and proceeded to blow my mind with how he morphed the whole verse. But as he did it, I could see he was doubly impressed with how the context of the word went deeper as the verse played, and it all came together with the song.

So... try it. Apparently, such is the G code. "Exhaust" words until they rhyme.

But it's a LuCH thing. lol


Holla back, Mr. Muhammad.




Oh. The song in question is "That!", from Fear the Reaper.


Have you seen a ghost?





Yo, G. Don't hate me. I'm here to nice up the nation!!!!!




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140 characters

I can't stop, y'all. I been lacing y'all with content (I hate that word) all day. And with the way my body feels, no signs of stopping. And I can feel my body shutting down as we speak (lol how ironic).

As you go through my blog, look for the "0fficial lyrics" to songs. Official, spelled with a zero. Now. As you read the lyrics, take note of the #letterplay. Yes, the wordplay is there. But the letters in each word... not only rhyme, but connect to the context and tell a story by themselves. As I'm recording, it seems chaotic. But once the song/album is done and I let them cool off, it all comes together.


I acknowledge the power of magic.

It's everywhere.



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"One more thing! One more thing!"

Remember that commercial where the mom overdressed the son for winter time? I think it was K-Mart or something...

anyway...

I also encourage listeners to transcribe (write down) my lyrics as you hear them. The whole song. Reason is, you can easily turn my bars into spells and curses. Though they are full words and sentences, you can spell the words funky and make legitimate magic.

For example:

"Isn't it one of the biggest bitches you have ever seen? Yokozuna!"


can turn into...


"Izzni twun uvda biggstb itchs uwav ev rsee nyo kozu na!"


You can define it your way. 


#TheHamiltonLanguage







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Sense Less


3rd Eye = between your eyebrows

4th Nose = the tip of your nose

5th Ear = the bottom of your right ear

6th Sense = the bottom part of the center of your chest



Get in tune with yourself, now that you know where everything is. 
You will "find out and see" that my music is meant to titillate each.




I'm done for now. So one for now.














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Moment of Clarity

So, to not belabor the point, I switched my style from writing streams of thought to Wax Poetry. What is Wax Poetry? According to Google, “Wax poetic” is an English phrase that is used to describe someone's overly flowery and longwinded style of speech. If one person waxes poetic on a subject they're spending too much time on it and using diction that's likely not suited to the situation. 

But let's break in down.

In hip-hop, wax means "on record". Vinyls are made of wax (if they're not Sonic the Hedgehog himself; grrr...). Diss tracks were immediately pressed to vinyl after they were recorded, in an attempt to make money off the beef (lyrical war). When you "keep it on wax", you're making sure that the tough talk in a diss track isn't going to spill into the streets.

We all know what poetry is.

I now spit (and record) overly flowery and longwinded poems, aimed at particular subjects. I also add positive affirmations in my music, such as good health, wealth, happiness, etc., and manifest them through magic. 

The key to it is the fact they are RECORDED. As it records, I KNOW the mic is picking up my premeditated (yet unwritten) thoughts. The live recording is WRITING the lyrics/sound in the computer. This is easier and best done on GarageBand. Once recorded, I add my LITERAL magic (the main spell I casted is called "Forget Me Nots"), mix it so EVERY WORD can be heard, and print it. The beat is already mixed.

I want to put y'all onto something. There is a genre of music called Hardcore. It's FAR from hip-hop, TOO hard to be pop, and too dangerous to be mainstream. One of the most famous Hardcore acts is named Scooter. Triggering. But they are GIFTED. Basically, they travel into songs (like me) and CHANGE THE ORIGINAL RECORD, COMPLETELY. Some of their tactics are despicable, but the outcome is WORSHIP READY. I think Carl Cox does it too (legendary UK DJ/producer). ANNA, another potential Hardcore producer, uses electricity in and of itself. A man's (ahem) job, but she does it and does it well.

The production of Hamilton, Charles is Hardcore. If you ever find the original sample, it's a wrap for you.

Jay-Z has a line where he says, "I mastered my aesthetics. I know you often heard me wax poetic 'Bout bein' back in the Lexus But trust me, that was nothing...". He's onto me.

I recommend all those with broken hearts and open Bibles to buy a Macbook, open GarageBand, put in a select Charles Hamilton instrumental (any era) and just GO. 

Nothing more to say.





Stardust can be found here.
And to find other artists with a similar technique, click here.

Remember, remember, the 5th of November.

And forget not November 10th!







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Medication and flashbacks

If you saw my RedBull documentary, you probably know the big memory that's fucking with me this morning. No need to rehash. But yeah. I'm triggered with memories.

Being a rape victim makes being a father to a boy SO MUCH HARDER. I'm sensitive to EVERYTHING said, EVERYTHING is an allusion, EVERYONE is tougher. And kids nowadays are super cruel. I can teach him how to box, but I fight dirty. I can take him to a gun range, but I fear that he will one day turn it on himself (if not me first). I can give him advice on the ladies, but I suck at relationships. All I can do is explain myself and hope he understands one day.

OH! And then, there's music.


Check out Prodigal[.], my take on Lupe Fiasco's "The Cool" album. Basically, Michael Young History comes back from the dead to attend his son (of whom he's never met; he died before he was born)'s graduation. I personally sent it to Lupe. He knows why. I would further explain, but The Devil is in the details.



Expect transcripts soon.









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Place mints.

Shout out to Apollo Brown. I'm listening to his latest instrumental album. I plan to post a link to the YouTube playlist at the end of this entry. But yeah. I had to remind myself how depressed I really am. I can't believe I put my hands on a woman. Especially a woman I planned a future with. I have very little money to my name. My connects in the business aren't the same. I'm TOO tempted to try Fentanyl. My teeth are tragically stained. Though it's not a complaint, my grays are coming in at a high rate. I walk funny, due to having glass in one foot and a mouse bite on the other. My singing voice is dwindling due to cigarettes. My turntable deck isn't working, along with my software not working like it did just a month ago.

All these things I can fix myself. But my spirit isn't willing to. I just want to make music, blog and take pictures. However, I realized something...


God loves me!


I don't plan to take God's love for granted. I'm not even sure if I should acknowledge God's love. I'm a damn Devil! On that topic, I spoke with Splash recently. I was able to help him out of a jam. He doesn't know how far down I've sunk. I really am struggling with keeping myself motivated. I tried to record "Stardust" today, and passed out. Some albums, like "The Left Turntabl", are charmed. Meaning, I'm doing The Devil's dirty work by recording them. Meaning, it's not my energy that's needed. And I felt it today. I was BARELY able to make it to dinner. And dinner sucked, by the way.

Yo. I hope to inspire with all that I do. Take notes on the falters, celebrate the highs. I don't slave for hours on my MacBook just to be laughed at, with not return on investment. I'm turning 36. Most folks would've quit at 24, with the career I've had. I may have stepped back, but I never stopped making music (or writing poetry/blogging). I always find a way to express the Gothic angst of a Black male misunderstood.


Is it still all good?



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If you don't *no*, now you *know*...




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From the grave to the... cloud.

Resurrection of the Mixtape Rapper


Aquafina Dreamer: The Mixtape


Fear and Limitations


I think you know what to do with the underlined.




Knowing that you listen to my music saves my life. I thank you. I have no plans to stop, but if I do, know that I'm still thinking about music. And you.


All of you.


Thank you.









#thephenom!!!

Boosted Tolerance 0fficial audio

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One of my favorite unreleased songs. Pretty much every question is answered on it. I'm proud of it, and humbled by the ethereal response. The Universe likes it!

More music soon. 




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