Because the Internet 0fficial lyrics

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(verse 1)

I acknowledge the power of magick. You grasp it?! Fuckin faggot. I actually enjoy rapping. Everyone's getting on my last nerve. Stop touching me! And don't fuck with me! I don't care about luxury. I just want my chick. It was Chuck and me, but then she decided to do some other sheet. I mean, shit. I mean... look at this shit! What, shite? Nutty Professor, when I fuck my chick at night! Mad fat. In her ass crack. And that's a doom. What happened to... THAT boy? The dude who was afraid of doom, but was rapping because "Hey! It was to assume that I didn't enjoy being in doom!". Plus I got people in my room, viewing me. It's you and me, Mr. I-Don't-Like-Life. And I'm the guy who I need to be on the mic...

(hook)

Madder, because of magick,

and I don't want you to have it!

Madder, because of magick!

My flow is automatic.

Madder, because of magick.

Do you want me sadder?!
Abra-FUCKING-cadabra!, nigga.

Abracadabra!

(verse 2)

Everyone's going nuts, but I castrate rap. Lacerate rap. Have a bacon stick of that. Not a stick of bacon. A strip. As in, "Mind your fuckin' business, Business!". Why is everyone paying attention, when I wasn't the one saying some shit that had everybody losing their mind? WHAT and THAT! You can't take that shit the fuck back! I said it on the mic, now anyone else is biting! And I said that, without writing! Fine. Lately I write my hooks down. And I don't have to look down. But when I do it, I'm the one looking stupid. On this microphone, I'm the nicest, and I hone in to my zone. But this mic belongs to Spud. Charles belongs to love, and Charles is in love with a chick in a thong.

(hook)

Madder, because of magick,

and I don't want you to have it!

Madder, because of magick!

My flow is automatic.

Madder, because of magick.

Do you want me sadder?!
Abra-FUCKING-cadabra!, nigga.

Abracadabra!

(verse 3)

Get your story straight, before your story gets straight. Shorty BEEN straight. More than a sensei. I bench weight. Like I'm moving coke. A lot people are wishing I was still thinking about a UFO reunion. So, here we go. Can I get them green guys back? I seem alive, in fact, when I rap. But I climax inside of some chick and can't get my vibe back. And then she killed herself. My vibe is dead. And I'm nice from the head. And I ain't gotta write. But, instead, just to impress, I let muthafuckas know I am too stressed to be blessed. Now, what a fuckin mess did I said. Instead me being so messy in my head, let's bring all of those shadows into the light. And see who's an asshole, or who wants to battle and fight.

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bars.

#beseated

Are you listening?

...came before this...

I think Mr. Mathers is listening. And as much as the world may hate it, we need each other.

Cheers to you, Mr. Mathers, son. lol

Let me cook something up in the meantime...

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Favorite Rapper Debates

I don't know who your favorite rapper is, if it isn't me. Technically, I don't care.

MY FAVORITE RAPPER CAME THROUGH!!!!!!!

Ya man can go from one of 4 personalities with ease, and tell you the story of each, in one song! Damn near IN ONE BAR!!!

I hope to impress you guys the way Eminem impressed me. BIG shouts to Slim Shady.

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MUCH success to you, my friend.

I see you, Jimmy! lol

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Camo

Apparently, no one caught what I did with the last post. Which means no one knows how to truly blog. And I'm not mad! lol I just wanted to get that off my chest (about Drake being "better than me"). One of my StarChasers checked me on it. And I thank him! Just know that I rebuilding from thinking such and knowing better.

Thank you for bearing with me.

Eminem is supposed to be dropping an album. The premise is magic. Making his career disappear. I don't know what he's doing, but he's somewhat playing into my grand scheme. 

I may get abducted this summer. Who knows(?). Just stay tuned!

How's the kingdom?! I gotta make sure everyone is okay before I get into my next endeavor: conquering space!

Any aliens wanna go on a tour of space with me? Reptilians, Xenomorphs... all the above. You're MORE than welcome to come travel the stars with me. Chase them, even...!

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Make me better.

Being in these halfway houses, I run into young, up-and-coming MCs who just want to be heard. I can't say I take them under my wing, because to do so, they would have to lose their sense of self and pick up their "cross". So I don't pressure them to "emulate" me or whatever. But I always drop jewels and break 'em down, hoping they would understand and manifest their own destiny. 

Today, I was with Dellanor (D the Kid, being his rap name) and I told him a story. Basically, I said "I'ma tell you something I never told anyone before. You ready? 

I think Drake is better than me."

And that's not a lie. I do feel he has mastered modern pop music to his advantage. He's got skills. I kept my mouth shut long enough. The boy (Drake) can spit. I think these "reference" records are all cap (bold face lies) and that Lil Wayne wouldn't have signed him if he needed a ghostwriter. 
And lest we forget the whole "Drake raped me in my sleep" thing I was paranoid about for as long as he's been on top. I leave THAT situation alone, and chalk it up to "someone being in my ear as a snake". 

Now, just because I think Drake is better doesn't mean I haven't improved myself, or that I will stop making music. I just won't be like the 99% of EVERYONE ELSE and make music JUST LIKE him. I think that's disgusting. To BE the man, WOOOOOO!, you've got to BEAT the man! 

And I plan to be the man again.

He's sent both shots and shouts. The shots are up for debate (none detectable to the human ear), but the shouts are still available. He started a blog (hint), on which he said I was in his Top 10 Semi-Underground list. I saw that shout, and raised it by saying on MY blog that he was the #1 young rapper out. I even put myself at #12, saying I was numbers 1 AND 2. 

No one caught the KRS reference.

But yeah, StarChasers. You are officially allowed to indulge in Drizzymania. I won't be mad. Won't cry. Won't shed a tear. I know you love me. I just know when something is of urgent matters and requires you to listen. Look. I'm only aspiring to be who you listen to. So I don't need much to make that happen. You guys should aspire to do and be more. Being a #loser means being so focused on one's craft that you miss out on social happenings. 

I could've died from Covid and not gave a fuck, because I found out the LOUD way (phone calls, emails, alerts, etc.). I know I have to do better with communicating with the outside world. But I get in my zone and create. And honestly, that's what brought us here today. So yeah. Let me cook with a Drake picture as my bullseye (not literal, at all). Understand that I feed off the passive subs he sends at me. I fuel off it. It makes me attack the mic. 

But I could be wrong.

and i might owe him an apology.

The next 2 years will speak VOLUMES to my work ethic.
Nevertheless.

#beseated

WorldGothDay

It was brought to my attention recently that World Goth Day recently passed. Though I feel bad for not knowing, I also feel that subscribing to holidays are the wrong kind of pagan. As a Goth, World Goth Day is everyday, no matter what color I'm wearing. I've seen some DOWN ass Goths who were wearing everyday colors. Maybe they were decisively dull, the colors. Still, we vibed. Damn near the same day, I saw 2 Gothic "brides" outside of the DTLA Apple store. We vibed, shared a smile, and kept pushing.

I have a girl, now. Can't be having "moments" with random chicks.

But what would one do on World Goth Day? It lands on May 23rd, which is the release date of "The Marshall Mathers LP" (2000). I'm not sure if Em sees himself as a Goth (he's dead a Blood), but his appeal to them/us is through the damn roof. Or is it just me? 

I almost take responsibility for Em's 20+ year reign of terror. I am (indeed, in fact) The All Seeing Eye. You hear everything I hear, feel what I feel, see what I see, taste what I taste, smell what I smell... I am a slave to outer opinion. Em got me out of my shell, as far as going from being completely outgoing to being a shell full of potential. You often seem me give credit to J Dilla for helping me get out of my shell, but no. Em had me acting a damn fool in class, as well as spittin FIRE at will.

The Dilla Effect came through in high school.

But not every Goth is a big Shady head. Some people use Goth Subculture as a reason to dive into homosexuality. In my opinion, homosexual Goths are Satanists. You clearly made your choice. I am speaking from experience. You can't LIVE in sin and expect God's grace. I know, I know. "God is Dr. Dre! He don't give a fuck!" 

Dr. Dre is a homophobe.
Dead assically, most of the Interscope roster was/is (I heard they got bought).

I didn't wanna rub Jimmy the wrong way (pause!), but I SERIOUSLY needed to know what the company policy was regarding homophobia/homophobic lyrics. I mean, damn... The House That Shady Built, ya know? And I'm from Harlem. My mind only opens but so much. Like a moon roof. But homosexuality is a real issue in the world. Could be what ends it. Could be what begins it. The world, that is...

World Goth Day should be on June 6th. Celebrations should start at 6am (break day from the night before), continue up to 6pm, and there be a HUGE rave from 6pm until 6am the next day. Something like that. Regardless, don't let color or social bondage deter you from claiming you're a Goth. Just know that you DO have to represent your shit at some point. 

Even the street gangs are drawing lines in the sand.

#beseated

I do declare...

I always end up in a bind where I have MANY ideas, and not enough outlets. That sentence ALONE came with much thought and consideration. But onward. I find that now since I've declared myself king, there is nothing else to go for. Nothing else to live for. All I have to do is provide for you sonic entertainment to last the year. Then I can THINK about passing the throne/cepter/crown.

Still. I have a dope concept for an album. Rather, this particular album will be a particular ritual... within music theory.

"It always starts again. You move forward. With or without it."

"Talking cryptic? Naw. You're all stalling, and I'm quick (Quik; special shout out)!"

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"Moment of honesty..."

 A rare Alicia Keys quote to set off this entry... 

I'm always touched when people acknowledge my music. It makes all the hard work worth it. I'm particularly touched when people acknowledge my 2012-13 music. 

Here's why.

I started doing this thing where I would interpret the beat, as literally as possible. Yes, I was writing in my head A LOT during that time. But I was more into the PRODUCTION side of things. That's where and what I thought the strength was. 

So, I would go through what I went through (be it that day or in general), and make a beat DEEPLY interpreting the day. "Singinthetunewithus Es" from #IAlwaysDieInBrooklyn is the same sample as The Beatnuts "No Escapin' This". At the time of making the beat, I was in a Christian sleep away center called The Dream Center, where I would wait for either Matt or Jeff to do something for my career. Once I realized they just wanted me out of the way, I plotted an escape. Not without a soundtrack, however. 

So yeah. The bars started picking up steam around 2013, when it was reported to me that people liked my off-kilter, Madlib-esque flow. I could've and would've kept it going, but I grew OUTwards instead of upwards. I started taking notes from the mainstream OGs, no matter how clandestine their actions were/are.

I'm glad you're here. Just know that being offbeat requires a music theory knowledge set that VERY FEW have.

Off my soapbox I go...

#beseated

The solution

What do you do when you feel unappreciated, underwhelmed with life and overwhelmed with ideas?

Create!
Start a blog!
Take pictures!
Video tape EVERYTHING!
Take notes on how boring everyday is.

Make life worth living for YOURSELF! No one is going to make you enjoy life. In fact, people get off to the knowledge of you NOT enjoying life. 

OR...

practice not giving a fuck about shit!.!.!.

It's a healthy practice. You'll feel your load lighten up the less you give a fuck about minuscule details.

Just wanted to share some rebellious wisdom with you.

I'm happy. I get down every so often, but overall, I'm happy. I don't need a reminder of who (or should I say, where) I was, and I love the encouragement to be... who I already am. As you can see, I'm going hard without backup. I'm even supporting an artist or two here and there. I survive it by cutting the fat. Just doing me the whole time.

I'm around. Just wanted to tap in.

#beseated

 

The New #3rdEyeMagic is Here!!!

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100% produced by yours truly.

100% recorded and mixed by CYoumg.

Mastered by Charles Hamilton.

Check us out!!!

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Sonic Evolution

#TheGameOverSound

Est. 2005
Produced by Charles Hamilton for 3DMusic/VinylPop/Jr.CORP

— King Charles! (@CharlesHamilton) May 16, 2024

There has been much debate about my "dirty leather wallet sound". Some of my lo-fi has been considered hi-fi, and my hi-fi gets degraded to lo-fi. But there is (and always has been) a certain texture to my music. From the grittiness to the melodic sounds in it. Well, after much debate and back and forth with my influence, I have decided to name my sound...

The Game Over Sound

Basically, the music you hear after losing a game. All 3 lives. ...mixed with the life-threatening grooves/chops of the most horrifying tales in music.

It doesn't matter what you think.

It's already over.

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Monday the 13th 0fficial lyrics

 

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(verse 1)

Does my vulnerability kill you? It's supposed to be humility. Not even posing. Just lyrically imposing. My imposition is to never be lonely. Whether it's a chick to hold me or a spliff with my homies. It could get as OD as Fentanyl. With my problems involved, I give you a kiss on your cheek. Welcome. I don't wanna kiss you goodbye, so I'ma roll this/sip this till I'm by you. You know, like Eve. Regardless, I'm likely who you like this evening. So stand by me. Ben E. King on ANYTHING.

(hook)

Don't let me go.
Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

I'm afraid to be alone.

I'm afraid to be alone...

(verse 2)

Trust and believe, the feeling is justice I need. But as a king, I just need to believe in my justice being the food for the people. No, I'm not rude to the people. When they're rude to me, I behead them. No reason for me to be ahead of them. Not a federal offense, though it should be... spent on some pussy as a pauper. The last few dollars I had. Just like a collar I grab. Still, I gotta be sad. There's people in my kingdom who do not receive blessings. Well, here's the message: never let me see you not be free.

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Don't let me go.
Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

I'm afraid to be alone.

I'm afraid to be alone...

(verse 3)

I see my target. Graze it. Wait for the day when the hit wasn't "just enough" for them to leave me alone. Then it's straight to the spliff. They get smoked. With hope that they can lead me to a greater ecstacy. A major telepathy event. Let me see if you can vent like me... when you're dead. Next to me is death. On the other side of the chessboard is reason to stress some more. I question the thought. Do I need death and respiration to walk with me? Strangely, I do. Duke and The Prince, dooin his shit!

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Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go!

I'm afraid to be alone.

I'm afraid to be alone...

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Get well wishes to England's King Charles. I heard he's dying. Never wanna wish death on anyone. Not even my enemies.

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Wiped.

My new meds have me WHOOPED. Ask Star Baddie. We were out, and I took my meds on schedule. I was out cold within minutes. So I have to work according to how the meds make me feel. 

The meds got me thinking I'm a better person. I'm conscientiously a better person. Kinder, selfless, more understanding. But I can't make music the way I used to! Granted the content is thicker...

If you've been prescribed meds, stay on them. They do help. Maybe my output was superhuman. I may have bit odd more than I can chew by putting out so much music. Well, if it helped you, it's worth the adjustnent. 

Make my sacrifice worth while!!!

#beseated