Happy Birthday, VSDiamond.


[a poem]

Whatever we are, we make sense.
I want us to match.
To be a match.
To spark.
To spark without error.
A perfectionist never rests.
We sleep in the same bed when ties no longer bind.
As the knot loosens, we relax.
Yet untied combat boots is a trap.
Cleanliness is divine insecurity.
I let my self go with you.
I let myself go with you.
For every reason not to trust me, I reflect it on you.
We could easily get along.
But we don't know each other.
Madonna's words of Austin ring bigger in the inner city.
My pain-induced racism has a bitter aftertaste, as I kiss you deeper than the racism pain-induced.
You were my influence before I met you.
You met I before influence could see.
I am sorry for my passively barbaric nature.
You are a smooth criminal.
I already said I don't want to be a victim.
What can Pearl Harbor say to Hiroshima?
The very brilliance that explained the beginning developed the end.
Just stand next to me in American Gothic.
Allow me to cause the grin of your Mona Lisa.
I have fallen so many times, I am paralyzed.
See?
So allow me time to heal and forgive myself for all I have to give...
...of myself...
...to keep you.

[that, and this]



[everyday, I get accused...]

Happy Sunday, StarChasers.





~phenomenal~
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Power 106/Cruz Show freestyle official lyrics



They been holdin' my back. Holdin' me back. So, I ain't wack. You know it's a fact. Every time I flow from the cap, niggas know it's a crack sentence. And I get sentenced in a prison when I distribute this crack for you to listen to. In fact, it is true. I have fallen off. And I landed on a pile of money. How is it funny? If I fell off, gravity got my back. I guess gravity's the management now. Standin' my ground. Damn I'm profound. Hamilton's sound on a Dre track makes me go back in the day like, "This is the cypherin' phase!". Can't decipher my face. Am I really upset or am I feeling myself? Like Nicki and Bey. Pretty as can be, but I'm ugly inside. Such a beast. You can't fuck with me! That's just how it be. Every time (like I said) when I rap off the skully or ball cap, I run all (w)rap. But a lot of cats like to disagree. Little trolls... yeah. They like to be dissin' me. But I give them they respect online, because they all gon' be on line to cop that album of mine. Bottom line.(,) I respect the hate. But I don't wanna speculate on yesterday's hatred. It could've been a fan or a celeb. Damn. This is all from the head. So I'm reflecting and memorize all the things of these niggas enterprising. They all sayin' "It's dinner time!" when it's time to make a comment. But then, I bomb shit. Like I said. I'm a great musician. And I'm in a great position. "Hey, just listen!" Every time I rock, man... it's so amazing. This beat is great. Simone, don't hate it. My favorite chick from back in the day. But lately, I can't seem make up my mind. I got a new chick. Ass fatter than... whatever you can call a planet that sat her in (Saturn). Rhyming in different patterns. Having mad fun. Got 'em laughing and shit. I wish I could go in the direction I stay in, but that'll leave me mad vacant. So I'm on vacation. Mind spacing out. Blanking out. What I gotta say about now? Rock to the rhythm. Like this shit. Dre track. Pardon me for cursing, but I'm nice with this.

(explanations)

Dr. Dre has a video where there is a torture chamber with hooks on the wall. In the movie "The Cell", the killer was a paranoid schizophrenic who would attach hooks to his back to go to sleep.

Crack viles have caps on them. The Rockerfeller Drug Laws (repealed) would sentence someone to 25-life for possession.

"Even if I fall, I still land on a pile of money..."
-JAY Z, "Success"

I disagreed with management's direction, but was successful.

Nicki and Bey weren't happy with the song "Feelin' Myself", but were very open on the song.

My listeners can be rather disrespectful.

The difference between online and on line is space.

"Head" in Harlem means indirect disrespect via making one feel good.

Everything else, only Dr. Dre would understand.



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GOAT CH Radio freestyle


Thank you, Cruz.
I covered the last 7 years (to date) in 3 months.
12 years, actually.

A lot of feelings expressed.

Trying not to get teary-eyed now.

Mentally, I was playing "New York Raining" and following the chords lyrically.

"It's too much, my babe; I need you..."

Lyrics to be posted soon.




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From there/here... [ADHC rolls on]

After dissecting his own heart and pleading for true love to forgive/enable/vindicate him, Dr. Robotnik put his tech tools to sleep for Valentine's night. Upon awakening, he fired up his latest invention: a time machine with the capability to affect/impact wherever in time his presence is felt/not felt. Since Valentine's Day is in Black History Month, he thought he'd start a playful yet vicious fire.

He went to The Cotton Club, circa 1940s Harlem. 

The love he was looking for seemed to be very present there, and... what better way to get love/revenge than to show up all the guys in the band? Much like Charles Wellington in "Down To Earth", he's a wealthy, overweight white man in a majority-Black establishment, looking to outdo those responsible for the culture. Problems are destined to arise.

Blue Notice is a new series of music, venturing into the sounds of jazz. Dr. Robotnik and his latest (perhaps most deadly) invention creates moving, audible still shots of time and gives room for him to do his... Robotnik thing. As with The Rise Of... and Love's Sight, he's in his chamber, traveling physically and through quantum physics, narrating the commotion he causes.


Has the genocidal Dr. Robotnik switched to the suicide side? Or is there something more diabolical up his sleeves?




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At first... (ADHC continues)

As Sonic the Hamilton remains in the afterlife (he died on "Hamilton, Charles" via "Stay There"), the rise of Dr. Robotnik polarized everyone and everything... all things. Nothing can be done or said about the projected rage of a misunderstood and often humiliated genius. This humiliation is usually by the one who's loved by all things. Yet is a part of all things. By being a thing. How could "the creator of all things" not be loved? The rage is a real as the hate.

With Black History Month being the holder of Valentine's Day, the exploration into the color black begs the question of Dr. J, "What color is my heart?" A black heart would mean certain destruction for all things. The acknowledgement of a heart would mean certain destruction for the beholder. And anyone beholding with him. The coldest thing Dr. Robotnik could do is ignore the pressing politics of February and behold the hue of his heart. Expecting the worse, praying for the best, preying on most who expect the best for themselves.

Angel At My Table is a series of love music (a la The L Word) from the perspective of a good heart gone black. The love of sound brings about the acquired taste of the sound of it, while the desire to prey upon the wicked (consciously or otherwise) is the sound of love.

I offer no further explanations. You either will love or let go.

Love is your fee.


["Can Sonic resurrect?! Have we seen the last of a pure C. Hamilton?! WHERE'S JA?!!!"]

Have a seat.

#NxtSzn



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At first.... [ADHC continues] {released version}

With Sonic passing away (Hamilton, Charles), Charles losing Sonic and Dr. Robotnik getting more diabolical, love is difficult to come by and keep among 3. What happens when love becomes a chore?





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The Basic Instruction Before...



Let's talk things over, Adesola.



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NuDiagnosis (more info at tumblr.com/czhphenomenal)


2/14/2019
7:30 pm

Right here.

Have a seat.

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INTERNET??!!!





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Marital Blowjobs official lyrics



See God, it's like... I have so much available to me, and I lost so much... I can't escape saying my life is a 2. But in your image I'm 3, and in the past I was 6. Just wanna get nasty real quick...

I say a prayer before I eat the box, be it KFC or a lady that I need to stop in the street because she's way sexy. Please let me play with your Playtex each time it's bleeding. Give me a reason to be inside. Am I deep enough for you to be my bride? For me to creep inside and say she's enough? See I gotta find out first 5 minutes if you with it. If I can hit the crib and dig in it. Like a box of KFC. Let me not play in the playoffs this week. We're only in the preseason. Which means the ..."pre" is breathing. The beauty of me. The beauty of seeds, if she is sittin' and sippin'.

(hook)
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.

We put the Rated G to bed. Rated PG when we're... "walkin' around", instead of being seated in this PG-13 flick (seen by all/R/au). Amazing. NC-17 we need to be, tonight. My God! I understand you. Maybe I don't. Maybe I'm laying with most. But I can hand you so much for making me grow up (and stuff). Grandma said "Protect yourself", but I don't want you to touch the glove. I want you to feel all of me. What are you calling me? My darling please. I can't walk from thee. I want to make you say "I can't walk, baby! Please! Why you hit it so hard?!" It's because I'm all you need...

(hook)
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.
Girl, swallow me down
after you suck me off.
Then, wipe your mouth.
And then, just... kiss me soft.

(puts on trench coat and walks away)





~phenomenal~
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Miyagi's Stanzas (a freewrite)

I'm the R.L. Stein of rhyme. I'm next to get mine. Been on your set with red eyes. I make it clear. When you hear me say "Make it clear", that's because my peer is Day. So what up? I started families in my young age. Saved my son from gunplay and my daughter will be queen one day. Some may say my grooming tactics are doom when in fact it's the magic of avoiding the tragic. "You will never die, so let no one bag it!" I say that shit to my balls. And say "Are you ready?!" whenever I'm in some walls. I'm already raising my children. I'm just scrambling eggs. Sunnyside up, since I panted for your legs. I guess I should follow what they suggest. They being you and all that ass in your dress. 30 seconds in the 4th quarter, I suggest you back up your talk and and make water out of the net. Sports metaphors are so DJ Clue. And I don't know shit, so please make a move. Either to the floor with your vibe, to the door with your lies or refresh the board with your eyes. Nigga, Swatch. Timex. Now click the top of your page. See? It's not gonna change. My Chrome is top left. Not to escape. Fuck it. I got you niggas watching my page. Like Vince. I'm convinced if I try to dumb it down, all life gets dense. I'm like a smartphone. Feel brighter. But damn. Now you using me, waiting for some real fire. I inspire pills. I retire thrills. I am still sire. Will the fire chill? Love me or hate me, I school you. Like a fire drill. Then you get hired and I'm required STILL.

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This ONE picture of mine, I can't find.
But it totally describes where I'm at with everything.
I'm very happy about where I am creatively.
I'm not looking to do any features with anyone in which I won't immediately or immensely benefit.

I found my uniform.
You'll know when you see.
As conceited as I am, I'm now working on appreciating myself, as opposed to valuing myself.

I'm dead bad, b.

Musically, I'm improving immensely.
I know what I want to do and say.
I know how I look, how I want to look, and how you may perceive me.

All I need is financial security.

Look, y'all.
I didn't "blow" a million or so dollars.
I have receipts and statements to the validation of such.
I was just more loving than I needed to be.
The next time I come across lump sums and stable payments, I will be more I-centered than bifocals.

Also, www.seiaich.com is now a social site.
Visit, register, make friends.

The hunt for breakfast begins.

HapHAPPY, y'all...




~phenomenal~
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A.D.H.C. (#Gameday #NxtSznBegins)



ADHC is a further development of The Hamiltonization Process. Admittedly, after #THP’s debut, I grew jealous of the climate in modern-Hip-Hop. As an individual, I maintained a presence of a warm heart and business sense of professionalism. As an emcee, I proved the ability to become a Chamillionaire. As a lyricist, I brought spoken word to the big screen. Yet I remained unspoken until private matters (to which I proclaim innocence) were made public. In some cases, when private matters IMPACTED the public. 

Though I was very much a Hermit in those times, I have grown. I have interests in family (genealogical, Romantic/Latin, social, cultural, extraterrestrial [*!!]). There is also the beautifully budding issue of race. And my life still stirs the echoes of a thick brew. 

ADHC stands for Awakening, Discovery, Healing, Completion. Listen as I fall from grace in levitation.

New franchises.
New approach.
Still the same loser.

The Rise of Dr. Robotnik 
An Angel At My Table 
Blue Notice 
Solid Gold
The Armstrong Family
Infancy
Mystery Psyance Theater
Dead Poets Society


Pastor Muppets






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