Preschool attention

I made a wish in 2008 for someone to be a bigger celebrity than me, so Demevolist could stop pimping me. The wish came true, and Demevolist is not in the picture anymore.

I should be happy... Right?

Welp, just the scent of Fame can bring around snakey niggas and trifling bitches.

I guess neither of you are prepared for what a good friend I can be. I also guess that you've been through enough to be like a hurt, stray dog (biting any hand that comes near you, no less the one that feeds you). Well, I never hurt you. And all you ever did was demean, degrade and disrespect me.

Since none of you are around and one of you are a female, I'm not gonna talk tough. But BOTH of y'all need your ass whooped. It's a shame everyone is dying on my birthday. It's not even a wish of mine. It's just something I'm going to do. But I want a special kind of demise for you two. And dont worry, I won't cry about y'all.

A few people picked up viles of #TheBirthdayGas. They LUVED it. And y'all will, too! That sucks. So, I have plans for you guys.

Stay tuned!

#comma

All Systems Go!

I just got word from SEGA's Davina that I am cleared to KILL YOU ALL.

Who gon check me?!

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Ohhhh, this 6 esotericism is KILLIN ME on the inside!!!!

#comma

Further immunity(.)

As if it wasn't obvious, Sciryl, Halo and Kesed are immune from #TheBirthdayGas.

Like, you know if you're immune or not. Joel and Josh from 649, for example. They have nothing to worry about. 

But EVERYONE ELSE, INCLUDING STARCHASERS, ARE DOOMED!

Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!!!

The sucky part? You'll love your death. And likely retaliate, if you're crazy enough.

I'm good tho. I got Goonz and a Gang.

About #theGang.

Don't press them about it. I don't press y'all. And when I do press, I usually have a cosign from the OGs.

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If you don't know, Sciryl is in the legendary blue hoodie.

That's my brother right there.

Everyone else?
TO YOUR DEMISE!!!!!

#comma

Drug-free school zone

 I happily report that FDAliens and LionsDem are safe from the wrap-ture.

I will say this: all those who are set to die, will love every minute of it.

Thing is, you'll be dead.

Fuck witchya BOY!

Cannon.

I mean, #comma

Happy November 10th 0fficial audio

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A little over a month away,

until

pain,

disorder,

dismay.

And liquor and weed.

#comma

 

Now immune...

 There will be a plague to wipe out humanity on November 10th. Once you inhale it, you die on the spot. I have the vaccine. And only those I chose will be immune. As you know, Columbine Gang is off the hook.

I now add Shady/Aftermath/G-Unit to my vax list. If you have a problem with them, you are fizzucked.

Back to your evening.

#comma

Hollywood Residency

While you're all on notice about your pending demise, let me share a dream I had with you last night.

Last night, I dreamt that I got picked up from a LA Greyhound by none other than Nipsey Hussle. Apparently, I was expecting Baddie to pick me up, but no, it was Nip. He gave me a pound, laughed at my outfit (but called it fresh) and helped me with my bags into the car. He was bumpin' the joint he did with the Kris Kross sample (Jackson 5, "I Want You Back", but the producer sampled "Jump Jump"). I told him I dug that joint and his "Hard Knock Life" flip. He handed me the AUX and I played "The Gothic Nipsey Hussle". He asked me the title, and I told him. He didn't believe me until he looked at my iPod. He then said "You can't make a grown Crip cry like that, nigga!".

Then we got into it. Not argue. just the overall conversation I always wanted to have with Crips.

I already stay out the streets. I know Bloods, I know Crips, I grew up around Latin Kings in Harlem, I know Vicelords, GDs... but, as I told him, I felt Crips stepped on my toes by claiming 6. To make it clear, I wasn't talking about their Rolling 60s movement. Or the Rolling movement they have in general. I'm talking about... in New York, Crips call themselves 6s. To respond, Bloods call themselves 5. That directly impacts me, because I use numerology. He said he didn't know anything about it, but he respects me for bringing it up. Then we had a LONG conversation where he asked me to read his numbers.

Next thing I know, I'm awake. 

I'm now inspired to make an album called Hollywood Residency. A dark, soulful journey through the streets of LA. LA is VERY funky (not odor wise), and where there is no Funk, there is Elektro. I hope the Hamilton, Charles collection captures that vibe. 

Expect a new Enjetic/CH project in the near future. And if CYoung can pull it together, another 3rd Eye Magic is in the works. I'm taking my time with every joint I make. Giving y'all RAW QUALITY. Stay tuned.

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Miss you, mom.

#comma

True Villainy

 How should I begin this? I'm just so offended.

How am I even mentioned by all these fucking beginners?

I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall,

Just to show niggas how much more I have installed.

I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause.

All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers.

Dark knight feeling, die or be a hero.

Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.

I went from the favorite to the most hated.

Or would you rather be underpaid or overrated?

Moral victories is for minor league coaches.

And 'Ye already told you, "We Major" you cockroaches!

Show me where the boats is, Ferrari testarossa's.

The Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused.

I lost 30 mill' so I spent another 30.

'Cause unlike Hammer, 30 million can't hurt me.

Fucking insane, the fuck am I sayin'?

Not only am I fly, I'm fucking not playing!

All these little bitches too big for their britches,

Burning their little bridges, fucking ridiculous!

See you on the 10th.

Dead or alive.

#comma

Ready to die(?)

I know I'm wrong. But you're wrong, too. You use your imagination to infiltrate my fortress of solitude. You allow your fantasy to make you boss me around. Such are your tools. You're just using them wrong. You are using your fantasy and imagination as weapons of Charles destruction.

I told you I was gonna get that ass back. Now, all you can do is wait for my birthday to find your fate.

Some damn dog bit me this morning. I love dogs, but I hate being on their bad side. I just walked passed the little nigga and he went apeshit. Whatever. He'll die, too.

Only Columbine Gang is immune to the slaughter. This may or may not include my Wishlist. Fuck around and find out.

Viewers Like You is complete. We're looking at an actual Christmas release. Realize that, as much as I hate you guys, I adore y'all. It's hard to make the music I make and have to sit on it for x amount of time. Dropping singles suck. I'm making it work, nevertheless.

But all will suffer from my wrath on November 10th.

Love.

#comma

Paid the cost.

 Everything I do is with love. Therefore, I am not ashamed of anything I have done.

I encourage everyone to soul search, and not be afraid of what you find. Then, use yourself as ammo to scare the SHIT out of everyone on (this) Halloween.

Because you will all die on November 10, 2023.

You'll be back.

#comma

Viewers Like You update

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I decided to make VLY a #Comma release. It just feels right. And yeah, that's the cover.

 

I spoke with a few people today about making an album in the same vein as The Pink Lavalamp. They basically reaffirmed my modern state of mind: those that love me will love the music. I'm aware that I'm an acquired taste. But The Pink Lavalamp was made for EVERYONE. Just not me. That's my problem with the damn album. I'm glad people can relate to it, and for it to have saved lives is a prayer coming to fruition. But I've grown since then. Shit, I was grown MAKING the album. I feel like I dumbed/watered myself down to give people what they were looking for. I've come to learn that such is the nature of the business. Everything is diluted.

Well, I can't wait to begin the recording process. I even have a little feature on here! I just hope I can survive this album without going mad. Pray for me, make a sacrifice, whatever. Just send some good vibrations my way.

#comma

 

Viewers Like You

Every so often, I'll reach out to Sha-leik. Just to see how he's doing. He's been on my bad side for almost 20 years, but the memories can't be denied. He doesn't like my newer music, long story short. He said it "sounds" like I'm freestyling, and the only good thing about it is the hooks and the beat. He then sent me a ruff draft of what he's working on, and it sounded just like some 2007-CH stuff. He wants me to go back to it. He's not the only one.

So I started working on a Lavalamp-style album. 
It's called "Viewers Like You".

I'm not gonna lie, I meant for The Pink Lavalamp to be timeless, but making more than one sucks. I dumbed it down BACK THEN for TPL to be accepted. It worked. And it took a long time for listeners to embrace... really ANYTHING I dropped after it. But y'all did. And I'm thankful. I guess this album is an endurance test, to see if I can still produce another Lavalamp-style joint for the next generation.

So yeah. This is for the next generation of StarChasers.
Thanks, Lionell!

No word yet on whether this will be a Hamilton, Charles (#Comma) release

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Year-long itch.

This has been a helluva year for me. Hypergoth!, Computer Voodoo and Electronic Christmas shut the game down, unequivocally. I would take all the credit, but I GOTTA thank The Alchemist for the drums and Curtis Mayfield for the vibes. I'm a bit sensitive about using ALC's drums. He pretty much takes over the song with his drums. Pretty awesome of him to drop his kits, WITH the loops to how they sound originally. I had fun being creative with them. As far as using Mayfield records, I always connected with his lyrics and melodies. When it comes to sampling, there is SO MUCH MORE to do than just loop. And if you're going to loop, you gotta be SICK WIDDIT. 

I wrote more poetry this year than before. A lot of my songs are draft of my poems. Whatever isn't in a song is either in my blog or in my poetry. Visit chthehermit.blogspot.com for a taste of what's written. My insecurity about such is, my poetry comes from a different place. I have to explore myself to figure out where the poetry comes from. My rhymes come from my heart and mind. My soul delivers them. But poetry? Man. I don't know where I get it from. I guess I gotta write more to do such exploration.

MAJOR shouts to Jimmy and the Jets (Iovine, Dre, Em, 50, Snoop, etc.). You guys CONTINUE to inspire me, with works dating back to the 80s. Even before. Nothing like listening to LOSELESS music. If you know, you know.

"Black Candle" is the potential next #Comma album. But the demand isn't so high right now. People are still digesting... well, everything else in the Drive folder. Nevertheless, I have an album loaded up to record, and I have an idea about another album I could record. I also have a definite direction I plan to go in with my music.

XXL saved me some time. I'm like Eminem meets Kanye West. I think I like the box they put me in...

#comma