"The Nigga Numerator..."

Been a sec since my last post! I do hope all is well and progressive with everyone, but from the looks of social media, we have regressed in our sunken places. Here's to hoping this post will boost the morale (SOMEWHAT) of TheWorldAtLarge...

CYoung and I have been GRINDING! We owed each other the in-person experience. He stepped up, I stepped up. That's my brother right there, man. Nothing bad to say or could be said about him. Earlier in the week, we were in the studio with the guy who facilitated Chris and I meeting, Hassan. He works with Kanye now. He invited us to where he works to check out what he's been working on, as well as collaborate and give feedback.

#ThePodcast gave a fair review to "Andrea Mendez", my Opera project. Cool story. I invited Corpy to come to the studio with me while I recorded it. From what he said, he was blown away and wishes I could handle all my projects like that. Subconsciously, I might be rebelling against Corpy (and Sha-leik, for that matter) by not writing. It requires a lot of belief in one's self to NOT prewrite a verse and go in the booth. Belief in one's self and one's talent.

You also need a good producer. One that you can trust.

You can't trust modern, mainstream music. The music is mastered unnaturally. You can still pick up the vibes from the unscrupulous actions of the mastering process. And if it's gone, the memory remains. But I can assure and REassure you that, though the mix may not be to your "liking", it is of great quality.

I also feel like this needs to be said. I STILL listen to J Dilla and MF DOOM, with BOTH being considered mental health "triggers" for me. They fought the good fight and made timeless music while at it. I also STILL listen to Eminem. From TSSLP to TDOSS. My favorite rapper. Admittedly I haven't been listening to too much Incubus, but that's because Korn takes up my time. Rough times call for rougher theme songs.

Can I chill, tho? StarChasers asked for a live DJ set, #TheCharlesHamiltonExperience. StarChasers want an all-wtitten mainstream album, #HamiltonCharles. Y'all want my classics on streaming, July 4th, 2025. I have proven I'm about y'all. All I ask is, hold me down when I need it. Haven't heard from Drewzer in a while, and Rivera's busy with his family. Idk, man. I just wanted to itemize my StarChaser deeds. You know what? It's all good. Y'all look out for me when you can. I guess I'm just prepared for the worst.

Oysters rock. #fantasy

The Bipolar Sunshine.

"Voices..."

A thousand, thousand of 'em.

Rest In Peace Ozzy Osbourne.

I feel obligated to write RIP pieces when big artists die. Especially those who made a direct impact in my creative being. For example, being a rock star dad to Tomorrow and any other inbred seeds of mine. I was inspired by The Osbournes, as far as the ideal family life. It would've been Em, but that family portrait seemed too rocky.

As great as I feel my 2014 music is, it still wasn't all the way there. THE DELIVERY, being the reason why. I had all the boxes checked. Flow, production, mix (arguably), wordplay, content, ...even the singing took a jolt. I straight up FORGOT to delivery it all with ...my voice. My reason? I didn't believe anyone wanted to hear ANYTHING from me. It was pain, no doubt.

Well, I'm over it! As of now, 2024-25 (and potentially beyond) is my best year yet. From quirks to perks. Be on the lookout!

Once again, Rest In Peace Mr. Ozzy Osbourne.

I got it from here.

#reborn

Uniformity reformed.

As you can see, I have a new uniform. Just like every franchise (nevertheless), there are many variations of said uniform. I'm basically giving Satan a chance to rest while I figure out how to live life without Sonic. Which is to say, I haven't been living right. 

Some can argue and say that Sonic wasn't around during The Pink Lavalamp, and that he is not a permanent fixture in my life. The same argument can be made about Rihanna. Well, TPL opened the door for me to be more verbal and liberal in my belief system, which privately included Sonic. Only those INTIMATELY close to me (read: girlfriends and BEST friends) knew what time it was when it came to Sonic and I. Had to be for Halo to find the original sample to Sonic, make a beat out of it, give it to Sciryl and BY CHANCE me overhearing it.

The power of the iPod.

Posted above is the live sessions from 7/19/2025. Yesterday's, basically.

#reborn.

Real ID shit...

Eventually, you have to upgrade to travel.

I was thinking about the past 20 years today. I really put my foot in my music... as well as my mouth. I claimed I would never use again, so long as I have StarChasers. I can honestly say that I broke that promise in 2017. I was "little child runnin' wild" back then, man. I felt First Access/Republic didn't care anymore, despite the love they had shown me in the beginning. I took SEVERAL creative backseats to people who were nowhere near as talented (or experienced) as I. I worked DAMNED hard at making my SOLO, SELF-PRODUCED music greater than The Lakes (that you're used to).

I don't wanna use again, man. I don't wanna have to make an audible diary about going down that rabbit hole. Please don't ask me for a Lavalamp. The Black one hurt. I didn't want to dig into my emotions for Jamarris and Toya. Sha-leik and I deaded our differences. My gay friend Chris is darker than can be mentioned in songs. It felt good to mention Sonic on Lavalamp-production, but I don't think it fits. I could be being tough on the album/myself. Still, I put my foot in my mouth, because I vowed to not sell myself to fall in love.

Baddie was living in Cleveland with me at that time.

Another toe in my mouth was the whole "me and another man will never get it on!". And I'm ashamed of it, despite the glory I received from it. Believe it or not. The guy was my gay friend Chris's boyfriend, ironically named Chris. He passed away a few years ago. His name was Chris Smith. My gay friend Chris's last name is Elston. I'll spare you the gory details, but you can figure it out. 

For all those in the lifestyle, make sure there are NO CONSEQUENCES before you continue. Innocence only goes so far in the fast life.

I've noticed that there is a bond between myself (Charles H., Jr.) and ALL CHRISTOPHERS. A fallen Christopher goes by the name of Chris. Just to put all Chrises in my life on notice. But yeah. Chris (...) is a huge supporter of me. He also is worthy of HIGH PRAISE AND ACCLAIM, for all that he (...) does. Everyone from Chris Jericho to Chris Rivera to Chris Lighty (RIP). Outside of Sciryl and Halo, my only comp is Chris.

Ask DJ Premier.

Again. I don't wanna use. There's nothing but ex-and-current junkies in my building. All waiting to burn some rock w me. I can't, y'all. I get depressed just lookin' at 'em. At least I did my dirt in private. Of course I would walk the streets high. But that's different from pullin' out a Pookie pipe in broad daylight and fuckin' around. The temptation is so great. But I know I am of a higher tier. Shit, they know it. They just wanna be around for the glory.

Unrelated, my FDA brothers (Yung Nate, Paris, Sha-leik) and I are cooking up a reunion tape of sorts. Through Black the Beast (Tyrone), I got back in touch with Swiss (JMeans). My favorite rapper of Demevolist (B/A was FIRE, but Swiss was more war ready). I was biased towards Show, because I had him under my wing. And Yung Nate is the twin, so it is what it is. Swiss was dead like my uncle. We had a pleasant conversation.

Well, the KFC is getting cold (they accept EBT now!), so I'ma wrap it up here. Just know that I identify myself as the very slapstick loser you've come to poke fun at. If you see me as a genius, let me know so I can make the proper adjustments.

Ya dig?

#reborn

Thunder thoughts (from the toilet)

Much is on my mind. For starters, THANK YOU TO STARCHASERS, NEW AND OLD, FOR SUPPORTING #THEPROCESS! Hard work pays off, so I take no days off! I've been getting requests to put Normalcy on streaming. Normalcy was between #theprocess (written work, safe work environment) and #theexperience (unwritten work, dangerous work environment). As long as the difference is clear, you can expect it soon.

I myself feel my growth is being stunted, because I'm LIGHT-YEARS from where I was during the process and constantly evolving the experience. One can get spoiled by #theprocess and scoff at #theexperience. Which would piss me off. Again. So now, I'm rehearsing songs for an upcoming show and not creating. I only make beats on YouTube live now, on Fridays.

Where did all the money go? I had been borrowing BIG money from family, and I STILL have a block on my credit for a debt i incurred while on Interscope. Whatever big contract I'm working on will take care of that. So I payed back my Aunties and Uncles, bought drum sounds, a few subscription (to which I OD on until I don't have the money to pay for it), some wardrobe, house supplies, etc. So thank you, StarChasers, for prioritizing me. Safe to say, these are times we'll never forget.

Well, I'm off the toilet now, and I plan to rehearse for a few hours. I know y'all are sick of me claiming to have "inside knowledge" about The Illuminati, and waiting for the right time to drop some bombs. As it so turns out, I do. And the time is right. But while it would bring me layperson joy to expose the painful rites of passage that comes with being a member, I don't want some Johnny Come-Lately head ass nigga capitalizing on information they received from this blog. All you need to know is, God doesn't take this life and this world serious, AT ALL.

What will you do with this knowledge?

This is what a blog is for.

Dumb ass.

#stsl

FDA. You Forgot? Don't Ask.

 

Frederick Douglass Academy,

you fuckin' dumb ass!

Middleton, holla at me!!!!!

#reborn

Fa ya earpiece dem...

It is not a rumor. It is not a tug at one's heart strings. It is not a cash grab (can't be, for legal reasons). 

The Hamiltonization Process is coming to all streaming platforms

July 4th, 2025

Not sure if "Death of.." and "Staff..." are gonna make the final paperwork. Too much paperwork, too confusing, not enough time. But "It's Charles Hamilton", "The L Word", "Sonic the Hamilton" and the like (maybe a few others; hint) are DEFINITELY going to hit streaming services on Independence Day.

Strange how that works.

Now. There has been MUCH speculation about my label status. Everything from "signing a surprise lifetime deal with JiO" to "fulfilling my contractual obligations with Republic by forming 3rd Eye Magic". All I can say is, NO ONE has made anything of the sort CLEAR TO ME. Whether it's in writing or telephonic correspondence. Listen, I WOULD LOVE to say Jimmy is in my life. But trouble is after him, and I'm kind of a form of limelight myself. If he needs to lay low, so be it. But from what my senses (the 5 normal, the 4 unlisted) tell me, he's around.

Sorry, Chris Rivera. Can't NOT crash out now.

Next subject:

What's after #TheProcess?

I dropped most of my Dr. Hamilton music on SoundCloud. Been getting good reactions so far. And on Live @ 12, I'be been working on CH music (literally, the artist name is CH in iTunes). But after The Hamiltonization Process leaves a crater in streaming, the next discography is The Rebirth of Charles Hamilton. Been a lot of talk about it, a lot of requests... beautiful things! And there are plans to put Hamilton Comma Charles, King Charles and Xarles music on streaming. The demand is there. Thank you. 

I haven't stopped. You just stopped paying attention.

#reborn

Numb (for someone)

Bro. Since recording "The Bipolar Sunshine", I have been NUMB. Clearly not TOO numb, because I sprained my ankle in my apartment last Wednesday. Thankfully I had guests, otherwise I would've been FUCKED getting back up.

Currently listening to "My Word" from "Crash Landed".

Back to #TBS.

I have felt NONE of the symptoms of bipolar/schizoaffective disorder since recording/producing #TBS. Which feels good. And leaves me feeling hollow. Very Korn. Still, I can't fight the feeling of... at least WANTING to be dead. I can see my body rise beyond the galaxy. I can see the black suit with the pink button down and pink checkered tie, with the black Chuck Taylors w/ pink laces. I SEE IT. I cursed myself to dying. If it ain't suicide, it will be murder. And it will be my fault. So I either watch my mouth (aka DON'T GO OUTSIDE), or face the fate I placed for myself since before age 8. 

Why did I do this to myself? Was life so bad back in the 90s that I cursed my future? I placed MANY people before me, and ended up GREATER than the rubric they kept FOR THEMSELVES. Then Dilla passed. That set me back a few decades. I'm not trying to be JUST LIKE him. I use him as my standard for musician ethics.

Moment of awkward silence, please.

I don't want to hurt myself. I don't want to feel hurt by the hands of another. I don't want to feel heartbreak. I don't want to break another heart. My fantasy girl is about to get married. I fucked that up. Baddie is seeing other people, and pretty much daring me to do the same. I don't feel I'm up to par with my LA cohorts, so I'm not actively out baggin bitches. I'm just alone. With music. And the memories of SEGA and Sonic.

I LOVE YOU, STARCHASERS. 
Safe to say, I'm dooinit for y'all.

Because I'm 20 years in. And I see no real revolution. 
Doing the same thing repeatedly, looking for a different outcome, is insantiy.

I'm thankful for all those who are mine.

#therebirth, on the way... !

Chopped -n- Cheese'd (or something of the sort)

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Chucked & Cheesed, as DJ eVOLVE calls it. 

That's how he describes my production technique when I used the turntables/Virtual DJ to chop the sample.

Technically, I learned the technique DIRECTLY from Halo. In fact, most of my DJ know-how I earned from him. Of course, I did my own thing with it. But yeah. Harlem knows my DJ/Production technique as Chucked & Cheesed. 

I love my hometown.

And of course, Cleveland comes DIRECTLY to mind.

And now, South Central.

Wow.

I'm a travellin' man...

#reborn

 

The Post About Cam'ron

I want this post to be well-written, yet easily digested. You, Mr. Giles, require a LOT of thought before speaking on.

I am currently listening to "The Pink Lavalamp" with 2 people. Them, to the fact and knowledge that they are more than what they seem. Basically, in a different form, I am with Doja Cat and Cam'ron. I handle Doja Doj with EXTREME care... when I spank her (verbally). But the Cam nigga in my apartment right now is ZONING to TPL. And when "Brighter Days" came on, we BOTH got emotional on the "I love Pink/I don't give a fuck about Cam'ron/and if I should get fucked up!,...' part.

Look man. We represent HARLEM. You from Lenox, I'm from Broadway. WE know and SEE the beauty of our neck of the woods. Listen... I'm not gonna tell you to patch up things with Jim, I'll say this...

As rich as you are, you need me.

Fuck that. You COULD USE me. Pause.

I respect you, Cam. I think you respect me too. We might have to converse one day. Just to be on the same page.

I might cry if I meet Cam'ron. Quietly, I've been following EVERYTHING he's been doing and IS doing... shit was crazy when... damn. Lost my thought.

I might be too white for Cam to hang around. Which sucks. But I am embracing my whiteness. It could get me places that being a "real nigga" can't. (HUGE lol, but we gon keep it moving)

Reminder, weed is in my system. 

Now we're lisetning to "Live Life To The Fullest". The Cam joint is knocked out. lol I have no idea what song was the knock out blow.

I PRODUCE, KILLA!!!!!!!!
Now let's remove that comma!

Reborn. 

And I'm sure someone's gonna suck it and blow mine about "crying if I meet Cam".

I FOUGHT tears when I met Em. It still hasn't fully sunk in.

Love you, Em.

Love you, Cam.

Love to Shady Records and The Diplomats.

#reborn

The Bipolar Sunshine front cover

A little magic goes a long way.

Still, believe what you will about the cover.

#reborn

 

The Psy ins Aftermath

 ...is shade over Gs.

As you/we all know, I have a VERY tight bond with Jimmy I., Dr. Dre, Eminem, 50 Cent and, more recently, Kendrick Lamar. I adore these brothers, and I know the feeling is mutual. It seems, however, that the closer we get, the more we get rifted apart. I'm working on MY end to not be the catalyst for an "awkward" fall out. I think the issue is, we ALL took the righteous path, despite our carnal (at times) material, and our fortitude can't "stand the reign".

Whatever the case may be, Kendrick knows how to get in touch with me. Literally. I won't say I spoke to the man on the phone (or whatever), but I can say that he is reaching out through The Netherworld. 

The world that all music and video lives in.
Check Highlander.

Love you, Dre!

Love you, Em!

Love you, Fif!

Love you, Dot!

Love you, Jimmy. 
(struggles to get out of chair to give a hug)

Sometimes I question why I didn't take pictures with the guys (50, Dre, Em, Jimmy...). Then I remember that Kendrick was FIRST seen with me. So we bond through him, I guess...

I'm on a downer, but not all the way.

See you soon.

#reborn

3rd Eye Magic, live

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Ain't it amazin'?
3rd Eye Magic has been in effect for 10 years now!, and we've only performed together ONCE.

Check out that Sway interview. That's the FIRST AND ONLY TIME we've performed together.

I'm of the mind to say we should leave it there! I know CYoung is hungry (af), so I might have to come out of my shell for a lil spotdate tour. 

I rode public transportation to a slightly unfamiliar territory today! By myself! My anxiety about being in South Central is on TILT. They show love, but... I've said and done some greasy things. I don't know who I hurt, where, and/or who knows who. Still, I got what I needed done and brought my ass back home.

lol this is the perfect karma for my 2008 antics. As few and far between as they are.

Still, (now I remember what I was writing... lol...) I gotta find a way to be UP to the task of performing every night. Maybe I'll go back on my Gatorade/StarbucksFrapp diet.

Just thoughts.

Expect a blog barrage in the near future. I have A LOT to write about.

love.

#reborn