Leaving the door cracked.

Modern music literally went up a half-step.
Most of the hits in urban music, when produced by a Negro, is in D minor.
When produced by a Caucasian, it's in E minor.
D minor has the simplest chords to find, and translates into F major.
E minor is the opening scale on the guitar, and translates into G major.

Nowadays, likely due to the digital conversion of 2009, everything is in D sharp minor.
Which is the scale played with all black keys.
It translates into F sharp major and is visually more appealing to the person playing it.
It's also very simple.

I had a blast jamming on the keys earlier today (talked about on Enter the Hamilton), and decided to share my musical observations.

To keep from doing something drastic in the name of joy.

Ima get back to it.





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in progress, after a day of napping

A very electronic album.

Be on the lookout.

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Seasonal allergies (actually a beat title of mine...)

Abandoned Nature Walks (Click Here)

Abandoned Nature Walks (Click Here)

Abandoned Nature Walks (Click Here)

Abandoned Nature Walks (Click Here)

Abandoned Nature Walks (Click Here)

Sampling the music of a Columbine Gang member, PJ Harvey.

Enjoy.

The beauty of witchcraft, explored.

Also, a charm can be felt while listening.

I am creating Gotham City.

A world to go into when you smoke marijuana.

As opposed to the factory you go to and get strapped down.

I'm not crazy.

Neither are you.

Your just neglectful and slothful.

Deadly sins, yet you can manage.

LoveLove, y'all.

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A labor of love...

Being John Nintendo instroz

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Click that, -----...

Thank you for the love on the PRODUCTION of this album.
Unspoken, as usual.

More money, more music.
SSI And DSS benefits aren't a guarantee, and labels are dragging their feet.

I'm not a Latina or a dred-headed nigga.








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2020 10s

If i did my calculations correct, the children I MIGHT have turn 10 this year.

Tomorrow may have a November birthday.
I shot up Club Porter on Valentine's Day, 2010.
Danjer might turn 10 next year.
I shot up The Marshall Lounge around Halloween 2010.

I DIDNT calculate having TWINS!!!

If Crazh (pronounced CRASH) is Danjer's twin brother, he turns 9 this year as well.

Summertime Shootout, ya dig?

Shouts to SimoneNation and the invasion of SasheerWorld for facilitating the births of The Hamilton Seed.

My daughters are mine.
Let me borrow my son(s) some time.
If I cant handle you/yall, he's going throughHhhhell! (inside)

Love is love, yall.





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Special note: I love you, baby. I just want to be enough to make you proud. I'm not ignoring you. You'll love me when you hit 21.

Complete.

And coming soon.

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My favorite Jay-Z verse

So I make no apologies crooked policies
So a G a nigga gotta be
We playing for property no monopoly
So I'll pass go and let my nephew follow me
They say the child shall lead
So I take it far as I can
We then shall see
Shall we dance with the devil for a beat
I pray to God I ain't got two left feet
Do the hustle put keys in the street
Then I'm ballroom dancing
Ke-ke'ing in the suite
SWEET
Bb's on the feet
Tv's on the seat
Enemies on the creep
Its so corrupt
Soak it up its a lesson
Never fuck up
One day you're up
Next day you're down
Long as you stay the same
It'll come back around





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Ralph Nader official video + lyrics

(verse 1)

"IT'S ALIVE, IGOR!" FUCK is y'all niggas hatin' on me for?! You need to retort. At least look up what the word is... you don't understand why you hate me, you virgins! Is it 'cause I had my fingers inside some sloppy seconds that y'all niggas say I gotta be reckless and check 'em? Fuck you! I'm tired of you niggas. Niggas is liars and now I'm firing you niggas. I'm Jobs. Stevie (Steve, i.e.). Like, "You can't see me." Hard to believe me when I'm speaking. Why? Because I present you with lies. Because I know the truth. Argue with me, since you know it, too. "Oh, you don't?!" Sorry. This little ol' booth is the only thing holding me back from not being couth. But fuck niggas. They don't wanna see it through. But I love people who believe in this dude! Let's go...

(hook)

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

Neither should

you!

Unless I own...

Unless I own them mu'fuckas!

(verse 2)

For the record, THANK YOU, JIMMY IOVINE! The only person who does not believe I cannot be someone bigger than the Eminem guy, since he was fly in the eyes of niggas who was tryna die. I'm not trying to be fly. I was used to getting grounded. My mom used to found me the reason why "Bound (2)" is bounty (Bounty). Clean up a mess. And I was the biggest mess. Didn't steam up in the steps when I was younger. But when I got older, I Wiccame a stoner. And now people are looking at me with a boner. What? Is it because you think I'm a loner that I don't have a diploma in owning motherfuckers and their diplomacy? No one's owing me nothing, 'cause no one's knowing me. I know the deepest secrets of everyone. Like Social Security. You know, 'cause you're hearing me.

(hook)

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

Neither should

you!

Unless I own...

Unless I own them mu'fuckas!

(verse 3)

I love making music. The simplest facts. Nothing better than getting out the booth and hearing your track, after you just ripped into places of which a track could skip if you make a crack in a CD. ACTUALLY BITING ME! AS SEEN ON TV! Cable in the Classroom. Mad cool. But cats wanna hate on this awesome and rad dude, because I grew up in Harlem. Where bitches don't bag dudes. Let me turn my phone down before someone calls me, and I'll be forced to spit off beat all week. 'Cause I can rap to this beat for the rest of my life. And then get rest until my life is arrested. By life. You know, when I die. And hopefully that won't happen anytime nigh. So while I look into the eye of the sky of the future, I hope I'm what you're used to...

(hook)

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

I don't give a fuck

about what people say.

Neither should

you!

Unless I own...

Unless I own them mu'fuckas!

I recently re-uploaded the video to my personal YouTube channel.

youtube.com/c/charleshamilton637

Lots of toys and goodies on this page.

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SoundWordsDive

I realize now that just because a blog has a lot of posts doesn't mean it says a lot.
I was trying to say the most, using the least amount of words.
Twitter style.
This blog has A LOT of key substance in it.

Many of my readers are only so because they might get mentioned.
Are you looking for assurance from someone who begrudgingly lives for you?
The Pink Lavalamp's Genie.
I was granting wishes back then!
IN FRONT OF NIGGAS!

Let me not look back.

And fuck.
This blog is turning into a personal blog.

I would talk about modern music, but nothing is exciting.
Megan's cool, but I don't want to fall victim to her curves.
Meaning, talk about her and piss off any female who wants my attention.

I need a Gatorade.
Fighting a cold dehydrates me.

It's almost 2am.
Kevin (my roomate) is about to get ready to go to the gym.
Hey, if he's lying, he doesn't owe me an explanation.

I am, as always, very proud of my new music.

The problem I have is, I don't know what to play for people first.
I been working on a whole bunch of "play this first"s type albums.
The Virgin Suicides is pretty much the best album to open the discussion with.
Humor, horror, drama, suspense.

The 5 Boroughs of New York reflect the types of songs in all music.

You have hits (Manhattan), love songs (Queens), aggression songs (Brooklyn), social songs (The Bronx) and psychedelia (Staten Island).
I'm sure someone is gonna interchange The Bronx with Staten Island.
But no New Yorker has any real experience with Staten Island, other than randomly taking the ferry.

SI is beautiful.

Then there's Long Island, which is every music business exec.

I'm glad I can say I was raised in NYC.
I'm happy to be from Cleveland.

As devilish as I am, there are 5 boroughs of worse than me.

That helps me sleep at night.

When I have a roof over my head.






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Ouijasturbation official lyrics

(verse 1)

The next day isn't promised. Sex may make us vomit. Tech- from the way you came into existence. Like a comet. Commodores playing. An honest whore laying on her back. An honest john with whips on the back like a slave. No page, but I'm a sage. Something new. What I want to do: Make myself comfortable. Inside of my boo. My ghosts know. Teaching like Mr. Joe Clark. Niggas is so smart... right? They know how to win the game. Well, I know how to enter your frame. So...

(hook)

Open your heart for daddy.

And then open your mind for daddy.

And your legs.

ALL for daddy.

That's right.

Just give it all to daddy.

I want to make you FEEL it.

I want to make you feel it.

I want you, too.

(you two...)

(verse 2)

I'm wetter than both of y'all. Cannot forget it. I know(,) y'all. Open heart. Infatuated with Owen Hart. My death in the ring. Rhyming with death was a festival. Carnival. Candyman. Candy yams. Don't start a war if you're not prepared for the man right there. Fuck it, nigga. BUCKET, nigga! I buck at niggas. Not for the shape of worship. Just trying to make it right, okay? Right away. Not my fault I took your wife away.

(hook)

Open your heart for daddy.

And then open your mind for daddy.

And your legs.

ALL for daddy.

That's right.

Just give it all to daddy.

I want to make you FEEL it.

I want to make you feel it.

I want you, too.

(you two...)

(verse 3)

Iron Sheik tried to fuck with Hulk Hogan. DIE for me! Tragedy Khadafi. Probably not.  I OD. Plottin' on EACH of you faggots. Y'all niggas got an F? I'm about to blast some shit. That you should have. FuturePast? Whatever? Right now, nigga. Let me know. Mic?! Lights out, nigga! Venom and rage. All I've been spittin these days. Get off the dick of The Sage, while I enter a day.

(hook)

Open your heart for daddy.

And then open your mind for daddy.

And your legs.

ALL for daddy.

That's right.

Just give it all to daddy.

I want to make you FEEL it.

I want to make you feel it.

I want you, too.

(you two...)

GothButterSoul 2.

Currently online.

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Poe Ministries

For some, reading is a hobby.
For most, reading is a chore.
Those who love to read love to discover.
There is no way to escape the stigma.
You can learn to love to learn.
You can love to learn.
Learning and leaning are opponents.

This is an album about loving your mind through the pitfalls of it and having it.

Still in mastering.



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My New Year's Resolution or two

My New Year's Resolution is to bring back Neo-Soul.
I know how to do it.
I know I can do it.
I just need the right people to believe in me.
The right label, investor, just the right person and/or conglomerate.

Rest in Peace to the forefather of Neo-Soul, who's name is embedded in me and the hearts of the many he's touched.

I'm gonna dooit, Uncle Deezy!

I also plan to blog more and write more poetry.
Even though my blog entries are written as poetic pieces.

Likely, I'll be told to get off the internet if I get another deal.
I cant say I dont understand, but my internet usage has been and is long considered a part of my appeal.
From Bardians to FDAliens to StarChasers.
I can admit I talk too much about taboo subjects, but there's WorldStar, Bossip and MTO that blow me OUT THE WATER.

I guess they want control of my 1st ammendment right.

Give it up to get the bag?




Now, REEEEEAAAALLY think about your answer.





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Speak no louder (a frequent blog title)

Its wild.
Every time I'm working on a deal, they ask me to stay off the internet for at least 3 months.
Then they want me to "do it like I did before" when it's time for promo.

Cant they see I work organically, not orgasmically?

I dont want much.
My own house PAID FOR, unlimited access to Electric Lady Studios, creative control, aesthetic freedom.
My appeal is from what I do.
Said appeal is all over the mainstream.
Every song nowadays either sounds like "Brooklyn Girls" or "I Hate Parties".
My net worth is $2 million.
My Interscope deal was in the upward millions and my Turn First/First Access/Republic deal was a quarter mil ($750k).
I deserve another million-dollar deal.

Even at my lowest, I am worth high 6-digits, low 7.

And First Access AND Interscope can attest to my work ethic and little spending.

And yes, I can work without samples.

Hence the Electric Lady request.

Hey, Michael Jackson.
"New York Raining" samples you!

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Abandoned Nature Walks

Though I'm a sight for sore eyes, I am sore to the eye's sight.

Rare CH videos.

Enjoy!



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Blacking on America pt. 2

When will modern-day Negros take responsibility?
When will modern-day Negros take responsibility, in general?

The modern Negro male was inspired by R. Kelly in many fashions.
Unscrupulous, dishonest homosexual sex is categorized as "The Down Low".
Sex with underage, vulnerable girls is called "R. Kelly-ing".

The modern Negro female was inspired by Lil Kim in many fashions.
Conservative yet natural fear of the commitment made by sex becoming a passing phase is articulated by "Big Mama Thang".
The abuse of apparently impoverished yet kind hearted men is articulated (notably) by "No Time".

Love & Hip-Hop grossly depicts "Black love" as circumstantial and material based.

Cardi B is not a Negro.
Latin women take pride in going after the finer things.

No Latina will disagree with me.

Ratchet isn't even spelled properly, yet MANY women of color take pride in said behavior.
Michelle Obama is praised for how she gracefully deals with her distaste for many things, and upon Negra enlightenment, you see how OBVIOUS said distaste is.

Though Jordan brand isn't as praised as it was (thankfully), the desire for Valenciaga and Gucci sneakers (costing $400 on discount) is at an all time high.

None of you would even have a taste for Dousse if it weren't for the frustrated product placement of one Jay-Z.

For my own mental health, I won't even get into detail about the Jay-Z fiasco.
Those who know me know how deep THAT rabbit hole goes.

INCLUDING defending one's self from a woman enraged.

I was walking back to FDA around 7pm during Alumni Day, and saw a slovenly Caucasian male look around and hawk (sp.?) spit on the ground.
It was a very racist gesture.
Around him was a cop, a transit worker and an older Negro gentleman.
All three of them saw him do it and had a better earshot of what he mumbled.
They looked at him and continued what they were doing.

At the same time.

We are now seconds from the end.

Had I intervened, I would've been arrested by the cop, called crazy by the Negro and laughed at from the transit worker.

There is no time to do better, unless SOME FORM OF DIVINE (clears throat) INTERVENTION IS MADE.

Until then, tuck your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.

The powers that be are male.
They have no problem saving the Negro woman from extinction.

Negro males have violated EVERY race of woman.
There is no shelter for the Holocaust.

Latinos (male Spaniards) aren't far behind, so you aren't alone.

But don't sit there and act like me NOT hitting Briana back wasn't a fucking CLUE.



Take care of yourself, and each other.

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Realization mode

Most of my fans would be back in school today, 10 years ago.
I am very proud of you guys.
I'm just not a good enough example to speak at graduations.
Then again, I am.
I am very hard on myself.
I shocked the shit out of people when I was drug tested.
I bewilder doctors and psychiatrists/psychologists.

Speaking of which, I may have to check into a mental hospital again.
Not because something is wrong, but because it is a federal rule to be examined when you go for your prescriptions after moving from state to state.
I think we're all clear that I'm not crazy.
My triggers are public knowledge.
Sonic, SEGA, J Dilla and toxic criticism.
WIth such being the case, every Fortnite, XBOX user and 2Pac fan needs to be institutionalized.

But don't stop there.

EVERY Elvis fan needs to either accept that by now he's dead or be institutionalized for dementia.

I'm tired of being the scapegoat for everyone's shortcomings.

Then when I address it, they want sensitivity.
Where was the sensitivity for every picture taken of me without permission on the subway, followed by despairing captions?
Most of the people who have negative things to say about me want where I was and want to be a part of where I am.
I am not in a good financial position (yet), but I can do what I want.
I just need a place to sleep and put my equipment.

Mom showed me how to survive.
So I'm very uncomfortable when I have to unpack my things and I don't like to buy a lot of stuff.
AND I HATE RELYING ON PEOPLE.

For example.
I left my suitcase with some great clothes at Maine Brook's apartment.
He offered to drive out to where I'm at in Long Island to drop it off.
Enjetic says he'll drive out to Far Rockaway to get it with me.
I call Maine, he's says it's cool.
Enjetic doesn't show up for hours.

Bullshiddinky.

I need to be in a better position immediately.
Atlantic, don't play around.
This is my livelihood.
And don't let Turn First/First Access taint my reputation.
I was overworked and underpaid, and my creativity was stifled for the unclear intentions of a primarily European music establishment which knew NOTHING about my music or hip-hop in general.

They had Iggy Azaelia and Lil Peep, for crying out loud.

Coffee is my Henny.
I love coffee.
It grew on me.

I miss my turntable deck.
I got really comfortable standing up and cutting on the decks.
I even got better with scratching on the left turntable.

DJ Nick can vouch, I DESTROY on vinyl.
Digital decks curate my music better.

Curation in mind, I may professionally master ALL my music and rerelease it soon.
I now know, see and hear the difference.
I don't agree with it, but it's commonplace.
So, I'll go for it.

Y'all niggas will DEFINITELY be paying for any music I get remastered.

InCLUDING Unbeknownst To You.

Of which is being remastered by a StarChaser.
Briana Plantano aka Bri Real.

I know.
"Can't stay away from the Briana's, huh?"
The irony is a killer, but she's very awesome.
I have to catch myself from talking "spicy" to her (spicy being her word).
But when I get around an avid FEMALE listener to my music who innovates with their own music, I get turned WAY on.

Imagine Daft Punk being two Jamaican females who subliminally rap over the techno, sample-based music they produce.
Consider them pregnant and in the middle of baby daddy drama.

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cbd indulgent kiss n run official lyrics

Ay, shawty. You thick and all that, but I was a lil tight because... this beat?! I wanted to OD on this shit. lol Merry Christmas to you and yours. #EverydayThe31st!

(verse 1)

It's been a helluva year. No matter when you think of this song. I'm telling you clear. Irrelevant. Here. That's how I feel every time you get gone with your prolonging of the L-O-V-E {or} L_U_V_E that I've been sending an L to the UV for. No E involved. Just me being more of a ...snore. Completely understood. Blair Underwood. A little bit shorter. Related to The Moorers. "Hamilton, from 25'! 32!" No wonder I'm alive. I'm stuck in the game like Stay Tuned... if they had a breakthrough. One of these days, I'll be able. Till then, I'm pleasantly unstable. Feel me.

(hook)

Soul, mind and body.

I wanna kiss you.

Tell me what you wanna do...

Tell me what you want to do.

(verse 2)

This coffee's better than Gatorade. Sippin' Haterade of the veterans. Never can I pretend to be talking. Laffy Taffy or Walkin' Toffee? Walkin' softly while they're laughing at me. Sick of this shit. Columbine Gang! Promptly. Exactly. Pop 3 at everbody. Jason Williams in The Garden. Pardon me, but you're guarding me. And I'm guarding a vehicle. Trying not to get smashed in the process of trying to smash in the process of getting SMASHED... in The Process. You might laugh, but it's not nonsense. It's more like a reason for college. Maybe Berklee... Oberlin! Ostertag. Let's go again.

(hook)

Soul, mind and body.

I wanna kiss you.

Tell me what you wanna do...

Tell me what you want to do.

(verse 3)

I speak with a slur. Blame the meds. Or be a pothead and bang your head. I keep my daughters, my sons and Eminem. Fuck everybody You all are feminine. And thanks to a little decision, I don't give a shit except my nigga and my chil'ren. And... y'all aren't niggas! Y'all are bigger (hint). That's why I call y'all quicker. Like, "Oh my Gosh! Oh. Not hot." That's how hot it gets. "Yo! Stop!" "Stop." So hoe, rock when I'm off the top and... God damn there's witnesses to this orthodox ASS whoopin that I'm giving to my bad children by not touching them. Just loving them. Back to the feelings. I might not need dere mudda dem, but I need a little bit more love. So come again.

(hook)

Soul, mind and body.

I wanna kiss you.

Tell me what you wanna do...

Tell me what you want to do.

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dontwantnobody

Plenty of new music.
I did another collaborative project with Enjetic.
He's a very hungry MC, and soon he could be changing his rap name to Era.
Which is a cool name.

But we have this one song that is INSANE.
He's rapping about getting his heartbroken, and I'm telling HIM that we have to focus on making money.
A literal situation, but it's usually ME talking about the heartbreak and someone else telling me to get the money.

Great record.

Also, thanks for the love of PastLove.
It's (yet another) personal for me, because I'm closer to Daft Punk than I could imagine.
Same with Sade.
However, I'm willing to side with the ignorant and say that Daft Punk and Sade define my sound and style.

Just don't try to be my friend when The Taylors/Hobbys and The Lipscomb acknowledge their being as DP/Sd.

I was given a courtesy cup of coffee from 7/11!
Wasn't a big cup, but it's just enough to keep me going hyperspeed.

There is indeed a bidding war right now for me amongst the labels.
Almost like the first time, Atlantic is in the lead.
Def Jam is ambiguous.
Interscope is waiting in the wings.
Sony is dragging their feet.
However, I definitely have Dr. Dre's number.
And I definitely called it.
And I definitely left a message.

I'm sure y'all know how dear to me Dr. Dre is.
In any context (Yardie Gyal/God/marijuana psychiatrist).

I'm in love with #TheMidnightSociety, so I'm gonna bump that for a lil minute.
I might blog some more later.

If not,

Happy Halloween.





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Over well 'em.

Tonight, I heard from Satan, God, SEGA, Nintendo AND Atari.
Within MINUTES.

Satan said I'm Super Sonic.
God said I'm Mario (as in Super Mario).
SEGA told me to find God.
Nintendo welcomed me with open arms.
Atari said I AM Atari.

My pp!
My pp...

Creatively, it put me in an AWESOME spot.
But since VSDiamond deleted the blog history to where The Rise of Dr. Robotnik was found, I cancelled the whole thing.

The final StH is coming the same day as #TheSonicMovie.

StH: American Paradox

Feel free to make covers exploring the color scheme of The United States of America and Sonic.

I beat you there.

Actually, I might even have a cover.

If not, have a blast.

I got music to make and try not to make.

My resolution is to blog more.

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