3rd Eye Magic x CH's new IG

Shouts to CYoung for the link.

I just did an impromptu photoshoot with my neighbor's cousin. Like a few hours ago. I posted one pic, and then another. By the time I posted the second, Chris sent me this.

Cool image for #TheUncoolest.

-so mote it be
 

AI with the mission, should I choose to accept it.

According to Google's Gemini AI tool, The Bible contains a total of 31,102 verses. This is divided into 23,145 verses in the Old Testament and 7,957 verses in the New Testament.

According to my close circle of friends and family, I don't have to record another bar.

God is in that close circle.

It's just not in me to stop.

EsPECIALLY with this damn glass of water I'm having.

DEAD just a glass of water. 

lol I thank my StarChasers for the donations. What I'm doing isn't smart. But until #thebigrollout, times are hard.

Its like that in the music business. When it's busy, SUPERSTARDOM. In the offseason, a barron wasteland.

-somoteitbe

Late nite Pac mode

My drum machine is my MacBook.

I am a true Fruity Loops master.

I am a wizard on virtual turntables (real ones, too; just making note of my lure).

I am a grand composer (via sampling) on Logic.

I produced the "One" album on Logic. Straight through. I think I looped "Westchester Lady" (Bob James) on ProTools. But... it was my first time on Logic by myself (shouts to WoodysProduce and Frank MIDI for showing me the ropes early on), and I wanted to act a DONKEY musically. The instrumentals don't exist anymore, I ALREADY SAMPLED THE ALBUM ON THE ALBUM, ...not much more can be done to improve the design of a once in a lifetime project such as "One".

That being said, "Two: Symphony of the Damned" does exist.

Check the website.

But yeah.

I sample abstract (peace to Halo) and I compose using the standard Pop theorem. Listen to my music long enough, you'll get it.

In the meantime, this bowl ain't gon spark itself.

Off to the races.

-so mote it be

Still dead.

As "gangsta" as C. Hamilton was, he was a Gothic peace of shit. The gangsta banter was a racist reflection of all of Charles Hamilton's foes. It was HARD, but it left me feeling lifeless. Like I ate a bag of enemy shit.

Don't expect anymore from C., but LOOK FORWARD to CH. 

Just CH.

The hood knows me, the burbs know about me. All for the same, beautiful reason:

Shock, poetry, flow and rhythm. 

In an ironic twist, I found myself getting closer to GOD. Yeah, God has been intervening in my life, in more than just a professional sense. Shit, more than a personal sense, too. I believe I can count on God. Still, I have ties to the darkside. Of which God knows about, and told me to be cautious with. See, the other Devils are caught up in a war amongst themselves. I love the other 3 (there are 4 of us), but one of the 3 is a turncoat. 

No room for that on my spaceship.

Expect CH music soon. God willing.

-so mote it be