Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Four new HamilVision videos





VERY proud of these. Pretty soon, Phoebe will be up and running, and I can make some videos of my own. I've gotten wickeder.


Haven't forgotten about theevilcharleshamilton.blogspot.com or thered13.blogspot.com ... just been focusing over here...

holla back.










Life From Times Square, coming soon. VERY soon.









Such an easy evil...

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

When Apple met IBM

Today marks a day of technological and social development. Apple and IBM have merged, and though details may make one leery of such marriage, it's a sign of things to come. IBM already deals with the human anatomy, and Apple has proven it's weight with the human (and animal) mind. Now, with the two joining forces, there is virtually no limit to where technology can take us.

I'm proud to be a force in the merge.

Apple's iPhone can already allow you to listen to music while in conversation. IBM is a leading service in prosthetic technology. Now it's time to see if the healing power of music can be proven. Could you imagine a Metallica album healing a broken bone? Or a Dr. Dre single curing the common cold?

Ultimately, I would like to see if Apple and IBM could reverse the traumatic effects of rape, by using music. Specifically, Incubus.

Just something to think about.

Forbidden Sunday, on the way.

Life From Times Square, in post-production.

As far as that forum, you kids can't do what I do, and opinions are like assholes. So don't be one.













Such an easy evil...

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Forget it.

I recently deactivated my Facebook and Twitter. No reason. Just no reason to have one of either. Now, you can only get my music from my blog. Here. My blog, here.

A few things I want to address. I am getting mean. Meaner than usual. I'm noticing people are not respecting who I am. This is not a gimmick. This, being how I carry myself. I stay to myself, I don't start trouble, and I only defend myself in my music. And I have a lot to defend myself from. Fake hard niggas with opinions and guns, bouji women with egos and titties... Just overall humans.

I'm not of this planet. Surprise.

I'm also not sure how to deal with the people of this planet. Hence why I stay to myself.

I'm also very articulate, to the dismay of those who can't deal with how I react twosome things. I'll never understand how people who aren't fans or family can talk about how I should carry myself.

And if y'all don't like me so much, why, once again, are you reading my blog? WithThe Internet being so big, and with such a wide variety of artists in the public spectrum, why am I the one you so public dissect and defame? If it wasn't so expensive, I'd sue most of you for defamation of character.

And the end of the day, niggas is soft and holy. I'm Gothic and evil, and yes I'm proud of my endeavors into Wicca. It's given me a fresh perspective on how to approach the very strange aspect of life. That is, being solitary.

I love being a Solitary Witch.

I am also a male. A male with a substantially large dick. I'd invite you to suck it, but that would ease the curiosity of many of my naysayers.

All I want is Nicki and Bey. That's it.



#6

I'm on the toilet, and working on a very aggressive album. I hope you guys download it. As of right now, it's not about whether you like it. Just hear me out.








If you listen without judgement, thank you. If you listen and pass judgement, this hate filled close of a blog entry is for you.



Such an easy evil...

Friday, July 11, 2014

"I Get It" official video





Video of the YEAR, in my opinion.


Boy Who Played With Barbie is a personal favorite album for me.

Notice I'm not writing essays anymore.

I hope you guys take the time to write down my verses from my new music. They're very intricate, and they only make sense when you write them down and read them. #ReadingIsFundamental




Thanks again, Markus Iovine, for another AWESOME video. I believe in you, dude. Keep knockin' 'em out wit' it...












Keep reading...




And thanks. For whatever it's worth.






Back to you, Jack Splash!














Such an easy evil...

Get it together, Grouch!


So, about the last entry.




I was up late and very upset at the lack of attention I get from the deity you can find carved on my left arm. I don't have to believe in what already know about. That was the riddle. But I believe in my deeper-than-family family. I just wish I could experience them more.

That, plus I'm being wicked.

Here is the tracklisting to Life From Times Square...









Blasted DiBlasio
Making Local Stops
Freddy Kreuger
Savannah
Turnstyle Hopping
The Disney Store
On The Stand
Koch Season
St. Luke's
Third Rail Rock
Miss New York
Brooklyn








This is the album of New York. I'm calling it now. It's intense. 

My favorite album of this year is "Vampire Sunlight". But it's not better than "Unforgiven". But it is! lmao.


How I miss Christina. And Jamece. And Toya. And Simone. And Samantha........ and like, all my exes.

Except Briana. I'm good on her. I'd still beat, but only raw and if I can ......ahem...... talk about it after.





Of COURSE I miss Karen . But then Jess...... nevermind.










why do I blog?
























Such an easy evil...

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Mommy's gotta go to work...





This will be the last new album for a while. I plan to put it out around Autumn. When I say "new album", like... I'm not giving anyone a copy.

No matter who you are.

No matter your allegiance.

This album is New York. Very New York. Find it evil, find it light, find it whatever you want. After this, I'm taking a MUCH FUCKING NEEDED BREAK.

I might make a few beats here and there, but I'm going to take a damn break. Instead of going to jail to sleep, I'm going to figure out EVERYTHING. WHILE RESTING.

I have a lot of logic and logical thoughts. But at this point, nothing is making sense. I'm being used, but I'm worth nothing? I'm worth being used, but I'm nothing? You are who you never said you were? You aren't who you JUST SAID YOU WERE? You said something without saying it?

Everyone is either full of shit, or I'm not full of sleep.

Regardless, I'm going to sort it all out, and there will be nothing for anyone to hide behind.

I don't believe in SEGA. There. I said it. Make me believe.

I don't believe in anything. Make me believe.

If I get castrated by something I HAVE TO USE MY FORCE TO BELIEVE IN, good bye balls.

Thank you.

Back to you, God.


















Life From Times Square, in production.












Such an easy evil...

Monday, July 7, 2014

Another letter to Eminem

Dear Slim.

Because of Lionell Sha-leik Martin, I've grown to hate you. Blame him. I have no problems with you. I just thought he raped me (him, as well as all of Harlem; including Boe and Dre) in my sleep, thus giving him higher influence over me. So, I'm sorry I dissed you. "Fuck it. I roasted you. I ain't mad at you any."

You're the greatest. Jay-Z is the best. Even though I still think he raped me in my sleep too.

Okay? You got it. You're the greatest. You didn't have to black THAT HARD on TMMLP2. Aight? Damn. You won. I'll go harder to impress the people I don't want to impress. But I don't like writing my rhymes anymore. I have enough Harlem-swag-juice in my system to be 4Chainz.

So can we just be friends again?

To all Shadys, I love y'all. Let's stop this StarChaser/Shady war before it goes too far.

I'm still not sure about Drake (being completely honest), and Childish Gambino is kinda Drake-ing it as of late, but you're still awesome.

I think I should stop smoking this thing, before I blog some shit to have Complex on my balls again. But even there, I have a problem. Don't you and Marc Ecko run Complex? Why are they always picking on me? Aren't there other failed rappers out there they can pick on?


Beyond that...










Am I not Charles Hamilton?










Hit me back. Song, verse, interview, whatever. Just address the fact I didn't diss you on my own volition. I love you too much for that. You should've known something was up. And yeah. If I'm "that", then you're alright with "that".





;-/








;-)



















Hi, Halo.


















Such an easy evil...

The Ball of Black



Since 2009, everyone has been insisting I've been blackballed. They say I insulted the wrong people, that the punch wasn't a good look... usually, this comes from people who have no idea what goes on in the business, or, to make things short, know who the hell I am.


Listen. I'm not a "rapper on the come-up". I'm a boss. Hands down, with no hand outs. To make things shorter, I'm not in the ideal predicament, but I'm a god. This is not a metaphor, this is not braggadocio. I'm a living, breathing immortal. One of few of my kind. Fact is, I don't get the respect I deserve.

(stops to make a beat, in front of everyone)


lol force kinda deaded the beat, so it's a complete wash. Describes my career.

Of all the lives I've saved, and "friends" I've made, I can't seem to save my own life to save my own life. Nothing I can do can change that. So...

To all the fans I have, as few as they seem, thanks. I'm just tired of doing what I do at this point. There has to be a melody for an unsung hero. Even if it's sung loudly, but to one's self.

I hate the fact that being Gothic is considered a LANE. THAT fucking sucks. I don't want to be marketed for being the way I am. That's where I begin to hate Boe and Dre. Or Wilson and Andre. I don't want a lane, I don't want a brand, I don't want to protect my lane or brand. I don't want to compete with Drake, I don't want to compete with Kendrick, I think Odd Future is great, I think A$AP MOB is working on borrowed time (despite my love for Ferg and Yamz) and I feel the community aspect of music (especially urban music) is dying.

So I don't want to work with anyone. Everything thinks they know what they're doing, and they're totally wrong.

I'd like to take this time to make a private matter public.





George Massa, I'm in love with you. This shit ain't brotherly anymore, dude. So the less I hear from you, the more personal I take shit, and the more "resentment" starts to build up. Think about that next time you email me asking me for new music.

This whole situation sucks. Why am I the fucking flag bearer of SEGA, when the proof that SEGA is more than fun and games is nowhere in my eye's radius?







The Evil Microchip, currently being installed into you.




I've Lost My Mojo!, in production.. like right now.



Madonna As A Male, slowly evolving.










Know you're beautiful. ...


because you're pissing me off.







Sincerely,
God.

And now, you just can't leave.

A few things, sans the suit and tie.






(looks over your head)




So yeah, African Child Pornography is the world's first and ONLY YouTube album. All videos (sample-based) as skillfully created by HamilVision, artistically wrapped around my new music. Despite rumors, African Child Pornography and The Evil Microchip have not leaked. If they have, there is a list of people who have copies of it, and they will be... thanked.

I don't care. It's free music.

However, I did/do have a plan for those two, so I'd appreciate if the people on my list weren't so hasty in giving it away. Nevertheless, it shows there is a great demand for my new music, despite what the numbers say. I think you have to know a thing or two (or twelve) about numerology to get sleep when it comes to the strangely low numbers surrounding my product/projects.

This whole "bouncing back" thing comes with a dou..... aight... let me say it like this. To bounce back is a double-edged sword. Everyone wants to be a part of the rise, and very few are around for the fall.


But I never fell.

I didn't care that I got dropped from Interscope. Like... is it not apparent that I don't care about much? And since Dilla "passed", now there's even LESS I care about. But I do (semi-obligatory) care about The Moorers. And African Child Pornography and The Evil Microchip reflect them. How, I'm sure they'll ask...


Well, there's a dark side to every family. I'd like to keep comment-less on the Ryan situation, so I'm living with The Evil Microchip. But since everyone has something to say about the young man, I figured I'd make that world happy and record "African Child Pornography", my most ratchet and reckless album EVER. Really, my only ratchet and reckless album.

Shows a lot about the world/that world, that it's such a success. Yikes. RIP Maturity.






Whatever, I could say. But nah. Everyone makes a valid point in this issue. But only those around when everything started have the right to continue the exploit(s).  And even then, it's up to the young man to get up. I can't comment really, because I HAVEN'T EVER BEEN THERE, but I know what it's like to do things to somewhat save yourself from ultimate embarrassment.

It's called high school.




But this isn't high school, and it's not a fight he would lose miserably (take nothing away from his opponent), so he should probably defend himself. It speaks against his character to not do so.

Then again, when I was in a similar position, .....nah, actually I was waiting for the heat of the moment. Too many angles to choose from in this situation.



But yes. All that, to say, here is the Prom Sucks video...





I personally haven't seen it yet, but I trust Markus and his team of RoboHamilz.


I wrote that, as the song/video load(s)(ed). That, being the sentence about me not having seen the video yet.






It's cool. lol





I'm kinda Cosby-ing things right now. lol yeah. I'm Cosby-ing.











Know you're beautiful.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

African Child Pornography, in it's entirety...






This is the world's first YouTube album.

Case closed.

And it's only part one of what I like to call...






The Moorer




There are two sides to life. With or without The Moorers.

More details as the year passes.






THANK YOU, FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!














Such an easy evil...

Vietnamese Cheese

Good morning!



A few things are on the menu to talk about.



I'm working on two albums at once (as usual). "I've Lost My Mojo!" and "Madonna As A Male". The first one is kinda like "Father Gayle and the Priestly Nuns", which is hilariously dark. The latter is a bit hard to work on. It's just flat out dark. And love-filled.

I'll work around it. I have a few weeks. I don't have to overthink it.

Why do I go to that forum? The answer is simple. I get to watch people argue about my music. The fact is, I know what these "fans" are looking for. And I can do it. I think the sensitive factor comes in when I think about WHO told me to freestyle over write. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gone in as much as I did. But I think I exceeded his expectations, which leads to the issues we have now.

So thank you, Jack Splash, for making me believe in myself more.


:-)



A sentence and paragraph dedicated to my love for Jamece.












I kinda miss Harlem. But only Harlem in the Summer. Wintertime Harlem sucks, depending on where you live. But I'm happy where I'm at.



And there's no beef (to my knowledge) between Boe, Dre and myself. Just a difference in opinion, which led to an upcoming compromise I wasn't feeling. So, I left.











Such an easy evil...

The Story of Lately

What some of you kids are unaware of (among much) is the fact my music is more poetically literal than conceptual. Before, everything had a concept. Which is/was cool. But I outgrew it. The way I outgrew certain people. Conceptualizing music and things of that nature was a challenge, and my style at the time (multi-syllable) was being tested.

Since then, I mastered the multi-syllable style and embarked on a few new styles.

Of which I incorporate into my freestyles.

Why the fact I freestyle nowadays is (a) anyone's business and (b) relevant is a SUPER mystery to me. At the end of the song, it's still me. And none of you people are on the Grammy committee to make me want to do something different, nonetheless will you receive publishing from anything "written". So what's the complaint? Why do I have to "go hard" anymore? That takes the fun out of making music. I find music to be fun and theraputic, as well as a form of communication. If I have to compromise ANYTHING to appease ANYONE when it comes to music, I just won't put out music. That goes for any and everyone, including Boe, Dre, and you kids on that Kanye forum. I've been making music for a very long time, without knowing any of you. And the kinds of things I talk about now, including sacrilegious gay sex and Satanic mutilation, mean more to me than making another "November 10th". Which, by the way, was a very dark song.

Here, I pose a question to you.

How do you know I haven't always practiced Wicca/TWA?



WOULD you even know?






Like I said. I'm in a different zone. I'm not into the fads. And when I was on Interscope, I looked like I was going to be a fad. At least to me. I felt like people thought I was a Johnny-come-lately.

Nah son.


I'm gonna be around for a while.


And even if I stop making/putting out music, you guys have enough music to hold you down for a while.

I'm pretty sure there are things I said on "From the Desk Of..." that are still over your head. Pretty sure, as pronounced "YOU NIGGAS DIDN'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!"







Why do the same people who call me crazy, read my blog? Are you secretly wishing to give me a blow job? I don't want it, if so... and if you (segue) niggas is sooooo hood, why are you spending your time reading MY blog? I don't present myself as hood, but I have my connections.



I have the answer. I know the answer. I'm not going to give you the answer. You're supposed to already know.














Such an easy evil...

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

The DeHamiltonization Process is under way.

The DeHamiltonization Process is me removing myself from the state of mind of being worshiped, period. I believed December 21st, 2012 was going to be a day when the world worshipped Charles Hamilton. For one reason or another, it didn't happen. Supposedly it went to my little cousin, then to Boe, then to Sha-leik, then to Jeff, then Matt went for the steal, and... basically everyone I've come across in the last 4-5 years has been going for worship.

Fuck them all, honestly. They're not me.

And they never will be.


So basically, these 3 albums are me dealing with me having to change my perception on reality. Admittedly, I was a bit smug, so perhaps this was a lesson in humility. Whatever, and regardless, I grew from it all. Which is all that matters.





















For those who care about album artwork (sighs and rolls eyes), the album covers are above you. 

Hope you enjoy.






I love these albums. 



More to come, maybe. Just depends. Holla.










Know you're beautiful.

ANTI CHRist supERSTAR lyrics


I'm Nader nice.
I gave advice.
People wanna call me a Laker and a hater when I lay with a lady a night.
I just stay in my place and recite the greatest of rhymes, and people just say it's my high-ness.
I take it away, just being fly, and not even defining what fly is.
So I command the fly to land me now, while I stand my ground.
Dammit, sound.
I can manage a noun or two when I'm speaking profound to you,
but all I want you to do is get down while a nigga act all Chris Brown when his chick is Rihanna in the booth.
Rihanna's the mic.
Somebody had to get magnetized.
My fault I came with a rap surprise...

Hip-hop, this is it.
I hate you.
Go away.
I'm racist.
This is it.
I hate me.
Go away.
I know.
Pieces.
Bricks.
I hate you.
Go away.
Fido, eat this shit.
Hate me.
Go away.

Why hate?
I ain't even tryna make niggas act like I don't run the Tri-State.
But I violate me, like "'Lately', I should've sampled you."
I'm crazy.
If I sound like Em,
Damn. Here we go. Another soundbyte.
In the bin it goes.
Then I listen to close foes, who spit with me because they listen to who knows the most.
I get paid.
While callin niggas my sensei.
And since the day I've been pissed.
So, ever since today I been making this list.
Simply a gesture of who's getting deeper.
Enemies next to her.
But I'm thinkin' 'bout sexin' her.
Can't get arrested.
Words.

Hip-hop, this is it.
I hate you.
Go away.
I'm racist.
This is it.
I hate me.
Go away.
I know.
Pieces.
Bricks.
I hate you.
Go away.
Fido, eat this shit.
Hate me.
Go away.

The hook is a spell.
You're looking for hell when you're pressing buttons, saying "He will never sell."
People can never tell who's getting evil,
so I look at the E-buchadnezzar...
I mean, pardon me.
The Nebuchadnezzar of the microphone...
while it looks at me, pressing a bell.
I liked "Recovery",
but I already had the nicest recovery.
Sorry to Eye, but I'm not sorry on the mic.
Nobody is guarding the sky.
And somebody tried to purchase it,
while I get on the mic and straight RIP.
Matrix.
Hate this:
Take 6
...something above.
But I'm high, and I wanna get a nub.
But I don't do that.
I'm not a bi.
But of course...



...you get grub.









Hip-hop, this is it.
I hate you.
Go away.
I'm racist.
This is it.
I hate me.
Go away.
I know.
Pieces.
Bricks.
I hate you.
Go away.
Fido, eat this shit.
Hate me.
Go away.












Forbidden Sunday.



The final chapter in the DeHamiltonization Process.



Kill yourself, selves.





























Know you're beautiful.