Rise of the Lyricist..Hot Cypher

Amanda Diva, Charles Hamilton, Skyzoo, Mickey Factz, WALE, and Cory Gunz.

Charles Hamilton: At Most Im Just ... (Mixtape)

Charles Hamilton: At Most Im Just ... (Mixtape)

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Props to http://watdadickens.blogspot.com for the mixtape cover!


Concept:

The Incubator ("Wish You Were Here"):
The one and only trip down the birth canal, every time you hear the song.

Friendly Reminder/Mop-N-Glo ("A Crow Left of the Murder", "Blood on the Ground"):
Asking for understanding/reassurance, as well as a cover of "Blood on the Ground".

I Really F*ckin Do Tho ("I Miss You"):
It must be a West Indian thing. But every time I fall in love, I feel like I'm enchanted. Is it like that right now, Nowandlater? And is it the same for you? (turns around to see her scowl at her Blackberry; yeah, it is... lol)

NASCAR ("When It Comes"):
Me when I look you dead in your eyes and not smile.

Parent-Teacher Night ("Warning"):
Tell me you didn't feel totally out of control when a teacher you KNEW didn't like you had to tell your mother "the truth"... lol aight then...

Hall Pass ("Nowhere Fast"):
Where and what determination gets you...

Eddie-Lee ("Anna Molly"):
I would've been very content with the middle name, "The"...

Cosmic Hop Scotch ("Stellar"):
She was literally on the phone with me while I recorded it... *sigh* (insert heart smileys)

Sunstorm ("Under My Umbrella"):
Lol just enjoy it...

Sci-Fi Channel ("Here In My Room"):
She's so special that it took an entire channel to understand her worth...

The Warmth, Hamiltonized ("The Warmth")

Rivers in Reverse ("Aqueous Transmission")

Brandon and Jimi Talk Fire ("Pardon Me", acoustic, regular)

Mixtape: Charles Hamilton The Dead Zone

Who's scared of trouble? Not for the faint of heart.lol Enjoy!



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The Dead Zone (Intro/Outro)
The beginning of the project, the end of zoning with the dead, the beginning of zoning with the dead in the project, and deading any negative energy surrounding one's belief in self.

Rachel's Place
I think a perfect replacement for the word "swag" would be "personality".

Homophobia
I clearly believe in civil rights, but I have a standard. Not created out of hate, but for understanding.

NotGuilty
Love is complicated. Life is complicated. What's the sense of ending either when you feel okay?

StrangersWithCandy
Women's intuition ignored.
TheShruggingShoulders
Disappointment can either lead to rage or depression. I understand, but like I said. I have a standard.

But Me Made This Song
As real as it gets...

124th and Broadway.
Right by Thrifty's, Toast, across the street from Grant, right by McDonalds. Don't ever question where I'm from.

Twilight
Two that are in love and going NOWHERE without each other. Can you handle that kind of love? Or losing it?

Outro/Intro to Somewhere
Duality. Such is the nature of...

I Don't Even Care
Being indifferent to the undifferent.

West Side Drive
Minding your body...

First Order of Business Disc 1: Plan (Mixtape)

Dope Mixtape! New Lyric will be comin soon-i promise. I've been slacking

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Charles Hamilton: Every Charles Hamilton Ex-Girlfriend's Worse Nightmare

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Charles Hamilton: My Brain Is Alive (Mixtape)

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Charles Hamilton: Well Isnt This Awkward

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The Best of The Hamiltonization Process

Here ya go!!! lol new fans, catch up. Old fans, just imagine... lol Here's the download link...

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Soulja Boy diss by Charles Hamilton

Soulja Boy diss
Funniest crap i heard in awhile.
Charles Hamilton disses Soulja Boy hard!

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Here's the Video-Funny Pics

THE PINK LAVALAMP -CHARLES HAMILTON

THE PINK LAVALAMP (ALBUM)




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To the Readers...

I am working hard to get this blog to a successful position. If you would like to contribute to this blog give me a holla. Ive sent out a very few amount of invitations to become blog writers to some who i view as prestigious lyricist or conversationalist (if thats a word). I have not abandoned writing my poetry on the blog (ahhhem, MR.HAMILTON)lol, im just takin a break. Will be back! I have a lot planned.

~wind blows

Charles Hamilton mixtape: SONIC THE HAMILTON

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BORED WRITING : The World

This is not meant to be the best lyrical poetry ever-just thoughts-
Please read in its entirety-i promise it gets sweet! (2 minutes)


Nothin in my brain at all
Ideas escape thru the passage
Its a fact that most thoughts come passive
Reaction?
None at most when I sit here and boast about
A flow that floats-
Controlled by ignorant spokes
The world as I see it gets rattled in a battle with the solar system
and malcontrolled rhythm produced by unseen schisms
Do we differ?
That's just the question
Most people ask if we are alone or just a section.
manifested for most to see
A poison tree placed in vicinity of forest weeds
A potent breed
Or just the same old dumb disease
Leeching off the less bereaved
Not to be decieved
Only to understand the flow of seas
that blow in breeze evaporates then joins the trees!

~wind blows

Aero-Poetry Repost (Freefalling)

Bored (4 minutes)

They locked me down in chains just to tame my rocket,
little did they know I had fuel in my pocket
plus the sparks from the wall of a broken socket
and drips from the pipes that hung over my cockpit.
took over controls-altitude was droppin.
the gas that the vents pumped in was toxic,
very vexed and perplexed from a view that's rotten,
spoken from the sight of a man with knowledge.
regained the flight-its insight with polish.
stopped just ta gaze at the view of tropics.
A beautiful sight like a girl with logic
never on the tonic so I feel bionic.
I tote strength from the fulfilled of spoken-
the opposite of potions and potent poisons.
I have to say tho that was to the 'left' in my dream.
i happened to see that that was left on the scene(seen).
So its weird that if I foresee everything-
why is that I can never complete anything.
arghhh
back from a daydream
the rocket was still droppin at night with my 'high' beams.
as I gleamed out the circular hole-
I never seen it befo-
the point I reached was absolute zero.
everything stopped even the watch that was Seiko.
then again in a flash it was hot-
perspiration occurred on the glass of my watch.
What's the explanation for the things I see?,
is this just make believe or a blatant dream?
Lets pinch myself and see if it works.
.....
I guess it wasn't a dream cuz it actually hurts.
I been freefallin in my rocket for awhile,
the strange phenomenon just kills my morale-
as I drop more I hear the cries of a child
no where to be found
and then there's no sound.
blinded by the translucent gases,
flabbergasted with no dramatic action
hoping its not graphic is my passion.
(to be continued)..maybe

Luv Ta Luv Ya!

~wind blows

WORDS OF A LYRICIST

CHARLES HAMILTON

BORED WRITING : Karmas a Bastard

Karma Poetry (Street Mindstate)... 6minutes

RAMBLE:....

this world's a hostile viscinity, literally,
where my beliefs and chivalry, are questioned upon viscidity,
where visually ,
my thoughts and entities,of higher powers, are doubted,
unless proven on by facsimiles,
but they do exist and vividly,
and are supreme, like greens, representation in Celtic virility
or mythical powers that limit thee....
to nothing less, than cumbered stress accumulated by liviing fees
so typically....you make a check , while stressed in debt,
breaking backs for pennies with hopes of healing crippled knees
but you still question mentally,....my essence, and presence,
yet your predescendants were hung upon Christmas trees
so when... people get shot in spines,
and ask where gods resides,
i tell em in the barrel's of glocks and nines
and they're formerly blasted
i tell people , karmas a bastard

"Luv Ta Luv Ya"

~wind blows

BORED WRITING : Ramble Skillz

Another day another boredom ramble- 4 minutes

BORED AND READY TO SPIT'
' WIT A SWORD, HANDS STEADY AND STIFF'
"DISPURSING SQUALS"-
"ABORTIN ALL" from 'MIXED HORDES,to SAND YETIs, to CRIPS"
i "KICK CHORDS SO INCREDIBLY SICK"
i could split the "BUBONIC PLAGUE""IN TWO SONIC WAVES"
and "GIVE A CORPSE,another CHANCE TO LEVY AND LIVE"
i BREAKS DUDES LIKE AWKWARD SILENCE,
a CAPABLE AND UNSTOPPABLE GIANT
Drowning GASSED THUGS, like 'FLASH FLOODS', in UNSTOPABLE TROPICAL CLIMATES!
like a 'Violent Virus' CRASHING A BETA, I SMASH MASQUERADERS
while my 'Excrement's' alone could COLLAPSE THE EQUATOR!
L.F.I.'s a straight " BROILERING RHYMER"
and blatant "DESTROYER OF CYPHAS"
whos writtens always *fire* like "EMPLOYMENT WRITE UPS!"
....
Undertaken as my 'PUPIL' is the only way you'd be 'SEEN' a 'SPEC'tacle
(ok im done)

Luv Ta Luv Ya!

~wind blows

Another bored quickie ramble

Bored Again. so ill post till i get comments (5 min)

with the way Im puttin verses together,
immersed with the curses of letters,
subsurface purpose to never,
believe in birds of a feather,
words of the brethren veteran
no medicine levelin the sickest menace-in the form of a human
, speakin in beats im consumin,
not from Milwaukee, but brewin Bucks to keep me out of ruin
my pen is fluent in fire,
a chosen few are hired, to Pass the Roc,
the hottest crew no matter who retires
letter leviathin, rippin the booth that-Im-up-in,
sittin sippin the heinekin,
designin rhymes and dimes-again
the finest highnesses,
you wanna add to my minuses?,
lyrical style astonishes enough to clear your sinuses
i am the killer columnist,
sinister meets apocolypse,
venemous fluid gargle-ist,
no other choice but honor-this
...
really i am laniary-makin you lamentable
when i lacerate-just tearin up ya physical
make you into words-break you into syllables
eat up ya rhymes like figurative minerals
im critically acclaimed by the clinically insane
anyone's in pain-when forced to live more than a minute in my brain.

Luv ta Luv ya!

~wind blows

Still Bored.... THREE MINDS

Bored Rambling... 3 minutes

A breeze when spittin
I leave u lifted
sprees that's gifted
in changed decisions
that rip with tension
and devise precision
...
I'm a giant and you're no David
I am Goliath fused with Satan
save it
that's futile but basic
a lesson learned you will get burned if you chase it.
nah erase it
you will get burned if you face it,
hate complacent,
be sure to cover all bases like rapist,
pace it,there's no need for braces when u tasteless-
and no products of green makes you cakeless
unless you take it so stop fakin.
...
I create a mentality opposite of factions of retracting seas,
destroying reality, and creating ever standing fallacies.
my thought process reigns in a stretch of many galaxies
until the winners of the rule start attacking me,
blasphemy!
Misconceptions and imperfections like lines in the curb,
never minded I stay fly like when maggots emerge

Luv Ta Luv Ya!

~wind blows

BORED WRITING :Aero Poetry (Freefalling)

Bored... (4 minute ramble)

They locked me down in chains just to tame my rocket,
little did they know I had fuel in my pocket
plus the sparks from the wall of a broken socket
and drips from the pipes that hung over my cockpit.
took over controls-altitude was droppin.
the gas that the vents pumped in was toxic,
very vexed and perplexed from a view that's rotten,
spoken from the sight of a man with knowledge.
regained the flight-its insight with polish.
stopped just ta gaze at the view of tropics.
A beautiful sight like a girl with logic
never on the tonic so I feel bionic.
I tote strength from the fulfilled of spoken-
the opposite of potions and potent poisons.
I have to say tho that was to the 'left' in my dream.
i happened to see that that was left on the scene(seen).
So its weird that if I foresee everything-
why is that I can never complete anything.
arghhh
back from a daydream
the rocket was still droppin at night with my 'high' beams.
as I gleamed out the circular hole-
I never seen it befo-
I was zero below.
the point I reached was absolute zero.
everything stopped even the watch that was Seiko.
then again in a flash it was hot-
perspiration occurred on the glass of my watch.
What's the explanation for the things I see?,
is this just make believe or a blatant dream?
Lets pinch myself and see if it works.
.....
I guess it wasn't a dream cuz it actually hurts.
I been freefallin in my rocket for awhile,
the strange phenomenon just kills my morale-
as I drop more I hear the cries of a child
no where to be found
and then there's no sound.
blinded by the translucent gases,
flabbergasted with no dramatic action
hoping its not graphic is my passion.
(to be continued)..maybe

Luv Ta Luv Ya!


~wind blows