returnofthejedi.......

HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


What's up guys? I know I know, its been FOREVER! been working entirely too hard though. Had a birthday! TURNED 21 FINALLY! but it sucked ass because everybody just shitted on me as usual.


Haven't been writing as I should be. Just been sidetracked a lot more mentally. Maybe I will write today or something. Seems like a possibility.



Been DJ'ing a lot. Well with my bro's equipment. He always says things like don't touch my shit then be in the middle of a party and be like "Chill take over for me. I'm tired." lol its cool. It's actually fun. I can see myself purchasing my own set and just messing around with it. He would get offended if I just started DJ'ing. He would feel like I was trying to steal business and competiton. Plus I would need a laptop.



Which by the way, I went to the apple store to look at one. I think the macbook pro is possibly the best laptop EVER!!!!!!!!! It does everything. I want one soooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad. but they are soooooooooo exspensive. Worth every penny. Gonna get one. Don't care if I gotta sell crack to get one. Gonna get one.





GETTING MY 1ST TATTOO NEXT FRI.! Super EXCITED. I can't describe it. You just gotta see it. I will def. post pics up for y'all on here and on facebook and MySpace. I hope it comes out good. More nervous about the look then the actual pain. Should be raw though. I'll probably be getting mad tats now.
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Peace and salutations to all (earthlings),


C.H.-Ill the Martian

possiblitiesturningintorealities....

"People always wanna know/ 'where do I be at? where I'm is?'/ yo I'm on the porch chillen at the crib/ if you gotta question about dope shit/ what it is, letta niggah know, tell me how you feel/ people think phil put jordan on the map/ matter fact, them words aint goin where I'm at/ and with that, everybody on the planet where you at/ just let ya head bang like there's hammers in ya hat." - Cool kids


Kinda describes what I'm doin rite now. lol and where I got people now. I been keeping to myself. Can't trust anybody anymore. Everybody's a suspect. You all fit the description of a liar.


Like my little brother said "You can't sell me bullshit.... I know the prices."



Anyways, I just got the unofficial official word that I'm goin to the studio tomorrow. We goin to try to knock out the mixtape tomorrow. hopefully.... I think I suck at hip-hop.. but I said I would do it for my niggah.. Won't break my word... Soo I guess be on the look out for the mixtape "UnCool Ent. Presents 'We are UnCool: The Movement'". Should be nice. Should be exciting.



Nothing is wrong in my life. But for some reason, I feel depressed. A little stressed out. And I think I'm missing something. Idk. Just diggin deep in my mind right now doing some renovations.
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Thanks for the tribute earthlings..... lol





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Peace and Salutations Earthlings lol,


C.H.-ill the Martian

theculminationofremorsefulpast...

"You should NEVER base the success or level of your reputation/status in society by the amount of ill will (HATE) you generate from your peers." - Charles "Chill" Hopkins


To explain it better for those reading who may not understand, you should NEVER do things for HATE. Remember what the good book says: "You reap what you sow"


Anyways, so I got some business to take care of. Hopefully, if it turns out good then I can finally breathe and be free for once. Not so damn much on the move. Can we say: possibly chill and pinkstarburst finally get to spend some time together??
Hopefully, but who knows?



I really want to elaborate on my "thesis" posted at the top of this blog.
I have a serious problem with people who say things like "if they aint hating, you ain't doing something right" and do things for hate. First, if your life is that petty that you give a shit about how, people who genuinely don't give a shit about you, feel... Then you seriously have a problem. I recommend: GET A HOBBY! GET A LIFE! Why would somebody care what someone else feels? Especially if that person doesn't care how you feel? Idk. Maybe it's just me. But I guess me ranting and raving on my blog about haters means I've been noticing. Maybe I'm a hater. But I just hate to see my people act like assholes.



Well, time to go and handle some business. Wish me luck, Blogspot.
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Peace and Salutations earthlings lol,


C.H.-Ill the Martian

morepoetryfromthemindofchill...

Feeling a little better.. been listening to poetry and hangin out with my friends all weekend.. helped clear my head...



Wrote a new poem...



Entitled "Cry for help"
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"Who am I?/
I am that beat that made ya pops pop, break, twist, and lock/
I am that motivation that convinced ya moms to wear reebok, osh kosh, and door knocks/
I am that inspiration behind plats, braids, and dreadlocks/
I am that courage that helped NWA say "FUCK THE COPS"/
I am that microphone that was rocked by ya mans and his mans/
I am that graffiti tagged on trains, brickwalls, and trash cans/
I am that chemistry between the crowd and the DJ's hands/
I am that reason an ordinary man can have extraordinary fans/
I am that voice which connects America to the projects/
I am that cause which makes little girls sacrifice self-respect/
I am that force behind untimely teenage deaths/
I am a handle being controlled by white men behind big desks/
I am the ascending rates of inner city murders and drugs/
I am the Notorious Thug/
I am the reason little boys don't know love/
I am the baby's father who doesn't give a fuck/
I am the pregnant teenage mother of 3 still up in the club/
I am everything negative in society/
I am labeled "improper" by our deomcracy/
I am what you have made me/
And after all I gave, I just want someone to save me/
Who am I?/
Hip-hop's cry for help."
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Hope you guys like it. I bet you were expecting something different. LOL sorry.









Peace and Salutations earthlings,


C.H.-ill the Martian

hatredhasconsumedme....

"When I die fuck it I wanna go to hell/ cuz Imma piece of shit it aint hard to fuckin tell/ It don't make sense goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies/ dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies.."


You ever feel numb? Like you can't feel anything anymore? Like you just stop feeling period? Everything that was ever beautiful before, now has become disgusting and putrid. Ugly and unapproachable. You have nothing good to say. Any pure or beautiful thoughts and ponderings become thoughts of death and destruction. Ponderings of hatred and disturbed visions. That's how I'm feeling right now.


Just a side note: I REALLY despise the show "College Hill". I actually loathe B.E.T.



I've been constantly asking myself this enigma of question: What did I do in my life ever, to deserve what has happened to me and what I am becoming? If you can't tell, something monumental has happened to me. It has forever changed my perception on life. The only way to describe it or put it in an analogy is: Life is a bitch. And we're in a failing marriage. So I'm ready for a divorce.


I don't have too much to say. For the record and for my readers, pinkstarburst is not responsible for this. But because of this horrid event, I don't think I wanna be around her. Not in the mental state that I'm in. She doesn't deserve to be disrespected nor should she pay for someone else's (Icanteventhinkofaword).










FUCK PEACE! MAKE HATE!





Charles W. Hopkins

infusedoverthinkingofpinkstarburst....... ;-)

"I'm the one that you mite see around town/ Giving out daps & pounds/ So high up that I'm on the ground/ screaming WHAT UP?! WHAT IT BE?!"


Salutations my earthlings. Really liking the new KiD CuDi song "Daps & Pounds". Actually liking the new mixtape "Dat kid from cleveland". You should check it out.




Scoping new shit I wanna cop. I wanna Macbook Pro bad! It does everything and more but it is expensive as shit! But for the type of person I am and the shit I do on the regular basis, I'm convinced that its kinda what I need as far as a computer/laptop/notebook. Plus with the pro-tools and the battery power increase, that's like icing on the cake.




I think I have a problem. I love this blogging shit too much. Like I haven't even eaten anything yet and I still decided to blog before eating. But I always something to say.



SHE'S COMING HOME! lol don't know why I said that. It's not like I'm gunna see her. But umm we definitely have this entire summer to chill and get a bit more acquainted. I've always liked that expression. "Get a bit more acquainted". It's a subtle way of saying let's fuck. lol dik. or maybe you mite know. who knows? I would like to see her. Just to see what happens or where it mite take us. Kinda wondering if we will see each other at all. Who knows? I wish I did.


"Chic-o-Stick" is mad....FUCKING PISSED at me. I'd rather not say why. We had a talk and she is at a point in her life where she doesn't know what she wants to do next. So she would feel better if we didn't get back together. Which I already knew, because she has said that exact statement before, but I guess she didn't think I believed her or listened. I did. Anyways, I would rather us be friends and she be happy/find herself 1st then to be together and she is confused on what she wants. Because when your confused on what direction you want to take, then you start to question the obvious. Not good for a relationship. I gotta talk to her this weekend, before she castrates me in my sleep or something. But then I would like to see her climb up a apartment building to get into my window to pull off a procedure like that! lol JUST PLAYING!


Me and "Reese's"..... well let's just say I haven't spoke to her in weeks. She took my "Candy-Coated Raindrops" blog ENTIRELY wrong. We have a very lengthy and rocky history. To summarize, we dated my senior year (her freshman) in high school. All we did was fight and fuck. Not good for a relationship. A few failed attempts in later years, and we reached this point. Where I really thought we were going to give it a thorough SECOND try. I thought we played this one right. Didn't jump into anything too fast. Let our feelings grow gradually and then when we both felt the time and vibe was right, take that next step together. My take on it is, (remember "Reese's" this is just my opinion) that she noticed I wasn't just attracted to her. Judging by our past ventures, she assumed I was using her and the rest of them for sex and my better interest. NOT AT ALL. "Reese's" was the only one I did have sex with when I became single. And we had agreed NOT to have sex. I wasn't going to do it out of respect for her wishes. LMAO! BLOGSPOT I SWEAR! but she wanted to and as a man (and a muthafucking niggah lol) I wasn't going to say no. I also think as time progressed, her feelings came back. MINE DID TOO! but not as strong or as fast. A lot of heartbreak and headaches came with us and I was just trying to make sure it didn't happen again. And when she saw that I was feeling other people than her, she put her guard up and decided she wasn't going let it happen again. She didn't trust me. Or at least ask me how I felt about us and the other girls. Mind you this is going down while I'm single and just weighing my options. So I wasn't doing anything illegal. And I know somebody as pretty and as......free as her definitely had other sparkles in her eye. I guess it's because around me she is vulnerable and I know the REAL her. So NO matter what kind of front she puts up for everybody else, I was the 1st. So ain't no bullshitting me. I guess she thought I was being manipulative and greedy like I used to be. Not this time. I'm grown. So if all I want is sex, I will tell you. I have no problem telling you. So if your reading this "Reese's" then that's my side of the story. I hope maybe we can talk in person because messaging over MySpace is so impersonal and wack. I feel something of this stature is done face to face.
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But I refuse to stop living and searching for love. Whether it's with one of these three or if I haven't found her yet. I gotta live at the end of the day. It would be disrespectful to myself and God. So not being disrespectful to ANY of you thre delectible delicious treats (lol) but I'm on a mission from mars (HA!) to find my true love and indulge myself in her.
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Listening to some good music right now. "Pink Lavalamp". Charles Hamilton. My favorite artist probably of the millenium. Really hungry. Bout to GRIZZ-UB! Lol
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Running outta words... and treats... lol you earthlings you...




Peace and Salutations,





C.H.-ill the Martian

poetryisthesoulsexpressionandthemindsvoice...

Ok Ok OK! So I lied... but there is two reasons why I'm back. 1): I worked out my problems with the person(s) who had I thought had a problem. and 2): because what the fuck else am I supposed to do with my spare time? lol So with that being said I'm BACK!!!! To all of the 8 people who follow my blog anyways. Lol


So I been writing a lot more rhymes and poetry lately. It's becoming a time killer. Whenever something hits me I just write it down. So I guess this writing shit is my new shit. Along with writing jokes too. I realized that I don't just wanna be one thing. I don't wanna be confined to one platform. I wanna do it ALL! Just wanna take it one step at a time. So whichever comes 1st I figure Imma just kill it. Only time and God will tell.

With that being said, I am going to post another poem which I thought was a rhyme, but it seemed to have more poetry feel to it. So I knew I had to let it rock.



Ooh its "Untitled":


"Master of my mind/
and master of my time/
and master of my fly/
and master of my rhyme/
and bastard to the people who choose to be blind/
ones who'd rather shoot glocks then elevate minds/
ones who'd rather push rocks just get by/
watching innocents get high, just to die/
trade in your soul, just to make a dime/
hoping you get paid, just to get a dime/
and she looking fine, thick in the thighs/
but you look her in the eyes and her heart tells lies/
She don't love you, she loves those dollar signs/
And you'll lose your mind before you lose her fine/
becoming consumed in the money and her artificial love/
thriving off the hate/love you receive at the club/
living for the iil will you get from your peers/
"FUCK BOOKS" you'd rather get dubs/
You need to hear the hood give cheers/
Remember the stars see you/
and the stars will never forget you/
So when its time to join the stars, they will dismiss you.







OK! So I think its really wack. Maybe you'll like it. Maybe you won't. Only the comments can tell. dik lol. I have this habit of writing only a couple lines and then just freestyling the rest of it.



I read somewhere on MySpace once "If they ain't hating, you doing something wrong!".
And I remembered a saying I heard on The Boondocks: "So you judge your success and status by the amount of ill will you generate from those among you... Wow."
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Thought I would put that out there. lol you earthlings you.
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Running outta words... and outta bullets.. lol



Peace and Salutations Earthlings,


C.H.-ill the Martian

F.eeling misU.nderstoodC.onstantlyK.ills..... Me...

I'm officially going to stop blogging in the next few hours. This shit has caused me nothing but unnecessary drama. Everytime I come on here and try to speak thoughts and feelings somebody always gets mad. I mean FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN I LIVE?!?!?!?!? Shit! I thought this was a site where people come and speak thoughts and post anything they feel like that independently express them as the person they truly are. I'm a person who easily falls for the sweetest smile or nicest body really quick but I hide it with this exterior of being a FUCKING ASSHOLE. And that's not really who I am naturally. I've always been a genuinely nice person and because I have been taken advantage of in the past I decided to say never again. So I became an asshole and I started to like it. I realized nobody will ever pull fast one on this muthafucking niggah EVER again. But I met somebody recently who, along with other friends and family, kept telling me you don't have to always be an asshole. So I thought you know I'm reaching an age where this asshole shit is getting outdated. So I thought maybe its God's way of telling me that I need to change my ways. So I decided to make the change for myself. But with any big change in your life, it always has it doubts and its ups and downs, but if you feel like in your mind, you know what your doing is going to leave you better off, then why not try to make the change. I said in my previous blog that being nice sucks. And I'm not happy with the change I'm making. I also implied pretty much that pinkstarburst was the one who was the driving force behind my change. But its not true. I was just honestly really struggling with all this because I'm scared that the same thing is going to happen before. Now I think pinkstarburst don't want shit to do with me. That's fine. I'm not gonna make her even be my FRIEND if she doesn't wunna be. But I refuse for her not to know the truth. So there it is. For everybody.









Charles Wesley Hopkins

randomthoughtsbecomingrealities...

"Your nobody.....Till somebody......KILLS you"


Random thoughts running through my brain. I feel officially single and ready to make my next move as far as relationships are concern. Which that move is: NOTHING! I don't even know if I'm ready to be a boyfriend. I'm trying this new thing called "Being Nice" and it sucks. I mean I don't know why I feel like I'm getting shitted on emotionally. I'm still feeling like I say I'm not like every next niggah but yet I'm feeling like my actions make me look like I'm every next niggah. I feel like I'm changing who I am. And not saying changing who you are isn't bad. But if I'm not happy with it, then why am I changing?




pinkstarburst is annoying me! Maybe its just because I been trying not to be an asshole to her. I guess that's the good thing about being nice. She is still cool. And I realized one reason why I'm attracted to her. Probably one of the weirdest reasons ever but well its a "Chill" reason. She looks like one of my favorite porn stars kinda. Not like a spitting image but she favors her a lot. She still gets on my nerves. But she still ok in my book. I can see us being good friends regardless..........question is.......is that all chill wants??????????




Thinkinaboutit-aint I? L-M-[C.H.-ill]-A-O!





I LOVE HOT WEATHER! This weekend was sooooooooooooooo nice! I played mad sports and enjoyed the "view" where I was at. Shout out to my niggah Cool. Blessed me and my brothers with probably the best weekend we've had in a while. Which is nothing more than a pre-cursor to the Summer of '09. I LOVE Y'ALL NIGGAHS! DETERMINED NOBODIES/UNCOOL MOVEMENT!




Cudi gotta new mixtape out. DJ E-V presents KiD CuDi "Dat Kid from Cleveland". Shit is Ill. "Daps & Pounds" is my joint. Check that out. You can download it at datnewcudi.com or livemixtapes.com.



I'm super hungry. Think I'm gonna eat some of this delicious ass spaghetti sauce my moms made. Or I'm gonna get some food somewhere. Hopefully Two brothers or PizzaU. Ahh who knows, right? But I am gonna get some grub...
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Kevin Hart - I'm a Grown Little Man.... Funny!



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Peace and Salutations Earthlings,


C.H.-ill The Martian

pinkstarburst..... ;-)

I finally figured out how to add an imeem song to my blog! That is my theme song for 2009. I feel like I figured out a hard process but its not really that difficult. But I'm glad I figured it out.. hopefully I cant leran how to put a custom playlist up. lol IM still a little rusty with this earth technology........ ;-) lol
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I'm talking to "Starburst" rite now... She isn't feeling too good..... :-( I can't make her feel better... Well I can but.....lol our relationship hasn't reached that level yet. But who knows? I still have random thoughts of "chic-o-stick". I always manage to do this to myself. Find or become attractedto more than one chick. But I can't help it. What one girl doesnt have the other might. and since I'm single, Its not like I'm doing anything wrong. Just weighing my options. Anyways, I hope a sign comes soon so I know where to focus my attention and love towards. Only time will tell.
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KiD CuDi gotta new mixtape out. "Dat Kid from Cleveland". Please downlaod and support. http://www.datnewcudi.com/.
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KiD CuDi- Day N Nite (Crookers remix)


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Running outta words.... shout out to starburst..... ;-)



Peace and much love to all y'all.....Earthlings,



C.H.-ill the Martian

convincedindecision...

You know I've reached a point where all I can do is stare into the night sky and tell God that I tried my best. I thought I was being respectful and honest of everyone and everyone's feelings but apparently I'm nothing more than a greedy, selfish, manipulative asshole who is fucking over everybody for my better interest. So I think I'm at the point where whoever feels offended by me and my actions/words, then apparently that's a personal problem. I never did anything to disrespect ANYBODY. Or at least I thought. So I'm through expending the mental energy and space on a issue I feel is unnecessary or frugal. For those of you who can interpret my actions and words how they are meant to be interpreted, I give you my greatest gratitude. You obviously have understood and embraced TheMartian Charles Hopkins. I'm glad y'all are in my life and I know our relationship, whatever level it may reach, will be real and beautiful.
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Got super high last night for 4/20. Idk what the fuck kinda tree that was but....OOO WEEEE! Shit was super strong. Had my headphones on and was Zoning out to Charles Hamilton's "Pink Lavalamp" mixtape. Then I got to the bonus track called "Writing in the Sky" and for some reason it had so much more meaning to it. I reminisced about my whole life. I realized that music really is more than just a form of entertainment. Its an artform. An expression. An outlet. And it has been apart of my life for my WHOLE life. I love music.
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Talked to Starburst last night. We had our first phone conversation. She's funny. She's a little cholo. ;) I think she would like it on mars. The people would treat her nice. dik. I really think she might be a good change for me. She is really cool. And we get along. Plus I guess with me being a geek and a nerd and somewhat eccentric, she seems to like me regardless. I like the fact that I can be myself around her. She is growing on me. Dik blogspot. What do you guys think?
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NBA PLAYOFFS! LET'S GO SIXERS AND HORNETS!!
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Running outta words...and I'm hungry...




Peace and much love to all y'all earthlings,

C.H.-ill the Martian

Candy Coated Raindrops...

"Skinamarink-e-dink-e-dink/ Skinamarink-e-doo!"


That's the kinda natural (in both aspects.......;) ) high im on right now in my life.
Everything is making NO sense in my life that it makes PERFECT sense. I got a "Starburst" (she doesnt like NowandLater) who is very cool and gorgeous just I don't really know her yet and I'm really digging her but I refuse to start something so soon. I got a "Chic-o-stick" who I would love to give another chance and run at a relationship but I refuse to be somewhere I'm not trusted. and I got a "Reese's" who I get the feeling is thinking I'm playing her and is getting fed up with the wondering. And judging by how this looks, you probably think I'm a player. Well the answer is no. I havent lied to any of them. I like them all. I would love to have the opportunity to take them to my home planet and show them how my native people live and exist. BUT! the reality is, these three "treats" lol arent the type you could or should dog out. They deserve the upmost respect and attention from ANY male. Not just me. Don't get it twisted, If I could have all three LORD KNOWS I would but I can't. So I hope they don't think its a competition. I'm no prize or anything worth winning, its more of a decision in my mind. The constant struggle in my mind. I was once asked how my thought process works. ANSWER: Watch a movie called "Funny Games" starring Tim Roth and Naomi Watts. They play one song constant throughout the movie. If you figure out what the song is, thats the best comparison to my thought process. That and J Dilla Instrumnetals. So back to my subject, I hope when they read this, they don't get confused. I feel personally I don't DESERVE any of you. But I know I've earned the PRIVILEGE. So the statement still lingers: Everything is making NO sense in my life that it makes PERFECT sense. What does this mean? It means only one thing: LIVE. I don't have time to try and figure it out. I just have to live. and let.......wait for it....... godallahjehovahbuddhashivasomehigherpower handle the rest. (outta respect for my non-christian readers......weirdo lol) Hopefully I get to indulge in one of these delectible "treats". But probably not. O well. I still have mars. lol dik.





SHOUTS TO CuDi, Hedgehog, and Roth!!



Running outta words.....and candy..... lol you earthlings you!




Peace and Salutations Earthlings,


C.H.-ill the Martian

la di da da da... la di da da da...

OVER! Been listening to the illest lyricist of 2009. Asher Roth.


So She's back on my mind blogspot! BUT! It's not the same she. For privacy reasons, her name shall not b revealed. We'll call her "NowandLater"! (shouts to charles hamilton). So me and NowAndLater talked today. She's cool. Hysterically funny. I don't think she be trying though. She's becoming a breath of fresh air. Someone who helps me escape the reality that is my life. We have great conversations. But anybody who engages in conversation with me usually has good conversation. lol She's SOO super fucking cute. I don't even know if thats a sentence but thats the only way I can describe it. lol dik (don't I know) anyways, If there is gunna be anything between us I wunna take it SUPER slow. I can't rush this. The way I'm feeling and what I just went through, I refuse to mess up again. I really like my "ladybug" but she doesnt trust or believe in me. And it frustrates me. Because this is the one time in my entire life I really changed who I completely am in a relationship and as a person to be ladybug's perfect boyfriend. I never gave her a reason not to trust me. Not to believe in me. I was 110% + 10. and in the end, ladybug always said "I trust you. I believe you." and then constantly questioned my integrity and told me that "I wasn't in it to win it." SOOOO! I'm at my breaking point. LADYBUG! If your listening wiht your eyes right now. THATS IT! That's how I feel. TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT! I told you I would love to try again but Im not gonna force you if you don't trust me. And I'm not gunna try if you don't believe in me. BUT i'm DAMN sure not gunna stop living. Who knows if somebody else? possibly NowAndLater.........;). hopefully. But Like I said Imma treat her like a jawbreaker.. Nice and slow. NowAndLater seems fun. Wanna hang out with her sumtime. Hopefully when she isnt BLACKIN on me for being rude. lol dik. (dont bite that either, earthlings.) But she is cool guys. I hope I get the opportunity to be with her. I ring to my planet and show her something different. lol You earthlings are so lucky. You get to enjoy this feeling love like its toys from the dollar store. Something you easily break and abuse. Somethingyou have no real love for. Me on the other hand, I enjoy love regardless of whether I got it at the dollar store or the big Toys R' Us in NYC. They both essentially are the same thing. And to get true happiness outta of it, you must treat it with the same respect you would treat anything of important value. NOt just because of the brand and where it came from.


Today may have been one of the most BEAUTIFUL days I ever experienced. I really wished I had my skateboard today. But I couldnt find it. I'm glad the weather is getting better. I'm ready to start skating again. NOw that I got some great music and even better headphones to rock with now. I think Imma teach NowAndLater how to skate. I wanted to teach Ladybug how to skate. But she isnt a very active person. O well.



KiD CuDi and weed go together like peanut butter and jelly. His mixtape was made for smoking. "That maui Wowie! That Mai wowie!" lol Perfect. So intoxicating and different. You kinda escape into his stories and songs with every verse. Its amazing and kinda scary I like somebody's music this much. Can't wait to meet him. Hope we're doing a track or a movie when we meet. I mean we are from the same home planet.....................;) dik.



Running outta words...... and thoughts..... lol



Peace and much love to all y'all........earthlings,

C.H.-ill.......the Martian......lol

I.....am....the...martian

Martian is my new shit right now. Idk why. Cudi says it best though "Embrace the martian". Just because I don't do everything you do or think like you doesnt mean I'm not LIKE you. I'm just different. Embrace me. Like I do all of you.


Watching music videos and realizing there are no good songs out. and 50 cent is annoying. His whole team is fucking annoying. Especially Banks. One Word: ASS!




Im uber bored. There is nothing to do. But I guess I should just make something to do. Think Imma freestyle soon. Idk why but I feel like it.




KID CUDI IS MY INSPIRATION! Now time out becuase this aint on no gay shit.. I'm being real. He is me. I am him. If I were a famous rapper. Which I'm not. Yet. lol (wishful thinking)



"Poker Face" by Kid Cudi, Common and Kanye West.... hilarious but hard...




Running outta words.... The Martian has arrived.... lol




Peace and much love to all y'all.....earthlings lol,

C.H.-ill

My first.......Poem???!?

Yeah you read it right.. I've decided to post a poem.. Im not a poetry type of person but I guess when you become a fan of good music with lyrical substance and content, you start to take a liking to poetry. so here goes...


by the way Im totally wingin this right now. I think i thought up to lines of this thing and realize I could take it somewhere bear with me blogspot... lol



Entitled: "You aint nuffin but a Dawg!"


"You ain't nuffin but a dawg!"/
Thats what they always tell me,/
And in some ways, you all were right you see,/
Like a dog, the "player" inside keeps a chain on me/
Kinda was made this way by society/
Insecurity eats my heart like.. well a heartworm/
And every thought of commitment makes me cry and squirm/
Being loyal to anbody but myself.. man that shits for the birds/
Why are you this way? you probably ask/
Well why does a dog piss on trees or lick its own ass?/
Its basic instinct/
something you do and you don't think/
besides women like to push me to the brink/
So fuck em. Why love em?/
Its all about me. Who cares if I end up sad and lonely?/
I rather be a stray then tied up to a tired ass tree/
At least then I will be free/
Although, I wouldnt mind if someone rescued me/
I mean if i'm a dog that means If I can trust you, you have my loyalty/
feed me, play with me, love me, I will do the same/
I mean even the best player gets tired of the game/
So show me that you aint like the same/
Or otherwise you will be just another victim to the game/
Another note in my Player's log/
And to you, I just be another dawg.




Kinda wack but I have been messaging on facebook and downloading music. Hope you guys like that though.





Running outta words.... I swear for real this time.. lol



Peace and much love to all y'all,

Chill

Ummm...

Soo I hadda dream last nite about an old friend of mine. We don't really hang out... Well we don't hang out at ALL anymore but I still got mad love for her. And in my dream I said something really inspirational and I woke this morning tryna remember what it was. lol I think I got it (Somebody has probably already said this, I bet):


"Life is a Puzzle. A puzzle with some of the pieces already in place. And some pieces are still in the box. Now you have the picture on the box of what the puzzle is supposed to look like. How you achieve that picture is entirely on you. Pieces already in place are the ones laid by your Parents, Grandparents, Great Grandparents, Brothers, Sisters, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Best Friends, Teachers, Coaches, Mentors and other influences on your life. And of course God. Or Allah. Or Jehovah. These pieces metaphorically represent How to walk, to talk, to breath, to run, to treat people, to think, to feel, to taste, to smell, to hear, to know. We can call these the corners of your puzzle. The pieces that always stay steadfast. The ones you build on. Now the empty spaces in the middle are experiences you haven't filled in yet. These pieces depending upon their shape and size could be anything from, your first sporting event or your first kiss to your first fight. These pieces are easy to add. You know where those pieces fit. We can call these the border. You have your corners but the border inlines the corner making the puzzle a little more larger and detailed. Revealing somewhat of the picture trying to be obtained. You can fill these in easily. Now here comes the hardest part. The actually heart of the picture. The pieces that complete it all. These pieces are very detailed and complex. Pieces are small in size but large in meaning. These pieces go in one at a time to complete the puzzle. These pieces are things like College or life after high school. Finding your true love. Living on your own. Having kids. Discovering your religion (if not already discovered). Finding your career path and BLAZING it. These pieces even have smaller pieces which make these pieces. These even smaller pieces are graduating college. Tried and failed relationships. Bouncing from job to job. Being muslim one minute and buddhist the next. Then praying to jesus when things get hard. FINDING YOURSELF. Its your job to complete your life puzzle. To find the career your either willing to put up with for the rest of your life or the one you will love for the rest of your life (depending on the type of person you are). To find true love and just live in it. To pro-create. To believe in something bigger than yourself (doesn't necessarily have to be a religion). To live. Completion of the puzzle is death (physically and metaphorically). Question I pose to you: How big is your puzzle?"
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Yeah I dreamt that up. If she is reading by some chance, then that is my last bit advice to you, sis. Get YO SHIT TOGETHER! Everyone else reading please feel free to re-post and read and spread this around to your friends. I realize that in writing this or even thinking this, I wasn't the only one who needed to hear it.







Running outta words.... lol not really.....





Peace and much love to y'all,



Chill

Sooo...

"Its been a long time/ I shouldna left you/ without a dope blog to....read??/"

Lol Hello everybody. It has been quite some time since I blogged but I have been quite busy. NEW JOB! Gotta work in today's society. Plus, we need money around here if we gonna build this studio. Yes, I said studio. I know I said in previous blogs that I would never get into music because its the stereotypical route every black person takes when they can't do anything else BUT...!!! Its not for me its for my younger brother. He's real determined to get his foot into the door. He just D.J.'d his 1st gig and he did his muthafucking thing. (Anybody looking to Book a D.J. contact Baron Drinks @ 302-399-7720 for details and prices.) [SHAMELESS PLUG!] L-M-[C.H.-ILL]-A-O! Now that's outta of the way. Still wanna work on my blog "20 F.A.Q's about Charles "[C.H.-ill]" Hopkins. Also thinking about creating a new blog for our music... maybe http://www.UnCoolMoveMent.blogspot.com/ maybe? Dik (Don't I Know) but we will see. Hope somebody aint reading this and then they steal that shit. WE WILL FIND YOU MUTHAF*CKA! lol nah we ain't no gangsters. Or on no bang bang shit. Just know that if you listen to our music do not expeect no stupid ass "5w@gg3r1f1c 50ulj@ b01" shit or no "Look at how much money we want you to think we're getting and how many girls we think you should think like us and fuck us and Look at the drugs you think I should be selling while im in my gucci/prada sneakers!"... NO. No offense but its not about what you think we should be. We're trying to make songs with concepts that we have EXPERIENCED and we are adding a dash of lyrical complexity. Not too much complexity that you need a webster's next to you to listen to us but metaphorically we are gonna try to be indifferently just like Charles Hamilton, Kid Cudi, and Asher Roth. That's who inspires us so that's the kinda sound your gonna get. Hope you like it. And we hope they like it (speaking about Hamilton, Cudi, and Roth..If they even listen.) WE already been writing and spitten "dry runs" at the crib. "What's a dry run, Chill?" lol well a dry run is basically spitting an entire song without recording it or laying down the beat at least. But we got all the instrumentals we're gonna use for the mixtape. The mixtape's name* is "UnCool Ent. presents Broke and Chill make a mixtape". Hosted and Engineered by DJ Big Chris. Yeah it seems like a burner. Dik. lol We'll see what YOU guys think when you hear it. we got some good guest MC's on there. I'm actually excited about it. Never been this excited about something my whole life. We'll when I got my 1st pro skateboard deck in 2001. just thought I would fill you in on that. Keep your ears watching out for it. I will post music on Imeem and studio seesions on Twitter. Gotta start a twitter 1st. lol but it will be up there for you.



Running outta of words....lol for real....



peace and much love to all y'all,

Chill


*Subject to Change

The Birth of the "UnCool Movement"

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This battle was the TRUTH! Charles and Serius BLACKED on this shit...Mad niggahs commented on this shit talkin how Charles is this or Serius is that, just for the record, this shit was for entertainment purposes. There wasn't supposed to be a winner or a loser. Shit was ill though.




I have determined that I am a Hip-hop class of '09 JUNKIE! Most of these new artists coming out are actually the truth. So what if its called "Hip-Hop 2.0" this is obviously what hip-hop needed. I've never been so excited to listen to hip-hop. I'm glad to be fan. It feels like 1996 when hip-hop was ill. I love it.







So, been cruising thru I-95 recently and been listening to some local artists from my area. And well, maybe its just me, but either these niggahs are really horrible or we're just that nice. And when I say "we're" I'm talking about my crew "The UnCool Movement". My best friend came up with the name in a blog he did on MySpace. So we just ran with it. We call it that because we are the exact opposite of the norm of people around here. Seems like everybody around here is a Lil Wayne/ SouljaBoy Fan. Now don't get me wrong I respect the grind but at the expense of Hip-hop is almost like selling your soul for a price. And I'm not about to sell out for capitalism. So we are the guys who were in the band and sat in the front of the class. Who read books and played video games on Saturday nights while you went out and tried to get pussy from all the cheerleaders. But we didn't try to be something we weren't. And we didn't try to fit in with everybody just so we wouldn't be judged. We also didn't join a clique or start some pointless gang because either we were scared to be our own person or afraid of something. We just decided to be ourselves. And being ourselves wasn't cool. So call us uncool.
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Death breeds new life..

So what's up guys? I'm at a hospital right now and could you belive they have a desktop set-up on the Labor and Delivery ward? Wow, who would of thunk it? Guess I was supposed to talk about this moment, huh? "What are you doing at the hospital, Chill?" Well, (lol), I'm here because my Brother and his girl are finally having their baby. I know I never talked about it in my other posts or in ANY of my posts but it's just one of those things that doesn't hit you until it actually happens. They have my homie aka my Sister set-up in the room right now getting her prepped for her Caesearen Section. But, for those of you out there who havent brushed up on your medical terms, I will say C-section for short. Yesterday, she had a routine doctor's appointment. You know last minute check-ups and tests before the baby is supposed to be born like two weeks later. (her offical unofficial due date was April 2). I guess they found a complication with her blood pressure being thru the roof, so they had no other choice but to induce labor. So here I am right now, sitting across from a play area for visitors who have young children blogging to you about the miracle that is happening in the other room.




I just had to tell somebody. And I have to admit, you guys are the best listeners/readers. So am I nervous? Not really. Concerned? Yes, of course. I don't want anything to go wrong while this procedure is in motion. I hope the baby is born with no complications. I hope my sister makes it thru with no problems. And I hope my brother can stay in there long enough to take in the whole thing. But, I think we have a unspoken bet goin around saying he won't last 3 minutes into the operation. lolololol....






Sitting here with my new Skull Candy's on my head. Bumpin' Dilla instrumentals(that's what inspired the title of this). That actually could be 2 bars in a later track of mine. Or Charles Hamilton's if he is reading this. Probably not he is a busy, busy man. Trying to overthrow the media conglomerate who has this submissing chokehold on hip-hop/rap/music in general. He is not alone in this revolution. Other "Warriors" include Asher Roth, Kid Cudi, Wale, B.o.B., Blu, The Cool Kids, Pacific Division and many others. I think with a sqaudron like that, constantly placing sublimnal sniper-esque shots at the conglomerate's weakpoints and, incting the masses to join and support this revolution, this oppresive, sadistic giant has no choice but to cripple and fall to its inevitable death. And music will once again belong to, and be inspired by, the listeners and true lovers of it. VIVA LA REVOLUCCION!!.............





.............Excuse me, just had to get that off my mind. lol anyways, back to the momentous day at hand. My niece (by the way it's a girl) will be here in moments. She might actually be here now because I have been sitting at this desktop blogging for like the past half-hour. Well at least it feels like it.... Maybe I should get up and go check on them. See what's going on. Yeah I'm going to do that.




This time, I didn't run outta words....l-m-[C.H.-ill]a-o!





Peace and much love to all y'all,


Chill

Marsha! Marsha!! Marsha!!!

BRYCE LARSEN FOR GOVERNOR!!


One of my good friends I met thru my brother has recently started a Blog. brycelarsen.blogspot.com/... he is in fact legen.....wait for it....dary.



"Everyone you encounter or date, is more likely than not to get married - whether to you or not. Due to this, she is someone's wife. You should watch how you treat someone's wife and have some respect for her. If not, then you are defrauding your brother by misrepresenting both yourself and your brothers."

As soon as I read that statement I was mentally blown AWAY.. never saw it in that way before.. opened my eyes..


So March pretty much SUCKS for me this year. I didnt even do anything to deserve it..
Well maybe not recently.. But I still feel like its an unjust punishment..


I GOT MY NEW HEADPHONES! 50mm Skull Candy Headphones from Best buy. The TRUTH! These things crank and are great for blocking outside noise. All black to with silver detail. I'm so happy. I felt naked without some headphones around my neck or on my ears. Needed my bullshit-blockers. If you didn't notice the picture at the top.


I'm super fucking hungry. Think I'm going to make some Ramen. I don't know. I'm just really hungry.


GOT A NEW PUPPY! 3 month old Male German Shepherd/Husky mix named Recks. Yes we spelled it like that. Two reasons 1) he gets into everything and just fucks it up and 2) becasue we're black and we can do that. l-m-[C.H.-ill]-a-o yeah he is fun and he is already getting big as hell. but he a bitch ass niggah. lol still love him tho..


"Inhale, Exhale, ugly face like Craig Mack".. just a teaser for my UPCOMING MIXTAPE: BROKE AND CHILL MAKE A MIXTAPE Vol. 1..


Well running outta words....Bout to workout then eat...



peace and much love to all y'all,

Chill

Don't Get Twisted...

What's up Blogspot?! Lol You know I never thought that MY blog page would cause controversy in my little world. But yet, once again I have manage to "rub somebody the wrong way" (no homo). Apparently, (L-M-[ch-ill]-A-O!) some people close to me got it mixed up that I was speaking about a certain Female, in previous blogs, that he honestly feels belongs to him because he found her, dated her, and fucked her fist before anybody. Hell, she even thinks that she is that big in my little Insane crazy world that even SHE thought I was talking about her. So I'm here to clear the air. 1) Me and You are just friends, miss. THAT'S IT! YES! I said If I met you sooner I would have probably tried to be with you. I MEANT THAT! As of Right now, Hell no. My little brother is head over heels for you and I'm not here to mess that up for him. Don't you think its a little conceited of you to think that just because I start blogging about a mystery lady, that it would be you. You know me miss, but you don't KNOW me miss. L-M-[ch-ill]-A-O! You still my weirdo but thats where its gonna stay.





2)I'M NOT HERE TO COMPETE WITH YOU! Your my little brother. I love you with all my heart (Straight Hetero) and I would never compete against somebody I want in my corner. I've seen adn experienced what happens to friendships when females get involved and personally because of that, I am removing myself from whatever competition you think your in with me. I don't wanna impose on you or think that you gotta beat me. Its not gunna change the way I feel about you in anyway. You always my little retarded ass brother who funny as shit and always gets himself in over his head.

Aside from that sweet little note, I'm the last person you really wanna compete with. Lol don't take this the wrong way or as disrespect, but I kinda helped make and MOLD you into who you are today. Hell, I gave you the clothes off my back to help impove your style. Niggah you kinda stole my swag. Lol but its ok because I told you early only you can do that. My niggah, I love you to death, But you don't wanna challenge the master. The scary thing about me to you is that you dont even KNOW what I'm capable of. I'm like an Urban legend. More like a volcano. I have the powers to FUCK SHIT UP you just never know when. Am I willing to risk that much to prove a point?........................


Nah. At the end of the day its just another bitch. And when I say bitch im not being mean or derogatory. Im simply putting it in "Chill's" terms. I am an ASSHOLE at the end of the day.. and damn proud of it. Besides, little brother, I ain't even BRUSH past you yet, little brother. I ain't even make EYE CONTACT with you yet. lol Just kidding.



SO THERE IT IS! For all who wonder or thought you now know..

And, blogspot, I do apologize for using your resources like this to make a point to some random people about a topic so frugal and minute. I am truly sor and I hope you forgive me for getting real "MySpace Celebrity" on your shit. Can you forgive me?



Well running outta words...


Peace and much love to all y'all,

Chill

Check the rhyme..

PLAYAAAA HATER!/OPEN THE DOOR/LAY ON THE FLOOR/YOU'VE BEEN ROBBED/WAKE UP!/GIVE UP YOUR JEWELS/YOU F*CKING FOOL/ YOU'VE BEEN ROBBED!



L-M-[ch-ill]-A-O! Those up there are biggie lyrics from disc two of the "Life After Death". Song is titled "Playa Hater". HILARIOUS! Soo it's a new day blogspot. I usually dnt blog during the week. Or when im not inspired. But I received good news today. GREAT NEWS! Been helping my younger brother with his DJ'ing. He seems determined to become one of the greatest DJ/Producers ever. I hope he does it. I hope he kills the game. I see his potential, but I just hope he can stay focused and motivated. He has N.D.D. lol "What's N.D.D. chill?" Well, since you asked, (lm[ch-ill]ao) N.D.D. is Nigger Deficit Disorder. Yes I said Nigger. Its common in most black people. Mainly, ignorant ass black people. People who expect success overnight and hope to skip through the hard work. Ain't no such thing as a hand-out in this world. So I hope he realizes its gonna take some serious time and a lotta dedication. Not saying he isan ignorant ass black person. Just saying he shares similar tendencies as ignorant ass myblack people. lol anyways, soo I still wanna do my blog "20 F.A.Q.'S about Charles '[ch-ill]' Hopkins". I'm still stuck on the last 10 questions. I don't want it to be one of those "fav color, fav food," type survey/blog things. Gotta come up with GOOD questions.


SHE STILL ON MY MIND, BLOGSPOT! But I bet you hear that, or read that lol all the time. But I gotta tell somebody and I know y'all will listen. I don't understand what it is about her. The more I think about it, I see she is just like any other girl I usually have. She is pretty like every other girl I've had. Funny like every other girl I've had. Smart like every other girl BUT I don't know its almost like she is a challenge. Everyday it gets worst. A smell. A touch. A taste. A Picture. A thought. She is always there. Who is this mystery chick? Only Me and God know. And I can trust her. lol I don't know. Who Knows? God Knows.



Check out the new Kanye West Video "Stay Up!(Viagra) Feat. The 88's" HILARIOUS!


Running outta words. See you when you see me.



Peace and much love to all y'all,


[Ch-ill]

Peep the style...

So this was a great weekend blogspot. I thought it would go a little worse than expected, but I was wrong. Well wrong and right. I guess its true what they say, "Love conquers ALL.". And a brother's love, blood or not, is better than anything this godforsaken world has to offer. lm[ch-ill]ao so I gotta a lot on my mind. I hope I can figure out whats going on in my head. I keep thinking about this person. This person is AWESOME in every sense of the word. Beautiful. Funny. Intriguing. UNATTAINABLE. How do you handle a situation which could very much ruin every single thing that is good in your FUCKED UP existence? How do you get this person out of your head? Your thoughts? Your soul? This isnt the first time this has happened to me. But im not the same person I was when it happened to me before. When my mind is telling me one thing and my heart is telling me another, It feels like somebody is screaming at me everyday. I think the combination of the mind and heart creates the soul. And the combination of those three (mind,heart,soul) creates the conscience. My conscience is far from being Jiminy Cricket or any other disney movie Bullshit. But my conscience knows what's real and what's fake. And how I feel about this person grows more and more everyday as they stay plastered in my mind.
lm[ch-ill]ao, if it wasn't complicated and borderline FUCKED UP, it wouldn't be me!




Peace and much love to all y'all,

Chill

Steady Mobbin'...

WELCOME! So today is a new day for me. I'm winning small victories in my little world. Hopefully, I will bounce back like planned. I recently made some money. Not "Arab" money but enough for me to chase my dreams. lm[chill]ao, Been listening to mad instrumentals from great producers. Dilla and 9th Wonder. It's hard being a very original and creative young black male, and not want to write rhymes. lol reason I say that is because it seems like everybody, who is black and under 25, is a rapper. And I strive so hard to be different, that I know there are other ways to express my creativity. But, I feel with beats as inspirational as J Dilla's "Donuts" or 9th Wonder's "The Formula", how else do I pay my homage and respect to these men who have helped me get through life? I know no other way. So with that being said I am considering, and I higly stress CONSIDERING, making a "dedi-tape-tion to hip-hop" by making my own mixtape using Dilla beats and other instrumentals I can find. lm[chill]ao sounds stereotypically corny but I can't help it if I love music. Well, I think now I'm just running outta words. I think I still am gonna do my blog "20 F.A.Q.'S about Charles "[Ch-ill]" Hopkins". Just gotta remember more questions I'm always asked. Or just need to be asked more questions.





Some more beats I love for your listening and inspirational pleasure.













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One more time for your mind... body... soul...

I BROKE MY F*CKIN HEADPHONES!

I don't have much of anything in this world that I honestly care about. Things that belong to me, at least. I am the definition of broke. So all the things that I held valuable to my heart when I had a little money, meant so much more when I lost all my money. I only really needed to things to maintain my sanity in this crazy world. My Headphones and My Skateboard. Now I only have my Skateboard. I wish I would have bought another pair to go with them. Or at least had some money to get some new headphones. But now, I can't even listen to my music. I ain't been this hurt since I thought "she" cheated on me with my best friends. "She" will remain nameless. I guess I can get some new ones. I hope. Idk. Check out this beat I found on YouTube. Its fire.
























Peace and much love to all y'all,

[Ch-ill]

And It Dont Stop...

"So I woke up this morning/and as I start yawning/ that (screwed up voice) milk-milk pouring into my bowl/ then I thought to myself/(screwed up voice) thought-thought to myself/ that I need to take a trip to the grocery store/ because the bread is low/ and the chicken I was eating with the mashed potatoes need a (screwed up voice) little bit of gold/ oops! Wrong song lryic man, a little bit of pepper stepped out the crib with the bear claw slippers/ Robe tied tight/ no chest hair right/ just chest/ because its like 3:50 and I'm just waking up/ and take 5 minutes just to get to the front/ now I'm standing in long lines/ lady with the baby probably buying some dog food/dog probably crazy on the daily basis/ my days be like this/ because I got to the register and then the store closed/"



Lmbao! I felt like hitting y'all with some Cool Kids Lyrics. What's up WORLD? Im in a good mood today. lol Been kicking it with my Brothers all day. We WILD! lol I think I'm gonna get drunk tonight. So I think for my next blog, I think I'm gonna post "20 Frequently Asked Questions [F.A.Q.'S] about Charles [Ch-ill] Hopkins". Just thought it might help clear the air on who I really am for people who don't understand.


I think my favorite mixtape of all time is DJ Skee Presents Charles Hamilton "And Then They Played Dilla" . I have been listening and YES! I admit writing rhymes to all the instrumentals on that mixtape. I find myself losing my sense of self and reality in the Dilla Beats complimented by Charles Hamilton's lrycial genius. I also realize that I am becoming a hamilton-ite.. lol whatever he calls his true fans. I even broke out my old big ass Koss headphones I bought 3 years ago. Well, their the only headphones I own. lol Anyways, I hope people dont think I'm "pole-jocking" lol(shout out to Aaron McGruder) Charles Hamilton. Y'all dont understand how long its been since I have been this excited about hip-hop and/or any new artist. I think he is the remedy hip-hop needed.

Well, got my vodka and my fruit punch. Bout to play some GH:WT. lmbao.


Peace and much love to all y'all,

[Chill]

Its snowing outside...

So, I'm a skater. Skateboarder to be exact. I been skateboarding since I was 9 years old. Where I lived, I was the only black skater in my town at the time. So I had nobody to look up to because my idols weren't ballplayers or rappers at that time in my life. And nobody could relate to me because niggahs in my town wasn't stepping foot on a skateboard. So I was an outcast. A social leper. I had to fight almost everyday for the respect I deserved. And I did. When I would come in, I turn on my Playstation, pop in Tony Hawk 2 to watch the little snippets of all the skaters featured in the game. This one was my favorite. And judging by what I just said, and of who I am, I think you can figure out why..

The Cypher pt 2.

So I just watched the video of me and my brothers freestyling. WOW lmmfao! WE SUCK! But at least the beat was hot and we had fun. I will say little brother did his thing on the editing. And I think now that J Dilla was AND is the illest producer/beatmaker/musical influence EVER! (R.I.P. the game will never be the same without you, Dilla) So without further ado, I present to all of you, THE CYPHER!

The Cypher

I had a great weekend. Me and my brothers(we deeper than best friends) got together and had some drinks and hit up a party. You know, usual young America shit.






So, my youngest brother just recently got a new digital video camera. Knowing we were gonna do some stupid funny shit on my younger brother's college campus, especially when we're all together, he figured he might as well capture it on camera so we might be able to reminisce later. So when we all finally get together, we still couldn't figure out what would be funny enough. Or fun enough. Being the spontaneous person I am, I recommended we freestyle just for fun. Pretty much a CYPHER. Plus, I had been on Youtube all day watching freestyles that artists had posted (Shouts to Asher Roth,Kid Cudi,Charles Hamilton,and Pac Div.) . So we put on the beats and just...Got in. For those wondering what beats we used, it was beats from the DJ Skee and Charles Hamilton Mixtape "And then they played Dilla". My favorite beat being the one that Charles spit "ConvincedIndecision" to. Which, by the way, I been listening to all weekend on repeat. Just the Instrumental.







While we were freestyling, I realized that 1) Jay Dilla may have been one of the BEST beatmakers ever. (R.I.P.) 2) I think all black people got a little rapper in them. One of my brothers, Devar, who I have never heard spit EVER just gets on the beat and rips everybody. Now, Im not saying Im the next Wale or Jay-Z, nor am I the best in my crew, but I never thought my mans would rip it like that. Giving you a little insight, my brother is wild as hell. When he is around us. But if your meeting him for the first time, he is real reserved and sort of comes off as shy. I guess its true what they say, if you keep good people around you that push you, it forces you to be better than yourself. I will say we had a lot of fun. I feel like I need to work on my vocab and rhyming schemes and topics. And just keeping the flow (lol). All in all, I want to thank J Dilla for making such GREAT music. It helped me fall back in love with the CYPHER.



Peace and much love to all y'all,


Chill

I f*cking hate rap..

Ok. Im going to be honest, I started this blog and I was pretty much going bash lil wayne and blame him for single-handedly ruining rap and trying to kill hip-hop, but I was cruising thru I-95 (my slang for the internet. Go ahead and bite.) and while my feelings havent changed and I do still point the finger at that niggah. I dont wanna talk about rap anymore and how bad it has become.. because I just heard a freestyle from a new hip-hop artist who, personally, I feel he is hip-hop's savior. His name is Charles Hamilton. And I dont just like the niggah because we share the same 1st name (I will say people named Charles always seem to be original.). Its because he speaks from his heart. I almost lost complete hope and was two seconds from just listening to all old shit from the 90's and Jay-Z (that man RUNS hip-hop). But because of niggahs like him and other artists such as Asher Roth, Cool Kids, Wale, and Pacific Division I think hip-hop is gonna be ok. I think these artists deserve more exposure to mainstream and more airplay. So I want to use this blog to say thank you to Charles Hamilton, The Cool Kids, Asher Roth, Wale, and Pac Div for bringing back not only the lyrical prowess and complexity that hip-hop was missing, but the comedy and fun that it needed. Because I personally feel that niggahs that was coming into the game were too damn angry and violent. Too busy spitting about how much more money they had then me. How much better their crack was and how they could take my bitch and make her fuck another bitch. Im sorry but I dont like niggahs talking DOWN at me, I like niggahs talking TO me. I like niggahs I can relate to in some instances. And in these artist that I've named, I get everything from things like "Grown Kid Syndrome" to college parties, to suicide letters. I have dealt with all of these things in my life and I'm glad that some people who, no matter how famous they get or how much money they accumulate, can still relate to niggahs like me on a personal level and I'm just another face in the crowd. So with that being said, YES I hate lil wayne and MOST RAPPERS. And YES I fucking hate rap...


But I'm in love with HIP-HOP..



Peace and much love to all y'all,



Chill

MySpace Celebrities (Yet Another Re-Post)

ATTENTION: This is my 1st official blog I ever did. It was written last summer soo as you read this and the other re-post (S.B.N.D.) you can see the maturation in my words and topics. I really didn't like this blog because it felt too faddish and that's definitely not my style. I don't fuck with today's trends at all. But, It holds a sentimental place in my heart. So it rightfully belongs on here with the blogs here now and future blogs. So for your reading pleasure yet again, blogspot, I bring you "MySpace Celebrities" (Shouts to Charles Hamilton for bringing hip-hop back.)





Now dis has been on my mind for a MINUTE! Im not too fond of MySpace but I must say its addictive.. and in my travels,views,and visits of many many pages, blogs, and photos I have compiled for ur reading pleasure this blog Which I must title:

MYSPACE CELEBRITIES..

U go to her page and its like bein trapped at a techno concert high off acid..
flashing baby blue and pink lites and a pic of her in her bathroom makin dat annoying ass kissy mouth...


She swear she a MYSPACE CELEBRITY...



U scroll down a lil bit and look at her headline...



"H@t3r5 a1nt ph@51ng m3! umm@ d0 m3!" or "1f h3 y@ m@n why h3 c@11in m3 h15 b00?!" or tha infamous "h3 m3@n5 th@ w0r1d 2 m3.. I l0v3 h1m!"


Whoever's tha parents of tha 12 year old dyslexic pre-teen girl who invented "typ1ng/t3xt1ng L1k3 d15" should be punched in tha face several times for calling their child creative... and then wondering why she keep gettin F's on her english homework..


SHE'S A MYSPACE CELEBRITY!


Soo after deciphering tha cryptic combination of letters and numbers.. u still decide 2 scroll down jus a lil bit more and arrive at her "About Me" paragraph..


"Wussup dis is ya gurl Shalaquaysha... 1st thing u need 2 kno about me is dat im real.. I DONT GO 4 NO BULLSHIT! I love my bitchesssss Navaho, Lashamequa, Rashafreeka, and of course my gurl Cindy... "



STOP!!


Now as a self-respecting boy/teenager/young man/man/MALE, u shouldnt b reading this retarded bitches page.. You tell me one niggah that when he thinks about his future wife.. her name starts wit a "La" and ends wit a "Qua"..
Also, why is there is always tha one random white bitch in tha mix? Dave Chapelle said it best "u need a white person in ya crew nowadays.. shit sumbody gotta talk 2 tha cops"..


Continuing...


"I like 2 hang out wit my girls, party, dance, shopping is my addiction... My Boo Dayquan has my heart...



STOP!!



Let's examine this part of her "About Me" Paragraph...
Now every singe broad on myspace LOVES to SHOP... yet u never see any of these hoes wit jobs.. and not mention 9 times outta 10 tha niggah "Dayquan" is prolly on another bitch page...



Moving on...



"Haters need 2 fall back off me.. its like y'all have nuthin better 2 do than hate me. My name like honey got all dem haters buzzing...



STOP!!



Now while viewing this broad's page, you've probably come 2 conclusion just like a few of tha rest of us.. Why do all these bitches have this crazy notion that a bunch of hood rat chickenhead bitches jus like them are "hating on them"?
This bitch barely know anybody as it is.. how is it she think she got mad hoes hating on her?



So now that u have finished reading this bitches "about me", all of us sensible people are probably laughin our asses off realizing that this broad obviously has a boring social life.. She more than likely is a nobody.. and whoever is hating her.. shouldnt be allowed 2 walked tha streets...




So u continue 2 scroll down some more, u look at tha leftside of tha screen..
She has a million pics up of a bunch a bitches that she is prolly not even cool wit anymore...
Coincidentally, they all happen 2 be bathroom pics of them holding their cellphones high above their heads like tha statue of liberty and making tha annoying ass kissy face...
U click on the home link becuz u jus can't bare to see wut awaits u in her pics... or wut retarded shit she mite b talkin bout in her blogs..




This blog was created under the pretenses that maybe niggahs will wise up and stop accepting these retarded bitches as friends becuz she wuz bad as shit..
or becuz she had tha classic ass shot... which automatically makes u wunna see tha rest of her pics..




Please my fellow brethern.. have some common sense.. U SHOULD NEVER MESS WIT A GIRL U MET ON MYSPACE!!




Please feel free to post comments about what u think of this blog.. I plan in tha future 2 create a Pt. 2 of this blog.. Soo any Fresh Ideas.. Feel free..





Signing out,


C.Hopkins aka "Chill"



THA REVOLUTION IS HERE!

S.B.N.D. (Re-Post from My MySpace Page)

ATTENTION!: Now I posted this blog last year in november... It was written on MySpace so, naturally, it was addressed towards MySpace. I got a ton of accolades and even more hate from people all over MySpace and we even re-posted it on Facebook. Same outcome lol. So here it is for all of blogspot to see, SB.N.D.






MYSPACE! I'm back! I KNOW! I KNOW! It's been forever I'm sorry! I had to make some moves real quick.. But u know I couldnt leave u alone.. While I was gone I discovered a new illness that is sweeping my beloved inner city areas and urban neighborhoods and environments... With the help of my best friend and business/research partner Baron "Cool" Drinks, we have identified the origins, causes, symptoms, and treatments for this mentally fatal disorder named " S.B.N.D"






What is " S.B.N.D."?



S.B.N.D. is mental disorder which targets our females in our inner cities, college campuses, and urban environments all across America. By now, you have been trying to figure out what the acronym "S.B.N.D." stands for. Its quite simple, "S.B.N.D." stands for "Severe Bitch Niggah Dependency". Scary huh? Its a new hybrid disorder that has been rapidly sweeping the nation targeting our good wholesome females between the ages of 18-30. Many of our comrades and influential figures in Young America have also identified this new condition that has been hindering real niggahs from achieving that ultimate feeling: REAL Love. In my intense research with my partner and best friend, we have identified the origins, causes, symptoms, and treatments for this horrifying disease infecting our good women today. YES LADIES! There is treatments and even a CURE for this. I know u may not feel like reading this ladies and gentlemen, but for the SAKE of HUMANITY and for the future of YOUNG AMERICA you must inform yourselves before you become another statistic.





Origin/Causes/Symptoms:



S.B.N.D. has always been apparent in Urban America. Now it has been proven and confirmed that every man is born a REAL NIGGAH. But its the deifining moment in a man's life when he tested in every facet wich determines whether he is a REAL niggah or a BITCH niggah. Example: As a man, you realize your not into the same things the next man is. You listen to different music, you dress a certain way, and you like different things. Maybe some bitch niggah approaches you and questions your methods and style. Making fun of you for being different and staying true 2 what YOU like. Its when a man decides to let the influences of another man decide who he should b and what he should like, is when he loses all grasp of realness he had and becomes what we have called a BITCH NIGGAH. (Tha "Leader or Follower" method -Cool). When a man loses his realness, he isnt necessarily forgetting where he came from, he is simply lost. It is when he is lost, that he also loses respect for women, other people, O.G.'s, even himself. This is where S.B.N.D. was born. You see, nowadays, more and more bitch niggahs are being made. With tha recession hitting hard in America, Real niggahs decided that instead of sitting and waiting for someone to hand them something, we shall get it ourselves. Since real niggahs are too busy making moves, good women have very little to choose from. Soo she is stuck with choosing between one bitch niggah or another bitch niggah. Now she is hoping that maybe she can upgrade this bitch niggah. Possibly repair his style, fix his swag, and mold his mind back into the mode of thinking for himself. But we ALL know the bitch niggah is hard-headed. Its hard to tell a bitch niggah about himself. Kinda like its hard to tell a crackhead he has a problem. So she becomes fed up with his constant lying, his acting different, his disrespect or at least lack of respect to her feelings and emotions, and all other bullshit and tries to free herself. But who can she honestly choose from? So as a self-defense move, she sticks it out with him because she is afraid of what else is out there. At one point, she thought she made one of the best choices ever in her life by meeting this niggah. Now that his true colors have shown, she is afraid of what might be left. At this moment she is overwhelmed and hopeless. And this is when she has developed S.B.N.D.




Now as you are reading this, you might start thinking "Wow. Im in that situation right now." Or even "I have a friend who needs to read this. She is dealing with this problem."Fret not, my people, for My partner and I have identified the treatment and cure for this overgrowing problem.



PAY ATTENTION PEOPLE!



TREATMENT/CURE




Now that we have identified the Origin/Causes/Symptoms of S.B.N.D., I know, MySpace that you ready for the treatment and cure. Its quite simple and effective, but if you DO NOT pay attention, it will not work and your problem will only intensify.




Step 1: THERE ARE GOOD NIGGAHS LEFT IN THIS WORLD! Ladies, you have to get rid of this notion that if a niggah aint PERFECT, he aint SHIT! As part of the treatment process, ladies you should never feel like you have to settle for anything. Nobody, including real niggahs, likes someone who doesnt have drive. So the 1st step is: Lose this fear of putting yourself out there. So if your one of them bitches who thinks you should "Wait until love finds you", TAKE THAT SHIT UP THE BLOCK! Aint no niggah, especially a real niggah, got time to come knocking on your door to tell you he loves you. If it does happen, PLEASE feel free to message me with your story. I understand its hard to meet new people. You dont know what to expect when talking to people nowadays because EVERYBODY is crazy, but its hit or miss. And when you miss, you know you missed, but when you hit, you KNOW you hit.




Step 2: Find your Independence. Stop relying on that BITCH niggah to make you feel better about yourself. Like the great Katt Williams said, and I quote, "BITCH IT IS CALLED SELF-ESTEEM. IT IS ESTEEM OF YO MUTHAFUCKIN SELF! How tha hell am I gonna FUCK up how you feel about YOU, simple BITCH?!" Doing what you know makes you happy and feel good should be enough at the end of the day. You should never forget that NO ONE loves YOU better than YOU. And speaking for all real niggahs, a man loves a truly confident woman in tune with herself. ( Remember this: "I dont want a girl who NEEDS a man, I want a girl who WANTS one - Chill ).




Step 3: HOLD SHIT DOWN! with or without a man. We can't stress enough how much being independent is ultimate turn-on for ANY and EVERY REAL niggah. Now jus because you found your independence doesnt mean you know how to MAINTAIN it. "Everybody gets tested in life, male or female, its how you handle the situation which determines whether your a leader or a follower. And even JESUS was a leader. Which one are YOU?" -Chill




Now if you have been paying attention you would realize the treatment is the cure. And it doesnt just apply to females. Bitch niggahs are called BITCH niggahs for a reason. PUT your PRIDE aside and get yo muthafuckin shit together. In a room of 20 niggahs, 3 are real, and 17 got some bitch in them. It only takes 5 minutes of conversating with a real niggah to know your in tha presence of a real niggah. And as a proclaimed real niggah myself, I don't want bitch niggahs to die. O NO SIR! Im personally tired of meeting a good female and everytime we conversate about love she is pessimistic because "the last niggah hurt me really bad". BITCH NIGGAH realize that when you dealing with a good woman, you can't be doing typical bitch niggah shit. She ain't got time for that shit. Don't be too prideful and find you a REAL niggah to tutor and mold you into the real niggah you once were as a child. It helps in the long run. Trust me I've done the research. Besides, Im tired of bitch niggahs getting into a serious relationship half-assing it, then when a real niggah like me gets next to your woman, I sense bitch niggah on her and now it is my patriotic duty to remedy the situation. And now she want to be my wifey, knowing I have a wifey. GET IT TOGETHER BITCH NIGGAH! I can't keeping fixing some shit you KNEW you had no reason starting from the jump.



I know from reading my previous blog "MySpace Celebrities" that you expected this to be more satirical or comical blog, but I really wanted to get this off my chest. I feel this is NO LAUGHING MATTER. I hate having to cut a female off or stop talking to a bitch because she aint got it all together yet.






I think its time for all of us in Young America to take personal action and fix this ourselves. No one can fix this problem but ourselves so its time to STEP UP my people!






STOP THE SPREAD OF S.B.N.D.! Do your research or at least just re-evaluate yourself personally just to make sure your not next one in line.




Until we meet again MySpace,


Charles W. Hopkins aka "Chill"

ITS STILL THE REVOLUTION!

Welcome To My Universe

Hello. My name is Charles Hopkins. 20 Years old and located in Dover,DE (Yes Delaware...sux)

My main interests are: Good music, Working out, Football, Skateboarding, James Patterson and Tom Clancy Novels and Books, Anything from Aaron McGruder, Stand-Up Comedy, and thinking for myself.

I was just checking out one of my current favorite artist's blog's (Charles Hamilton) so I decided to start up my own.. Plus i have a few blogs that I have done on MySpace that I would like to show to a broader audience for a more diverse feedback.

I dont really know what else to add, but if anybody in the blogging nation wants to know more about me then please feel free to hit me up at my email charleshopkins6888@hotmail.com


Peace and much love to y'all,

C.Hopkins

P.S. I prefer Chill though