I've been developing characters, based on my skillset. Dr. Anakin is the engineer, Charles Hamilton the Skywalker is the producer, Darth the Hamilton is the media person, Young Yoda is the publicist, DOOM Williams! is the artist. C Diddy is the boss. I can't afford for my love to and for J Dilla to lead to my detriment anymore. I'm not cock-jumping, but I manage myself well under the paranormal tutelage of 9th Wonder/Columbine Gang.
Rest in peace to MF DOOM, though I feel he's still alive.
As C Diddy, I maintain a charm about working harder than moles. I've been defending myself from the onslaught of JAY-Z, while sustaining a deeply personal bond with FDA. I even invented the hashtag #CHKubrick, to magnify the level I am working on.
Still, perhaps deeper than Dillalove is my love for one Ogilvie Maurice Hedgehog, aka Sonic. Believing I'm Sonic has me fighting the good fight. Still, those in need of intervention push me away rather harshly. So I've been very mean in my music. To everyone. And been scrappin' in the streets because of it.
It brings me no joy to berate anyone. So if you love me, the villainy comes in when you feel attacked by my lyrics. Because I'm hurting myself to do it.
It's been like this since my first release from jail.
Damn near starting with Simone Marshall.
Dr. Sonic is the hybrid of Dr. Robotnik and Sonic the Hedgehog. Genius artwork at a rate/pace faster than a cocaine-binged-heartbeat.
Will Dr. Sonic sign to Problem Child Industries? Or Is Jr.CORP next to have a meeting with SEGA?
#CHKubrick
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