In this week's version of BAD IDEAS IN HIP-HOP (our newest Tuesday segment), we explore the stupidity that is Charles Hamilton. In case you were sleeping all day yesterday, or don't have a Twitter account, Interscope signee Charles Hamilton just released details on his debut, This Perfect Life on his blog, and for some retarded reason, he gave an executive producer credit to late great Detroit producer, James Yancey a.k.a. J Dilla.
Oh word? Dilla worked with Charles Hamilton? Hellllll Nooooooo. Charles, who has never met, seen, spoken to, or even been in the same room as Dilla, explained the reason he did this on his blog:
I also wanna thank James Yancey for his guidance in putting this album together. Sound wise, I couldn't be happier. Again, the album was mastered reel-to-reel/digital-to-digital, and I couldn't have done the entire process without him being a total jerk about me getting that EXTRA vinyl-ish sound. Thanks Dilla.
Nah seriously. He helped master the album.
Wow. So, obviously word spreads fast on these here internets, and some well-known Detroit cats didn't take too kindly to this bold ass statement. In fact, it pretty much started a Twitter shit storm. A Shwitter Storm if you will. Some people very close to Dilla (a.k.a. his real life friends who actually knew him) said that (a) Dilla didn't know who the fuck Charles Hamilton was, and (b) he would never put his name on such garbage music. So people started to see this as a (very) cheap marketing ploy to gain more attention for his album and to ultimately sell more records. I mean, who wouldn't check out something that was apparently co-signed by one of the greatest producers of all time?
So Chuckie tried to flip the script and claim that he was going to donate proceeds from the album to the "J Dilla Music Foundation" which, well....doesn't fucking exist. He also claimed that he was close with the Yancey family and had some sort of deal with Dilla's mother, Maureen Yancey a.k.a. Ma Dukes. Well, that was another total fucking lie. DJ Houseshoes, who was Dilla's personal DJ, friend, and ambassador to Detroit, called Ma Dukes personally to clear the air, and yep...you guess it...she said had never heard of any Charles Hamilton. Now the entire Detroit hip-hop scene is on a mission to personally tear down Charles Hamilton's reputation and what's left of his career.
And it's working. Charles has become the laughing stock of the hip-hop culture and real hip-hop heads everywhere. He's a big fucking joke who wears only pink and loves Sonic The Hedgehog. He has a big ego and a bigger mouth, and it's started to catch up to him. Even his girl wanted to kick his ass. He doesn't get it. Anyone who has any sense would never tie a legend's name to their project without proper consent. Especially when that legend has been laid to rest. What you did was disrespectful, contrived, and out of line. You got called out, and then tried to lie about it to make yourself look better, and then you got caught again. Now need to take your ass beating like a man. Charles Hamilton, you are an idiot, a moron, an idiotic moron, and a dumbfuck. And you had another bad idea in Hip-hop.
Until next Tuesday, ya'll...oh, and please don't buy this goomba's album.
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