P03MZ : Hope 4 Luv ?

06042012

A faint whisper is all it takes, the faintest ray of brilliant light at daybreak, to set our hearts on fire, and give us hope, that there's luv in the world.

Desires so deep and passionate, emotions unquenchable by wines of heaven, or gins of men, complexities unknown to not every soul, fears embedded in our minds that we die to breach, yet we sleep on the switch, and our fingertips all but slip, failing to reach! There is no hope, for luv in the world.

They say luv your brother, what of sister? father and mother? what of the man lying in the street, what of your fellow humans, living under the heat? maisha under the sun, tough love 101.

Born relevant, worthy to the cause, living in hopes that I mend all my flaws. By the day i die, with my eyes to the sky, may it be known - I never want to rise from this rest. 'Twas a life well lived, Genuine gave my best.

Live luv life, with each breath, inhale the elegant cigar that is blissful meaning, exhale unto the world stinging whiskey of hope, for if you set it free, like the majestic dove, perhaps one day you'll read this and know, alas, there is hope for luv.

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : MANEN0

1st May 2020

mama na baba hakuwaona maishani, usiku flani, maneno yao yakamtoa ndotoni :

" Jichunge huko nje dunia duara, chapa kazi lakini mwendo kaza. Bora, tambua paka hula tu panya jinga, nao marafiki pia huhama, na kushika nyingi silaha, kuiba zako kazi, hadi raha. Watakucha wakikutupia mabaya, hata mandugu, hugeuka wanyama, kweli oye kijana itabidi umejipanga.

the world was soul'd away, man eat man became every day's nature, and apparently okay, to do whatever you please, to stay alive, by any motherfucking means, even if it means, evil like witchcraft, and sorcery.

Jijue kijanaaaa - ungali mchanga, jilinde maishani.

the devil is out to corrupt everything he can, and he's been planning, for many a millennium. "

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : Behind

Making a memory, feature as a cover and centerpiece, in local and international magazines, from the shop at the corner, to every foreign border, I'll do it all on a bike, Kenyan boy life ! struggle to push the limit, cause from the hustle we girrit, from ordinary people - now we're moving on, to super stars that shine strong until the dawn, to making legacies that will forever carry on. Give you a reason to remember the name, that will never decay, stead ever remain, in the golden age - of freshness, Afrika's next hit, is the mic testing, of a real fresh prince, who believes that - Mama always told me i could do big things, mama always told me to fulfil my dreams, so every single time that you hear me rhyme? I move to leave a legacy behind.

~Neil Njitu~

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Spoken Word : i find freedom

In art i find freedom, fused in freely abusing amusement i depend on, and like a weed bong, it induces a looseness that i feed on, belly juice is produced and i eat, these barely used tunes i sit back and write to, in a right mood, pen paper and light too, forget illumination I'm talking about a lite booze, that lights the light to ignite the fire, the blunt burns, i rise higher, in turn revive desire not to be a liar, in short, let me be blunt, music is all the freedom i want, it's like a spirit from above, but not an angel, not a demon, not a beast, or a dove. It's something you can't see and can't touch, you only hear it and never believe its appearance, in many walks of life it foots its print image, never walking away I choose to sprint with it, check-check-check it, stop guessing, i could make a record a classic and call it mic testing! This music you either use it like a muse - get to expressing, or you respect it, every fvcken second!

With freedom i found music, the reason why sound does this isn't the nice, amusement of crowds that surround speakers refined, the truth is, behind this mind? I'm thinking a mute kid from around, can read the lyric, that he could never listen, and his mouth will get to singing of how it freed him. The sole purpose, true artists believe in, inspiring dead hearts to relapse to life, this music is sense deafening, get that right.

Is it convincing you need?

with free spirit, flows come easy like reciting ABC's, ancient catholics practising the apostles creed, but oh oh oh, those pastors couldn't breathe, Church Basillica? housed a basilisk! Their holy book, was one nasty leak of venom, but none of that can compare to my word selection.

Since birth, the only true wish i wished, was that a different kind of proof of my existence, forms the top fifth of a tier ten list.

I'll be the gas cooker you have to look at, when beef starts, i combust and cook it up.

I'll groove through each tune, on any day, spread my voice everywhere, and on replay. Let people hate whoever plays me again.

~Neil Njitu~

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Spoken Word : Cult'cha

Cultural binders, cultural blinders, culture is said to bind us, remind us what the times are, inside things become large as opinions become part, of the bound collection of hearts for the most part. Hold up. Cultural binders, cultural blinders, culture seeks to define from the past.

should i rewind this?

Cultural binders, cultural blinders, cultured to cut at whoever questions the times, that's the shocked reaction of mindless people, using their mind less inviting stress, or they're already stressed, and just mind less, cause who really gives a fuck anyway? long as they can live out their days and fuck any way, any day, any place, culture has me seeking spots to smash hunz, "You shouldn't bring a girl around the house," so culture says.

The old just want to scold cause it was done to them, thinking they're some fucking sacred scriptural fulfilment, that's true insanity, I pray we youth destroy that.

Don't you see they want us cold & bored like them?

We youth gather around fires and pass the stories to the left.

Apparently once upon a time, going at sex raw wasn't a crime to your lifetime, it wasn't a life sentence of seeking penance, the truth was in full view, unregretted Eve, and Adam transgression, transporting a message, threat of disease was in the fold, the night might soon just turn your body cold - Don't catch the flu, catch a heat fever with your boo.

Day by day as I grow into an adult, I add all perspectives and thoughts that idle, in a brain taught to make culture an idol, roll out the red carpet when culture makes an arrival, with its mistresses Fitness and Survival.

I've been gyming but i still feel weak in this, labelled a youth with misplaced priorities, it's a phase he must face, like a disease. Is it a sick chicken, or an egg with measles? does Chicken Little have to eat a little meal, just to keep it real and go squeeze out a missile? like a pregnant Ms, all in the hospital, about to be a parent to a boy or a girl, go ahead, ensure the world twirl, if you let it spin, boy might become girl. The whole world now knows you're a parent, it's apparent, your kid's your legacy, it's demanded.

In short, the plan is a culture has to be established, across the planet, enforced, by reprimanding. Make them feel taken for granted, brew misunderstandings, then we go and brew the booze so we're never standing. Abnormal drug use - fully established.

See, i'm not hating on a culture that society's balancing, culture may bind, but might culturally blind.

It can be a life force, or an evil leech.

Cultural binders, cultural blinders.

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : Casanova

Hey Casanova, can i be your son for a moment? cause I know this girl called Cassa, damn she's hotter than a supernova, I'm just trying to get her to come over, make her roll up to my casa like a range rover, all slick and thicc, curving hips and a rack so big, yo she has hers plus the neighbours titties, oh shit, my boys don't believe it, now i have to pull up a picture, they have to see this. "Oh shit!", now they really don't believe it, they're eyeing me like I'm on some pimp simping, One of them shouts out yo I heard she gets, plenty of dicks and hoes every other weekend, you better wear two bro you might catch something. Wait a minute. He might be right, mini-me whispers "You're losing your sight". I'm feeling the plight, imagining her and i, all day all night, Damn this chic fly! She's just my type, face with a nasty smile that makes me feel like, underneath some covers? We'll feel so right. Maybe my pals are just trying to throw distractions, we say we're boys, but they're lining up actions, wanting her insta-handle to take up time fractions, does this nigga think I'll slack when it comes to this? Naah, that could never happen, your boy's a G, I be forever macking, so this is what will happen, point him in the direction of another clapping girl, I know his taste, there's no way he'll resist her, no trouble at all - he's been about the bass. Casanova, let your spirit take shape, I've got to line this up in the next few days, give me a couple ways, some funny stuf I could say, to have her looking my way, kissing more than my face, oh yeah all day! Oh snap, there's one thing i forgot, just to hit high notes? We'll need a spot. My place or hers? neither is secure. Googling public parks, we can find a private corner, for just the 2 of us, we can get down, she can ride like a tour bus! I can go ahead, and tour her bust, rock each other over, until we both bust.

Hey Casanova, maybe you'll be impressed, brand a huge tattoo right on my chest, : "What should it say?" : ..Finesse !

~Neil Njitu~

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Spoken Word : Hypoldcritez

This isn't me matching a knife to a fight with your gun, bring it! I'll bring a bazooka and a grenade in the other palm. Better run, the grenade's launched, I'm picking up bazooka, aiming not to maim but to make you a rumour! Oh! No. Why would he say that? So Cold, is the address i stay at, Next to whole old generations gone loony, they try to dissect, in Nation and other papers, grown journalists, taking pictures to address, the latest events, daylights exposed, "These kids aren't only jobless, they're freaking broke! and pretty stoked, that teen age will bring change, their real nature - impatient to get naked", that's a real joke, would you rather we do dumb shit when we're old?!?

Hold up the reality of the situation, in their generations, AIDS got its first patient, Now go and point and shout at mother nature. Why and how did she make a killer so efficient though? you faking fucking hypocrite don't know!

Try say you never experimented? neither did I. I just mirrored your image. Wait a minute, take a close look. I'm not lost, I am, you!

Why are you a hypoldcrite, and vampire too?

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : again

You think she wants confidence, she really wants accomplishments, you worried about the compliments, to her you're like an office gig, on a bit, off again, 9 to 5 rocking in, on again, off again, she's really on her hustle man, on again, for the gain, her game's hustling you, off again, from her brain, once she get the dollar in, on again, poor man, pussy got your pockets thin, off again, on again, that's how your money coming in, on again, off again, everything she's questioning!

And well friend.. the only question is, will you ride hustling biz, or die hustled by chicz ?

~Neil Njitu~

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Unreleas3D : Underground Things

{Verse 1} : Underground kichini chini, hivi hivi, inanibidi niishi na hii muziki ili, toka akili riziki, nayo moyo asili, ya mistari mizani ninazoziroga hivi, kweli yaani msanii ajengwa vivi hivi, ama vipi? samaki chini ya maji, mahewa n'tawapea hata nje ya bahari, maisha ya maandishi, mabwana na mabibi, cheki - samaki mkunje yungali mbichi, underground sasa hivi, kesho kwenye TV, see and believe the moves in light speed, unknown to mainstream, the underground dream, seemingly unfulfilled to the populus, cause every cat want to be the most popular, with every rap track like this and like that, all the hacks with the hat snapped back I decapitate, just to hook new fans, so where's my ax at? Some lean while some others clap back, effects of a machine you can't hack back, first recordings in south c, flashbacks, dubbing ourselves as phenomenal MC's. First track basic FL mastering, record in tiny spaces, living out the dream, it seemed the route was all planned out indeed, making cover art with phone photo editing, settled in after a whole afternoon, asking each other what next to do soon. Bora tuko na boma, tafta nyama choma, nazo game zote kwa TV tutaona.

{Verse 2} : Recording here today, another place tomorrow, pen my words down, no contract to follow. Paying off producers with borrowed money, dropping tracks on social media get the follow going. Everybody says, the ratings are important, so every move you're hoping, the comments keep coming, Fans come in abundance, suddenly you wonder, why and where's the real talent slipping under ? playing underground yet talking about the come up, selling your soul, yet in the dirt's where you end up.

What happened to the spark of the spectacular flow? visions of never stopping never putting on hold? focusing on delivery then comes menopause, your quality over beats is almost gone. And so it goes, gold buried in the dirt, underground kings & queens, robbed of their worth. It's more than just punchlines with every few rhymes, getting tongue tied and untying the tie like Kantai can tie and untie a tie, Then so can I, untie and tie it to a suit!

Wrestling progression and elegance,

underground, is it self, or world relevance?

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P03MZ : Lost Wayz

Lost schemes in abundance, lost dreams in the pillow washed out when the sun ups, lost dreams turned memories when I woke up, lost dreams thought to be streams of consciousness.

what presses heavy on a chest? what does a heart confess when it's laid down to rest? when i kick off the stress, when i kick off to bed, turn down the messes dining in my head.

confessions about lost ways, better days, a long forgotten place, in a better mind space, a better time frame, fill them up with playstation all day, or more childish, rocks, sticks and clay.

no matter the reality, there was truth to the fun of my humanity, clarity and honesty without the brutality. Honestly used to simplicity understandably, when it wasn't girl or car behind the salary. and that's only if you get paid, making an acceptable wage for the hours you stay enslaved in the rat race, draining your soul wondering if you've done enough, you turn into a blind self-absorbed tyrant, stupidly try to steal more time from the youngish, they themselves are stuck in a game flexing - the goal's to own everything and even more too.

to tell the truth, everyone's trying to get ahead of two.

in this moment you might have thought about, maybe one or two things, you can't scout in the plot, of company you want when baby and ma show up.

no role models, everybody sunk their soul, and on and on and on, our demons we choose to follow.

~Neil Njitu~

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