04082016 - 05082016
throwing a rock across the deep calm waters,
and watching ripples stretch out beyond the splash borders,
you're here to witness destruction of normal wave order,
experience creations controversial like Dei Opus.
I'm about kicking up dust in all i'm involved in,
brewing up storms, tornadoes and whirlwinds,
throw them in one arena, I'm sporting with conflict,
watch them go toe to toe as I'm sipping a cocktail,
it's no elixir,
it's just a perfect mixture,
of sex, love, money, trust, friends and my birth religion,
the perfect subliminal description,
of a life well lived provided you add ambition..?
At last that's the message i got from the television,
programmes rewiring my thoughts and positions, feeding me dreams - I need to be asleep to believe them,
now my eyes hurt cause I've never truly used them.
Like Neo though,
I'm travelling down the rabbit hole,
mount an expedition on this inverted mountain of war,
battling every inch of earth that comes and goes,
have to go through that struggle,
to grow.
Then again fuck it maybe i'm kidding,
maybe i just want to experience a feeling,
something different to prove this life is for the living,
or wake up from an experiment,
Creator was only kidding.
Ha, now wouldn't that be a laugh,
everything around me was a simulation path,
perspectives that make insanity seem clever,
haven't taken anything,
still got my shit together.
Outside my borders somebody has heads turning,
either a dude getting them cheekz and/or money,
or a chic multitasking them boyz and her money,
looking at me claiming you happy so what you want from me?
Rhetorical. You don't have to answer that,
pour it to yourself like me writing this rap,
discovering i'm about going all out on a demo,
never settle - four winds carry me across the world and back.
~Neil Njitu~
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Unreleas3D : ambition
Re-positioning my ambition, add that chemical x to the mix - intuition, tune into the mix, I'm too in tune with hits, instrumentals I remix, throw my hooks on these hits, fighting a mighty fight round to round, pound for pound, ambition for that money now, but it's funny how, lucrative deals I'm seeking while speaking, financial freedom and thinking that I can beat them, these demons, the ones that got me dreaming, about freedoms - that only real when you sell your soul to the system, so what's the reason, if the truth to these dealings, is a ceiling concealing - some one percent of a billion, I'm told are in existence. Made to believe, I can make it with ambition, in this solar system, you solo bruh - start to ending, or is that just the perspective of a soul with extinguished ambition?
Define and redefine ambition, i think English natives weren't sticking, to educating rather to the recognition, so we got a word with no life in it, unless you nurture the meaning of the terms - freely living, freely giving, absolutely bringing the word being, after human. Humans being ambitious, don't you see mine in this?
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P03MZ : Dots in a composition
06092016
Like dots in a composition, eyes, fly over you and I, no friends, no opposition, in the hierarchy of viewed characters we seem insignificant, yet without dots there'd be no brilliant paragraph, only the feel of something missing would be left, secret sauce to the stew - only known to the chef, all these visitors call themselves critics right to left, yet wouldn't know the kitchen ways if it meant heaven or hell. Back to us dots in the composition, connect all like we called no credit limit, elegant in design, beauty borders sublime, succinctly surreal, above words we define, even the least poetic of phrases we refine, we give them breathers, from time to time, yet unnoticed, we do go, in absence there may be a storm, furious in nature and filled with top debaters, on the essence of dots, as sentence terminators, for we as great as Arnold, forever uses will be told, but not by word of mouth, but by our feature in the middle background, in the solemn place, the hidden space, with the view of sunrise and sundown, not the ropes from puppeteers to crowds, we are the joints at both ends of the strings, like dots in a composition, without you and me? it's all noisy sound.
~Neil Njitu~
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Unreleas3D : Don Dreamz
31082016
Born and raised on dreams and lovely wishes, just to watch the ink fade off most of my wish lists, see the paper edges crumble and lose thickness, crumple in the fire giving contrast to the darkness, Flames stained red more than a meat market, passing time marked by the splitting and crackling, the air above the fire only lasts so long, the heat of broken dreams wakes me from my sleeping casket, I roll over the pillow to find one still lingers, the memory of the last dream - being a breadwinner. Put food on plate by touching souls of born sinners, arming them to the teeth with weapons of mass terror, tearing neighbourhoods apart, The Saints can't touch this Yakavetta. I'm reminiscing, dreams where I king'd Me, dreaming of living out a story of Don Papi Neil, give scholarships to wise guys then hit them where it bleeds, spread my coloured wings across skies of all cities. Don dreamz, give the opposition pure lead, save the water for jacuzzis and grottos instead, save the masons and take all the potters' heads, Iron Throne, resistance without hands can't be bred, This three tonne dream looms heavy in my presence, but only in sleep does it stop to threaten, only when convinced that laws around can be rewritten, like all dreams, belief makes the difference. Are all the dots consistent in shape, size and distance? Does the don dream only exist as a movie theme, or did I just connect dots few and far between?? Don Papi Neil, alter ego schemes, so on I dream, nightly movie theme.
~Neil Njitu~
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P03MZ : Spornos
25082016
I'm an active observer in the age of spornosexuals, Pacifist intellectual, collect information on these individuals, and the subliminal force behind naked pictorials, by the hundreds I can count them, bombed all over with hashtags no filter to surround them, fuel to the fire of what elders call degradation, fuck them is the caption response to that accusation, in all honesty, it's just about the spread of information, how easy you can dilute the eyes of a nation, shine a light on evil and it doesn't disappear, the contrast makes that shit more scary and clear, and we end up with senior citizens who fear, that their children have dived into the nuclear pool of despair, don't act surprised now, because you heard your son's flexing with his abs, he worked hard at it, It's none of your concern, society's fucking him and this is the start of making a stand, don't be quick to reprimand, your ways he surpassed - and he needs to find his own way, most of his peers gave in to hope-less, he's seeking his own piece of peace, you can't do anything about that, likes and comments allow him to carry on, in the details he's grown and knows where true satisfaction is, fulfilment of his self. So what, if his methods spark contradiction? he handles pain through sports, porn and some women, just pray his ego doesn't buy in to cashing in on manipulation, soldier on - spornosexual sensation, your fans want daily pics and they're running out of patience. Be young while you can, don't die inside like most of your elder haters.
~Neil Njitu~
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P03MZ : For lack of a Name
22082016
For lack of a name, I'll get right to it, mixing and matching words, keep the flow lucid, for lack of a name, I'll let my tongue and pen loosen, let them flow fluid, fill ink then spit through it, spitball it, hit the surface n stick solid, leave the fluids dripping down to the fan carpet, dot up the mirror with impacts to the surface, cracking its code for eternal reflection service, It's damn worth it, eventually break the surface, smooth as can be meets a hard knock whose worth is, nearly worthless, except disturbing the peace, Sent to strike like extremists on a church killing spree, with purpose, a military minded mercenary, fully equipped like uranium weaponry, advancing on any and all lands of enemies, nuclear knucklehead - go ahead and detonate me! Untagged. iron clad, and brave plaited, this nameless rocket could blow up like uranus, either you cringed or you think it's painless, To each his own, so fuck how you want to bone, puns intended though the punishment you might regret, for lack of a name, to describe that projectile game, label me as missing a brain, and drop it okay ?! Undiluted, this claim is yet to be refuted, for lack of a better name, let's call it undisputed, not fighting for a championship, or to be saluted, I'm just sticking around controversially, like a benign tumour.
~Neil Njitu~
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P03MZ : Second to First
19082016
Unimpressed with personal efforts, our persona feels the hurt, spent an entire year in preparation, only to come second to first, the ground plan had been drawn up, come second to none, now featuring in the swimmer meme, our persona came second to first.
Losers focus on winners, winners focus on winning, these words on the picture, analysing everything from the be-nin-ging, series of events leading up to the position, so many months of training, yet our persona came second to first.
As the feeling of defeat sets in, the overwhelming floods as the clouds cave in, water works comparable to an overly emotional first break up, with the knowledge that the sex drive will park for a while, our persona knows that the best was given, second to first, the coach's considering retirement.
Cheer up fellow, forget all those bystanders who know not the thrill, of tearing down that water lane chasing more than fame, the thoughts of personal records waiting to be crushed, the mood in the last few seconds your lungs huff and puff, You may have come second to first, but you just became a child's inspirational star.
Go home, grab a drink and some food, kick back, for deep down you know, you left your best effort on that track, In a month or so get back in the work zone and crush ass, Dear persona, next time go for second to none man, because your work is far from done champion.
[ Persona: Yeah yeah whatever. *then whispers* I'm not your puppet
: what the fuck ?!?! ]
~Neil Njitu~
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P03MZ : Censorship
18082016
The vice taught in society as a virtue, always be kind-a nice, even if what's right may hurt you, reserve words that penetrate souls - blades to hearts. Stand aside, watch your virtue grow a vice from a far.
is it better to stay quiet in the face of a waterfall, or scream and hope a rescue team isn't far? the first could easily be viewed as suicide, the next line is up to our interpretation, was that all pointless?
calling for help on Friday the 13th, everlasting horrific moments in your Persian hour glass, Failing to try is bla bla bla as some say, idealistic elements like car bumper stickers, for all there is, only actions and reactions, choices and consequences, either it did or didn't happen, or is there more, not in vain?
A stunt is only funny if gone through with, the best joke in the world would require an audience, keeping quiet inappropriately - choosing not to speak, is bowing down openly - welcoming nonsensical death through censorship.
Death of the soul, pettiness it won't let slide, all because true thoughts were buried inside, claws they grew and started chipping away at the sides, trying to dig a hole to their world's other side, but what if it's flat? LoL.
Censorship sparks belief that not all is noteworthy, yet the newspaper hits the world everyday early, So next i see or hear something crazy, I won't look left then right, I'll get to yapping - writing out my thoughts left to right.
~Neil Njitu~
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P03MZ : Looking 4wad
14082016
Anticipation, meditating on future thoughts, Implication? my mind might wander too far, from the best, to the worst of situations, got to be ready for any and all occasions.
Question is, when worst comes to worst, what is it that i'm going to cater to first, is it me, the money, friends or family? or do i forget it all and go the way of charity?
Better that, than the way of the dodo, cause on that route i hear one goes solo, so low, the doorposts above closed doors, searching for the major key, crouch to purgatory's floor.
If worst comes to worst hopefully I find one, and blast through a door count down three to one, even with the odds stacked against me two to three, I'll turn positions around, three and two behind me.
Looking forward to adding ticks on my checklist, mixtapes, albums, E's and LP's with fresh as slap hits, like the smack of a hand to a stillborn, this soul's too far gone for mental rewards, only thing left for the man, that i'd be content and enjoy, is ruling over me myself and I.
death to all kings - the money and any dreams, Worst comes to worst, my yet to be found true people and I, will always come first.
~Neil Njitu~
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P03MZ : Cabin Pressure
07082016
Writing out my thoughts over thick clouds, under a blue spread - I'm in between skies, wing view seat, ideas flooding my head, undisclosed airline - midday flight, rushing against the clock to make sense of this verse's inspiration, just so on touchdown, I can congratulate myself on the milestone, putting pen to paper, with a view of a couple thousands altitude, I'm not talking about the deep views choice artist Drake is rapping about, this the view of white and light-blue searching for heaven now, this view could make you question some beliefs you hold now, views from my limited window space, can't get the full picture now, but then again - have i, or can i ever? get the full picture if up here where - the views bigger i can't storm through the weather? feeling insignificant cause some stormy weather, might pull all passengers on board close together, just to possibly tear us apart whole - body to soul, forever, Unreal breath of fresh air as I'm high on cabin pressure, ears ringing from a bomb going off within my mental chamber, reeling and spinning as i get myself back together, cause the descent's about to begin, feeling light as a feather, clouds? I won't leave them together, from on high trying to go deeper than ever, all in all it's amusing how human this feeling is, high on cabin pressure, facing all Mother Earth's elements.
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P03MZ : What About
04082016 - 05082016
throwing a rock across the deep calm waters, and watching ripples stretch out beyond the splash borders, you're here to witness destruction of normal wave order, experience creations controversial like Dei Opus.
I'm about kicking up dust in all i'm involved in, brewing up storms, tornadoes and whirlwinds, throw them in one arena, I'm sporting with conflict, watch them go toe to toe as I'm sipping a cocktail, it's no elixir, it's just a perfect mixture, of sex, love, money, trust, friends and my birth religion, the perfect subliminal description, of a life well lived provided you add ambition..? At last that's the message i got from the television, programmes rewiring my thoughts and positions, feeding me dreams - I need to be asleep to believe them, now my eyes hurt cause I've never truly used them.
Like Neo though, I'm travelling down the rabbit hole, mount an expedition on this inverted mountain of war, battling every inch of earth that comes and goes, have to go through that struggle, to grow.
Then again fuck it maybe i'm kidding, maybe i just want to experience a feeling, something different to prove this life is for the living, or wake up from an experiment, Creator was only kidding.
Ha, now wouldn't that be a laugh, everything around me was a simulation path, perspectives that make insanity seem clever, haven't taken anything, still got my shit together.
Outside my borders somebody has heads turning, either a dude getting them cheekz and/or money, or a chic multitasking them boyz and her money, looking at me claiming you happy so what you want from me?
Rhetorical. You don't have to answer that, pour it to yourself like me writing this rap, discovering i'm about going all out on a demo, never settle - four winds carry me across the world and back.
~Neil Njitu~
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