Unreleas3D : HaeSkul Muzik Fest 2014 (Remake)

I put life and a mic in front of my heart's desire, one that's burning so much - it could start some forest fires, this desire to inspire is what drives me to tire, a mission to be accomplished - before this verse expires, it's true that i'd like to give the world, all the truth there is, all it needs, cause g-d put me here, to leave a legacy, be remembered as nothing short of legendary, like the old wise stories, my granns told me, I want my name imprinted, on more than a gravestone at some cemetery. The charisma of Rap's founding fathers is in me, the kinda heart John Legend bled onto All of Me, virtues purified and distilled like fine wine, artistic ideas breeding in a young mind, admittedly - I love these ears that listen every time i speak, i love these eyes that look at me and never blink, I love that i was blessed with this super skill, so when i pick up my pen, my inner little light speak, and i fulfil - my mission as Afrikan Mozart, paint brush in hand, to define art, just listen and pray, have a vision of faith, that in this array, of words is some grace, help strengthen your belief in a heaven on earth, show you HELL is all around the same exact dirt. Who knows where we go, when we run out of air.

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : i see

i spy with my little eye, a firefly, the one ed sheeran sang about, the one you see in cartoons, the one that sparks up the night, the one you pointed out to me.

i spy with my little eye, a spark, a spark of light in the dark, a spark from clash of furious swords, a spark of red, white and yellow inside, a spark of hope you put in me.

i spy with my little eye, a flame, a flame rising high above the grass, a flame dancing in culture night style, a flame trying desperately to provide light, the flame i will throw fuel on.

i spy with my little eye, a fire, a fire blazing like a thousand infernos, a fire seeking to burn up the meadows, a greek fire.

I now see, a view as immense as all the seas, in the stormy, the windy, the famine stricken, the pasture filled, the promising, mountains on my soul's horizons, I now see, fire.

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Unreleas3D : Lyricists Kona

Welcome to the lyricist's corner, where i work for the secret intelligence service, on the streets, and the general purpose, is to defeat irrelevant persons, call me insurrectionist, Chames Bond on the verses, an assassin when it comes to this lyrical service, I rock for the middle age, I rock for the little babes, I rock for the toothless and old, listening with hearing aids, be afraid, cause it's one of the best not from the west here, having a clutch on your ears like car gears, you'll be pressing rewind like daylight insomnia, you can't face my arsenal like Manchester oh yea! As a nu sound engineer, I'm reconstructing this stage, reconstructing your brain, from this music you gain, to see a Bestseller while the script is a blank page, to see awards where others see an empty cabinet space, to be a major factor, you don't have to be an actor, you just need to want more, like teachers want salaries to add up faster, and me no want a supplementary paper, so get it right, see the sign on the mic. Real Emcees Live, take it how you want, Man made machines couldn't rival the genius of such human swords, G-D THEE GREAT, creating us? his greatest deed!

but the devil allegedly wouldn't bow, so fuck him..?

~Neil Njitu~

(some inspiration drawn from one of ProVerb's verses in his music)

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Short Storiz : Devil Within

Kemet was my birthplace.

That doesn't matter anymore.

The New Book elders threw at me said 'seek and ye shall find'. It's been six months since I left to find a home, love and a new way of life.

Living in this quiet little settlement near the border has been blissful. The local witch says I'm on my path and will soon see.

"Hello Zazeel," goes a deep voice from the door behind me one night. "You turned from your ancestors, seeking something outsiders came with. Now your soul is mine!" The dark figure was some horned beast of a man with red eyes.

"But.. they told me.." I tried to plead.

It moved towards me, its breath growing ever heavier on the silent night.

Terror tore into me ...

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P03MZ : Caveman cum Regula

I'd open up my eyes but i'm allergic to the light, accustomed to my cave, burning fires through the night, shouting out to the sky, howling to the morning light, I'm the george of this jungle, the source of the rumbles - that you hear, and the beast that you see with all the hair, I'm the heir too. Human machine, king and lord of the rings, standing on my forest edge, staring down at human beings, but then I met a barber, he took me to his parlour, a machine that could carve up - the hair that made me suffer stupid curses, but scarier was the image, that I saw after the barber was finished, A cold wind blew, my whole body shivered through, like a lion maimed, a caveman tamed, no more hunting, I'm now a functional part of society, to top it all off they put a suit and tie on me, some jelly to make my skin shiny, how i miss the sun piercing me.

Everybody smiles cause now I'm a regular guy, oh how I miss to fly, grounded by the sky gods, how i fucking wish they knew, this caveman will never be a regular guy, Society's one plus one is my eleven, not two.

Maybe even they have some skewed views.

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : Prayer?

this morning i woke up, tired is the word my body spoke of, even some hocus-pocus, couldn't work enough magic to lift my glow up, so i decided to pray and will, for strength and will, from the source that blessed me with this super skill to do its will, so i sent a short sms, that eyelids open and stay high like a crest, that my head doesn't feel light, that my feet move right, that my hand doesn't shake when i'm typing, that simple sms, awaiting a yes, or no. But i trust the source won't let me rest, before i conquer the day's many quests, a feeling stranger than my legs arms and chest, is what i get, when i close eyes to speak with my heart, for just a second. Creative Burst! This much energy should be a curse, But I'll try use it to think bolder, work longer, write stronger. I smell it miles away like a fish monger, funny how just a minute ago i was feeling weak, now i feel like i can squeeze a week, into a day, Simply because of calling out, "Source, what's up today my G?"

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : Free Write 2

Born and, raised in my place of dreams, going for days on cornflakes and weetabix, with the belief, that i'm the kid with the bag of chips, that's rocking a 66 on the weight machine, lazy for days, I'm energy saving this. Growing softer, from idling around, 5 in the evening and i haven't even - seen the water! fvck what for?! I've been holding on to my raps, hoping. Feeling that primal instinct to take care of my rivals, keeps me moving against these tidal waves. A current of change, money for pain, bleed then you gain, work tattooed in my brain, taking these bits and pieces, merging them in my lyrics, composing a masterpiece, sculpture with a message imprinted. The gold plaques, with writings of a young lad, who hopes that, my kid will be like, "Yeah, my dad wrote that!" Until that date, i'll live eat pray, nutrition stages, with songs you'll lust replay.

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : Reality Checcc

At times writing can be so hard, when your brain rifts in its two parts, as your consciously fighting to create art, but subconsciously scribbling emptiness onto a paper, it's just that thirst for paper, that's driving your subconscious, weakening your content, collectively destroying your brain content consciously, but with the right precautions, and some reinforcements, you might just find the way to ante up your performance, by listening to that real school, the rhythm, beats, lines of the tunes. Even if the system of the times isn't true, like a drug you'd unwillingly abnormally use, turning the tv on to overdose fool, the children are blinded, the youth close behind them, only people who really see are blind, this really is a nuisance, forward back, babies being moaned to, What the fuck!?!? It really isn't sane, we causing tear and wear, to a universe portion, killing our own esteems, trying to imitate christ likeness, claiming to go to church in awe of christ's lifeness.

Living lifeless.

~Neil Njitu~

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P03MZ : Free Write

fighting as hard as i can to play my part, to be a role model in society through my art, a role previously played by agencies n models, a goal only sought by very few determined, but i got both hands on my rap books, its hands on like a DJ set, fighting for that title, my birth right, my God-sent belt, that's the reason i lay these beats, to rest in peace, the same reason why a few believe in me, so that nobody should ever fly by unrealised, and unfulfilled, so that even an orphan can dry, their eyes, and stare up at the skies, with a burning will, cause a wordsmith gave him will, call me Will Smith. reading through life's chapters, leading by succeeding other great rappers, some big shoes to fill, so i adjust my shoelaces right, then eat and pray, i change the way, things appear in your sight.

~Neil Njitu~

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Unreleas3D : Raw

came in fresh from the chopped meat section, after going ham, off the hook, No sloppy seconds.

feeling appalled, all these flies around my face, just means i'm the ish, what else can i say ?

furthermore i came from the back, with this art attack, on the ground, all i cause is heart attacks, with the sound, verbs spit into the mic, word spitten rhythm, in this system of life.

through the live wire, so give me that, give me that, hippy track.

see a mouth disorder go rap berzerk, can't keep my trap shut, maybe cause i'm trapped in a trap of trap huh?

That hazy feel, the blazing's amazing still, say you dope? you can't even inject, for real.

you faking still, no attention to your lies.

You will, pay that bill of My Respects!

~Neil Njitu~

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