huh!!!!!

Right now I'm robbing a thief and I'm fuckin a rapist/
 when done I will go molest the sick priests
/am the kind who cant even walk through the metal detectors/ 
cause am hard, my rhyme is full of steel/
 please call me the real man off steel/ 
to me Elvis was nobody, but just a sick man who wanted to be a lady/
 fuck that! To me heaven is hear in earth for God is omnipresent
/ I dismiss what I don’t feel maybe hit you with some heel/
I was doing this before Joseph thot of lean back/
 I was already telling bitches to ran that/
I am from a generation that does things for they dared us/ 
we don’t flock around in mass, we ain’t sheep!/
I have lived my life with basic objects/
 and yet can still rhyming so long just like prospects/
 I was long before the CDs replaced the cassettes/ 
and I do walk around with two CDs in my pocket/ 
one for the DJ and the other for BJ/
in my life I have faced battles and walked through and through/ 
some brothers when the talk of beef, its only on a cook out/
I need no judge for I know am a judge of my own…

B.U.G (Bado Tuko Gizani)

siku ya leo, nikama yale mengine/
hamna tofauti yeyote kama yale mengine/
kama ni jua, imewaka nikama kawaida/
shida ndiyo hayo yametukumba moja baada ya nyingine/
sijui niuzike kichwa kwenye mchaga/
ama ni weze kupata kujificha kwa kanga/
uzito huu umenilemea mimi mno/
fitina umeenea kote kote, nikama maji ya mafuriko/
tarajiyo nikuliona siku mpya, siku njema/
siku bila magereza, kwa vile hakuna uhalifu/
siku bila askari, na bila polisi haramia/
siku bila daktari, kwavile hamna wagonjwa/
siku bila dini tofauti. kwavile dini iliopo ni kupendana/
ninafahamu vyema siku kama hii ni ndoto/
shida ni kuwa sisi hatupati wakati wakulala/
ndiyo tuweze kupata ndoto ya kunene/
Rais Obama na wana-amerika wamepata ukombozi/
juu ya ndoto walioota wao/
mbona tusiweze tu kupendana? kuonyeshana upendo?
tuweze kuishi kwa amani? tuwache fitina ya makabila?
kwa hakika tuke mbali sana kupata uhuru wa hakika/
uhuru tulionalo ni ya bendera tu kupepea angani/
bado tuko jangwani, na hatuwezi ota mimea ya mafanikio/
kwa wakati mwingine mimi hujihisi nikama najihurumia kuwa Mkenya/
kwa vile hii maisha bila uvumilivu hakwepo/
bado tuko gizani. B.U.G hata kwenye mwangaza bado tuko gizani...

Kenya land of!!!!!!

This is what Kenya is, it has been abused back and forward ever since Independence Day. To some that day was just it for them to show up and make some hay. In this land where you can do wrong dust you hands and walk away, I said I don’t want to walk so fast maybe run away. But the situations around seems to be working to send me away. They call themselves politicians and are to create a way, no all I see is a heap of shit thrown around blocking the way. Am ever complaining of the wrong done to a point I don’t know what to say, hey! Hey! Is all I can open my mouth and say. 60 percent of the population doesn’t even understand what I say. Illiteracy is taking over this land and that seems to be the way, well am stuck between a great feeling and that’s just all I can say. I can’t share it for I am more than words that they say, we have fallen short of knowledge for we have keen interest is what they say. We are far from a generation which can do things for they dare us, all I see is a mess and we walk all thru’ it with no blush. I wish I could have all this wrong and send them down with a flush. Man this is sick by the day and all the leaders have gone hush, the truth is this country has never been great, we just lied about its greatness. We are careless as a result we do care less, and we keep giving power to the careless, damn when will we ever learn to walk the straight path? Or is it a mystery to us to face the true facts that we have in life, I'm from the generation where we did shit because they never dared us, I said I wish every breath I take didn't taste like drunk for it has been a way of life to many out there And every sentence I say came out in a flow, and in joy. What good do I have to say good about this nation? Its lost and the person who will deliver this nation is not born and may show up later in this century, for there is no true change from the likes of Raila and group, and you know the group. This is a messed up system, I cant even leave my house open for a second, we are far from change and whoever reads this know it that you’ll be lucky to be around when true change hit this land

i do re-call!!!

In every way i can’t trade for my past days, Lemme take you back, i remember my past days, they were good days i reminisce my past days, life was way easy in the back days./I remember being young and naive, any thing i was asked for, I’d give./ walking bare feet, playing in the mud, when the rains pours/ when there was no play stations to pass time with like the kids of this times/ all we knew was to make cars outa mud and call it a toy/ i did indeed enjoy my days as a kid/ and i dint regret even every second i was there/ life was easy all we cared is food to eat and a place to sleep/ be good and respectful to out folks and be good/ growing up in the hood, teaching me every way to be hardworking/ we never puffed drugs for we saw what wrong it did/ in did today’s kids got no manners, but that’s what they call life/ i cant get any reason from it/ if i had the chance I’d go back and be in those times/ when music was music when Pac was running the streets/ when boys to men were still boys and doing there shuffle/ but now its more like a scuffle/ i reminisce on my past days...

i do re-call!!!

In every way i can’t trade for my past days, Lemme take you back, i remember my past days, they were good days i reminisce my past days, life was way easy in the back days./I remember being young and naive, any thing i was asked for, I’d give./ walking bare feet, playing in the mud, when the rains pours/ when there was no play stations to pass time with like the kids of this times/ all we knew was to make cars outa mud and call it a toy/ i did indeed enjoy my days as a kid/ and i dint regret even every second i was there/ life was easy all we cared is food to eat and a place to sleep/ be good and respectful to out folks and be good/ growing up in the hood, teaching me every way to be hardworking/ we never puffed drugs for we saw what wrong it did/ in did today’s kids got no manners, but that’s what they call life/ i cant get any reason from it/ if i had the chance I’d go back and be in those times/ when music was music when Pac was running the streets/ when boys to men were still boys and doing there shuffle/ but now its more like a scuffle/ i reminisce on my past days...

it is celebrations in heaven as well

Celebrations are hitting town to town, city to city, country to country and continent to continent. We have seen celebrations done all over the places in the world and in Kogelo, Kenya so many cows have lost there lives due to the political victory in just concluded US elections, there is one place people are not giving a look and fore seeing what the celebrations are going on there. Am reporting live from heaven and i am George Hussein, every one here is in party mood and its the only time the Almighty has allowed wine into the premise as a party instrument and not for digestion as before, Moses is on the decks and spinning the wheels of steel, and Noah is the lead MC of the Event. After staying the whole night waiting for the results now they can call it a celebration. God has made his Press conference and some of the things he has mentioned include his full support for the President elect Barrack Obama and he was in a jovial mood and he says he will work with him to make earth a better place and for sure some of the key things he mentioned is people should learn and work for unity. He mentioned creating us from his own image and we should be proud of the President Elect in the US. His speech was rather short but he was very emotional for his son Barrack Obama has won the election. He fore sees success and promised his helping hand to guide President Barrack Obama. People are every where i can see Samson on the dance floor and all he told me Was “I cant believe another black man has rose to power and is seen as hope, i am black from Ethiopia and i had power like physical and he is from Kenya and with political power. The world has seen black is power and more so good fresh power” those are his words Samson who was once the strongest man who ever lived. Angle Gabriel is so full of joy can’t even figure out how to express it, his robe has swept the dance floor while he was dancing and for sure it’s very slippery. Elijah is chanting “tonight!!! we getting Holy Ghost Crazy” i mean he has been dancing ever since the elections were cast early November 4th , the mood here is more than the State of Illinois, reports are falling that God has gone to take a rest and Jesus is left in charge of the celebrations going on in Heaven at the God’s tears Garden, the attendants are so many close to half a million people, this is for sure victory here in heaven and its loud i cant even hear my voice, i have had a few interviews with some high profile people here and all of them talk of true change and excitement is all shown on there faces. I talked to Peter, Zachariah, Obadiah and Isaac and they are all happy and are sending congratulatory messages to Obama. Well at this rate and with Jesus in charge he may turn every liquid to wine even bath water. Any way lets hope Jesus will not do that. It is evident that President Barrack Obama enjoys support all over the world and also in heaven. It is not only in Kogelo, Kenya where the party’s at. The party is all over the world from Chicago to Japan here in heaven and every where. Well I don’t want to miss out the party so i will hand back to our correspondent back in earth. Wait!!! I hear reports’ coming that Obama is the second Christ and that is from a Memo Written by God and he is granting him the wisdom better than the great King Solomon to guide this world and unite the nation. And there it is, he is declared the SECOND CHRIST, that’s it form me George Hussein back to our correspondent in earth.

Hip hop!!!

Woke up this day found a letter that she wrote/
she is telling me she is feed up and always alone/
she is like she was loved and everyone wanted to be with her/
but at the moment she is abandoned and left alone/
the few who wants her are not proud of her/
they keep hiding any time they associate with her/
they tried to make her for sale but business was not the reason she was born/
she was born to keep it real and demonstrate the struggle to the bone/
what more can she say, she’s sad and not happy at all/
on her letter she pleads not to let her die but to give her life/
to support her and tell the world of her goodness/
she has been abandoned by the new generation movement /
claiming she ain’t fit to placed right in/
what more can she do? She grows when given the chance/
at the moment there ain’t no chance /
things are just falling like with stance/
she is falling off and she will be gone and there will no more of her/
even Nas did declare she is dead/
he dint show her love just wanted to burry her /
I make a promise to hold on to her to the very end/
I will keep her alive and make her grow/
draw the significance of her in our society/
this letter for sure has made be break down/
and I will work damn hard not to let her down/
if every one is leaving her alone I will house her and keep her/
I seek for the true restoration and support the only men who loved her (KRS, Cool Herc) there are many who claim to love but the y keep cheating on her (LL)/
there has to be pillars to support this all through (common sense)/ j
ust like Rakim let be real with her and show some real love/
this is what the next generation will learn form /
they will read from, see this lovely game and fall in love with/
am in love and am not ashamed for I know its what it is/
ever since my love I have seen the light, in deed it shined so bright and that was the deal/
she was so fine so beautiful and since then I pledge a tribute to her. She has taught me every thing I’ve known/
E. M. I. G double E it’s me I stand to represent/
and anyone who hate I resent/
this is hip hop and truth is that it’s falling away and it needs support/
so help if you may……..

dont shoot me.......

Please don’t shoot me down/
don’t pin me down, am warning don’t write me off/
am the one you’ll see falling across helping you not to go off/
this industry is flooded with so much baby emcees /
who feels the conquer because they got air play/
to me they are just some noise being given an air play/
am not in any mood to sit and play around like kids with clay/
the modeling am doing is redefining this game/
not claim to do but actually to it , and ensure it sinks down to root/
an true I don’t betray the place am from I call it our roots/
am I to present a report to defend this game?/
man I don’t want to play this around in the name of the game/
I know so many bitch ass Niggaz will be hating/
please don’t hate what you cant understand not even conquer/
am more of an empire I rule myself and at this rate I will succeed KRS/
for I don’t give a fuck as I careless, bout the sick nursery lines flooding the market/
every one going gangster with some phat quotes on the word/
I think the focus is getting off sight. Any fuck who got money claims to be king/
I wonder what the mayor will do if every sick emcee claims king of the city /
this is me am falling harder by the day,/
stronger than hail storm the stones which confuses the stupid to be snow./
I will make this city glow ask Majiwa he will confirm that to you/
please don’t waste time hating , I studied the game fine and good/
it falls on my lap like bitch in apple bees doing me some lap dance/
I will frustrate any who stands to judge me/
for it’s the almighty God who can judge me/
at times it feels am against the world like Afeni’s late son/
but as I take my strides beneath the hot sun/
I will walk proud with my head high, adopt me /
the sick emcees who rhyme deprived, I will help to derive/
with your sickness you are headed for nothing , disappear in thin air like Zim/
a country using its currency to wrap meat from butcheries /
I will do this so effortless for am greater than what you think is great/
I will flex my muscles and you’ll see an album./
stretch like rubber and reach every end like it has never been reached before/
am rhyme blessed and just fallen short of money to publicize my self/
I can write this the whole time but the bottom line is the bitch Niggaz will never learn and hate, don’t be insensitive…

the climate......

The climate, yep the climate, all we talk of most time is hate leaving out the climate/
today is a new date where the will be no hate /
wait there will be no heist or even to hesitate to say good about the date/
to those who feel this call fall then consider it a check mate/
see me like the only hope coming from the gate/
am knowledgeable just like bill gates / well I was to talk about the climate and the good we get/
I see the sun is out the farmers can do there hay well/
the lovely gals can walk in there sun dresses and the Niggaz can roll out with some vest/
not that they need to show there chest /
I feel like to be going on a hunt for a chest /
then again that is an imagination nice as it falls/
its a good climate to just have some fun, dry some maize /
to go out for ice-cream solving some maze/
its never been better than this before, this is clean air/
and for sure am destined for being a heir /
am good am free not closed in a room with no windows to see out. /
I know I can’t be Lupe but trust I can bring some Fiasco as well/
yep am feeling like the one given the delegation to ensure this climate favorable/
I know am more than able just like Adam’s son Abel/
I need no support for am far than what people call stable/
like Jean Gray I feel my flow and how I write and thank God for the second chance he gave me/ look at me am leaning on the lord’s side,/
never smoked the weed never planted the weed but knows the weed/
this is what we call a good life just Like Kanye talked of/
I don’t have so much but the little I have fits right in /
I don’t date miss world or miss Kenya but the gal I know is more than just the titles/
I saw the light long time and i don’t get to church for I trust in God and not a building which is more of a business/
God is omnipresent and i don’t need the church to get to him /
as I said am leaning on the lord’s side, a side full of good and all i need/
i thank God for the zeal and skill.........................

the life i live..........

This is the definition of the life I live, /
It’s all smoke and all I hear is people coughing louder,/
it seems to be competition of who can be loudest,/
then again its not fun but its suffering we go through in the nation./
The rich are becoming richer by the day buying weapons of war /
We are at peace, you wonder is someone making business/
Out of war in another country or it’s just because we are scared/
That is why we protect ourselves,/
We are not in peace that we claim we are in.All we need a day free from hospitals,
Free from police stations for there will be no criminals.
A society where every one is open of what they feel,
And cares for the good of mankind.
Then again we are in slumber and he sleep is good and so deep,
So we wake up and find this world,
Where we can’t survive without the police system
We want the police to live beside us,
The systems in the county can’t work with no governments,
We are still far from what we call hope and who is to take us there?
Who is to make us walk and see the other end?
That’s the question I have in mind
So please give me chance to air my views
Like that I feel my problem with our leaders is half solved
For I have offered educating to one who dint know.
thats the truth.............

am not busy its just the system.....

Am not playing lost am just busy/
this life is so hard if you relax you go hungry/
back then i’d swim in the lake on the lake side feel free/
now the lake is infected by a weed eating it up its not free/
am like does it have to be messed up/
its like the more we get older the system goes messed up/
we had a president tho’ not the best but was in charge/
now we have too much power floating allover the place/
everybody want to president, and to be a state house resident/
Wiky Mosh rest in peace, the Nigga did joints kept clubs banging/
K-rupt, rest in peace fell to the gang banging/
music was defined and it was done outa love but now its done for nothing/
i cant even tell how it falls but i am missing out on the past./
As i take you thru the memory lane without E-sir rest in peace/
i have to hold on to the Jesus piece, to show me there is some peace/
there are no words to explain how i miss the past but its gone and never to be back/
the idea of each day falls with new problems freaks me out/
and yet the past problems are not even out/
life seems to be in some dense black out/
everything is not moving its like we are all cut out /
sometime I feel like someone to come in and knock me out/
this life is never a slam dank, but its more of a spoilt dank/
all I have is questions in my head and I don’t want to stress the lord/
I know he too wonders what went wrong with this world/
we have be come so dependant on money and it has become the drive in our lives/
even the leaves on the trees needs money to get manure to hold on the ground /
the high profile Niggaz in leadership have nothing to offer even there homes are drowning in hunger/
and he calls himself the vice president /
all I see is a loss in humanity and a dent in an extent/
M . O.1 was a real Nigga, he took care of us/
we are much worse by the day it gets worse/
we have a province which is idle and feels not part of the state. /
We still fall back and leave in hate, this is just a waste/
I can’t realize what good is there in this world for it crumbles by the day/
do I have to give leaflets on the instructions to take? And make this place a better world? /
my life is just on a rough edge, and I feel like am on a sledge/
the life in the past seemed to be easy /
I had no body to worry about, things were in place but now its not/
I cant keep a cow that am not sure if its being milked elsewhere/
for me it will be no use to me keeping such a cow/
I cant share the proceeds from my cow with someone else/
I will raise my voice as Eric Cartman did and say I miss the past days…..

This is my melody, I am always wondering when it will fall in place.

They call me Mr. G they don’t even understand why I call my self G, /
But they just go on and call me, am a certified hustler, /
I pain when I hurt I bleed when am cut it make me no different to other beings. /
I call my self G just to show ppl who love me to always have it am strong, /
Yes I am but at time I fold. I remember being young and naive, /
Knew nothing, and had nothing so dependant on my mum to do all I needed, /
Now am grown, am looking at myself on the mirror and I see a grow ass man, /
Who needs to settle down and be with a family, probably a wife and some kids, /
I got no time to waste in earth, I have lived as a kid now am all grown up, /
I love what I do and how I do it, this is my life I trust in it, /
But each day I have to face opposition each day, weighing me down, /
I have become a small god in this earth always bailing gals who don’t have ne sense, /
I meet one who could just cook and nothing more she could do, /
To me cooking is a hobby I do when am free to her it was a Career, /
And not for a hotel but for an individual who made her look like a house help. /
Man this life is so sick, /
I meet another one who was developing a career of flirting with men on the internet, /
Telling every man to hook her up and tell them every shit over the net, /
Well it came to happen she works in browsing station which was damn slow and fucked up. /
This is not me I am all wondering what the hell is happing to me it’s all sick and retarded, /
So fucked up and that’s the truth at hand. /
There is this one who I have known my life and turns ups to be falling in love with someone else, /
And not being respectful to me. /
Well that’s life so dark and sick its stinks and that how it will always be. /
What now do? Pray to God for some miracle for I need one /
Not just an ordinary one but one that will lift my soul blesses my hand and always be with me. /
It’s like business gone bad but that how it is, never moving ahead, /
Never finding the right thing at my hand. Always falling for the wrong things, /
Man I need a break thru’ to lift me up and just give me a reason to be. /
I trust in hip hop for it has never messed me up it keeps on giving me hope /
Lifting me showing me we are many on a struggle, /
Not the same but sharing a disappointment of a kind, /
As I said this is my melody and it will reign forever in me. I love hip hop....

September 29th

Today is a new day; it’s like the sunny day/
– to farmers who are out to make hay./
So many years down the line it was a great day,/
my mum was just about to give birth to a son who would make her days./
Dad was there seeing his second born child being introduced into this world./
To day I stand saying it’s anew day making the best form it,/
I will leave the dream they have always mentioned./
I walked each day and now am done with books /
Never disappointed but always here to make it better by the day./
It’s the ninth month on the twenty ninth day, /
a great day call it a fluke but a great man was born/
each day I want to make it better and this year am reaching far beyond the sky . /
I give God thanks for all the best he has done seeing me thru’ till this day,
I thank Him, I praise his name acclaim his might and all he’s done./
Its September 29th the greatest day of my life thanks be to God for it.

Tribute to Anne Ofula.

She indeed made journalism a profession of demand, she was effortless in what she did, made it fun to study the art of broadcasting, and for sure she will be missed by the people who knew her. When KBC was VOK she was just ok. Even in the exodus to the so called power media house, she remained at the VOK house. It changed to be KBC , but still- she was there to stay. To her she was the power and dint need to shift to find home to other joints. She has inspired many by her character and her voice when broadcasting the news. She is a pioneer to the media fraternity. She is a legend and the rest are just but imitates. She made all know that you can survive and make it to success any where and any place. So outstanding so great in what she did. To me i have lost a mum in the media scene. At times you wonder why death has to take the good away, but i know she is with God who will even give her a better job to do. This is to give thanks for a life well lived and the path well defined. Open doors to many. Back in the rural, where KBC is the main thing she made hearts warm and gave them a smile a reason to sit and listen to her. She was a darling to many and she will always be in our hearts, the Almighty God gives and he has taken away, he has picked the best for a reason and one day we shall meet again. To me i pay my tribute to her and to all she has done. God bless and rest her soul in peace.

please.......

Please sit back and put some sugar in your ice tea. /Listen, I'm more like a virus, they’re more like a sneeze./ Cancerous Rhymes bringin' the so called beasts to their knees,/ I'm more than boat, I am a ship and music is my sea./ I will make you a carcass and gather some flees,/ if you feel you cant take me no more please just flee,/ I kick so hard like my name is Bruce Lee,/ Am colder than ice and the so called hot - I’ll make you freeze,/ Man look at the sequence this drops fresh just like breeze./ I can hook you up with some rhymes just as freebees,/ I more like the contraceptives, always in seasons/ You don’t need to be told for I think you know the reason/ If you think you will conquer with half ass-flow, /Then you will drown right in my tight ass-flow/ This flow is dope as crack, so hard to crack/ This is educative but more of indicative/ It’s like its creating a boundary between the rhyme heads and the rhyme-less/ The word deprived people who can’t even think of there own/ I own the industry if you doubt that come and face me/ Believe me am more than what you ever thot of, you can’t see me/

keep running!!!

I don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop I'll be another person headed to heaven, there are only two places we are headed for, either dead or in jail, the system is made to frustrate the youth, to make you give up, it doesn’t want anyone to visualize, to analyze any thing that will keep you on a pay role, I’m never writing bout love for all my life its been a hustle. The police look at me like I'm a slanger, I feel like they are making threats to my family its like am in danger, the security is a laps, and all I think is to have a gun, you wonder who can you run to when the gangs are on your back. Mothers and fathers separated from there sons, either to death by sick gang wars hitting the streets or to sentence to jail term without trial. The system we are to count on and trust in, is taking us out with every struggle. Nothing comes straight all at an angle, you got to keep you head up to make it to the other end, am not even certain about heaven, so I cant even tell how being dead feels. Life expectancy has fallen its 45 of life or even minimal, communities are being treated as criminals. We have gangs that we identify with from mungiki to Taliban then to the other crazy names, we live in fear yet we claim sovereignty, I ask where the fucking justice is, I see judges and the law makers messing up with our heads. There are no clear facts just bloated stories, we ain’t kids why do we have to be lied to? I have toiled so hard in this land and, why should all I worked for just get of my sight, or is it that there are person of better degree than I am? I’d be seen on the streets and not talk to the police, the system in the country, the state is all, is guilty until proven innocent, this is the only country that you can serve a jail term before being heard in courts, why do we have to worry so much bout tomorrow, and get afraid to borrow, we don’t trust no body for I was raised by the street code, don’t trust the judicial system I was born with the G code and it was embedded in my blood, I was born guilty and I don’t need to suffer for that, I’d shoot guns if I had one and fight battles in the hood to keep safe, there are leaks in the system and its sinking the security of this country, we got mob stars calling themselves gangsters in national TV, the police is doing worse by advertising them as wanted on the dailies, and life is becoming to tight to survive, its like living in a small place as the hives. It’s a battle of the haves and the have not, the one who can be safe and the ones who are out to burn, we’re in the struggle like a light from a candle in a stormy windy day, our race is in extinct, that is the ones who can speak the truth and set the nation free, and make it a free will. Am not trying to be a hero or something of the kind, for I may end up in jail or detained or even worse that what one can imagine. Life’s so fucked up, gals gone clear heals boys gone puffing drugs. It’s a hustle but who’ll save us from this, I have worked so hard to make a difference but when you step in, your seen as the worst and jail is knocking at the door, so why the struggle, keep running……

its all about choices we make

There are 4 things you can never recover; the stone after the throw, the word after it’s said, the occasion after the loss and the time after it’s gone. Each time something bad happens, we can choose to be victim or we can choose to learn from it. I always choose to learn from it. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk every situation is a choice. We can choose how to deal with it and it’s always up to us to make choices that will see us through and be beneficial to us. Every day we have to make choices to either enjoy life or hate on it, and that’s what comprises of what we go through in life. We may sound so convinced of the choices we make but still we learn from them and have memories from them. We have faced each day with joy in our hearts, in a position to make the best from the little steps we make all the times. So things will make us cry and some will make us smile but we should not dwell on them so much, we are to treat them like lessons in life, proceedings and mark points in life. We can’t promise heaven, because that’s not our ability. The things we’ll do are from within and are to assist in making life better for all we deal with. We can’t change all that is in place but adjust in with it. That what I have learnt in my life this whole time, if we want good we have to think of that good, and if we want something we work towards it for the better or for the worse. We support all factors that can lead to it and make it better. Happiness gives us a second more to see another day and stay alive.

it is what it is!!

I have never had a perfect bitch like Yolanda was/ reached a level I was like perfect bitch never was/never had a chance to roll with cash like CMB cause he has/ I see niggaz trying hard to make ends meet like Nas/ I always want to make a jam but am like this never was/ I end up telling sad stories on my rhymes cause it was/ this is more complicated that what I thot was/ ppl keep talking ill bout me of how I hate on anything and everything that comes my way/ am like please don’t be so deceptive cause my life its been that way/ in Jan the great rift was full of coffins and caskets/ all I saw was the rift that was like a broken cassette/ we here wasting time not making it better as per the aspects/ life is made so hard so I got to push, the good read from prospects/ nothing comes clean cause no one seems to have the concepts/ what I have tried so hard to avoid now is what I have become/ I never wanted to be critic but life is bitter sour like citric/ gave me every reason to be what I am a critic/ man am never laid back like Kanye’s beat, but always counting on my heart beat/ I thank God for that, the life he gave me and keep the heart beat/ nothing seems to add up even education is now mis-educating/ we have kids each day trying to work hard for graduating/ but ends up being seen as a burden in the society/ I said one learns all and tries all in university, but that’s just it cause of no animosity/ I wonder am I reckless or careless, then I realize we have some sickness / that hit our leaders so hard becoming senseless and useless/ I cant compromise what I love cause its all that I have/the barber shops have been turned to big rumor mills/ the salons were the ones know for this kinda business or rumor mill/ If I had a daughter I will pay for her done at home/ cause I cant stand the shit going outa there away from home/ whores are taking over this land they fuck for money if not direct but in other ways, leaving you broke/ a good bitch will fuck you for free even when your broke/ for as long as you have some sense and you got no stroke/ I see all these wrongs am like where can I go to clear my head/ the church is lost cause each and every Sunday they are mislead/ with pastors who abuse drugs who lie and lost there heads/ small boys are molested each day by the same heads/ how can some use the good God place for us to mislead?/ to have sex to insult and make business outa church institutions/ at times I feel I only got myself and my nine millimeter which I wish I had/ its like leaving in an island with nowhere to run/ countries are defying the peace like Iran/ creating weapons, who want to go to war can we embrace the peace?/ I see even the thugs in streets with the bling Jesus piece/ I wonder if they know what that man says, I can write this the whole day cause I have so much to say, but hay is made when the sun shines and now its gone so cant do my hay!!

it is what it is!!

I have never had a perfect bitch like Yolanda was/ reached a level I was like perfect bitch never was/never had a chance to roll with cash like CMB cause he has/ I see niggaz trying hard to make ends meet like Nas/ I always want to make a jam but am like this never was/ I end up telling sad stories on my rhymes cause it was/ this is more complicated that what I thot was/ ppl keep talking ill bout me of how I hate on anything and everything that comes my way/ am like please don’t be so deceptive cause my life its been that way/ in Jan the great rift was full of coffins and caskets/ all I saw was the rift that was like a broken cassette/ we here wasting time not making it better as per the aspects/ life is made so hard so I got to push, the good read from prospects/ nothing comes clean cause no one seems to have the concepts/ what I have tried so hard to avoid now is what I have become/ I never wanted to be critic but life is bitter sour like citric/ gave me every reason to be what I am a critic/ man am never laid back like Kanye’s beat, but always counting on my heart beat/ I thank God for that, the life he gave me and keep the heart beat/ nothing seems to add up even education is now mis-educating/ we have kids each day trying to work hard for graduating/ but ends up being seen as a burden in the society/ I said one learns all and tries all in university, but that’s just it cause of no animosity/ I wonder am I reckless or careless, then I realize we have some sickness / that hit our leaders so hard becoming senseless and useless/ I cant compromise what I love cause its all that I have/the barber shops have been turned to big rumor mills/ the salons were the ones know for this kinda business or rumor mill/ If I had a daughter I will pay for her done at home/ cause I cant stand the shit going outa there away from home/ whores are taking over this land they fuck for money if not direct but in other ways, leaving you broke/ a good bitch will fuck you for free even when your broke/ for as long as you have some sense and you got no stroke/ I see all these wrongs am like where can I go to clear my head/ the church is lost cause each and every Sunday they are mislead/ with pastors who abuse drugs who lie and lost there heads/ small boys are molested each day by the same heads/ how can some use the good God place for us to mislead?/ to have sex to insult and make business outa church institutions/ at times I feel I only got myself and my nine millimeter which I wish I had/ its like leaving in an island with nowhere to run/ countries are defying the peace like Iran/ creating weapons, who want to go to war can we embrace the peace?/ I see even the thugs in streets with the bling Jesus piece/ I wonder if they know what that man says, I can write this the whole day cause I have so much to say, but hay is made when the sun shines and now its gone so cant do my hay!!

There is a time and place for everything and that place is college

There is a time and place for everything and that place is college, the only time your free to ruin your life or make your life that’s college. You can waste and come out with nothing or some this with something/ remember a positive of anything is better that a negative of nothing / so that where you can practice dating or anything you feel like trying / its all up to you as I said you can ruin or make its all in ones hand/gals become women and they identify what really matters/ that’s when boys become men and realize they can do drugs/ the bottom line if you fail to make it its up to you/ for most of the time you’re alone to leave your life/ be busy as bee in a bee hive or sit idle likes some dolphins taking dives/ all in all its upon you to make it better in your life/ below college education one should not even dream of any thing be it doing drugs or sex all that please give an EX/ I see no point to disarm the law when below the stage/ at that level there should never be compromise at that age/ at college level you can even try out marriage if you like it then make your move/ you can build a career at this level an reach high places / or remain at the level you came in with that is low places/ so being alone and being a watch over you is all you need/ gals came to college with no make up but so many years down the line they are professionals in the field off make up/ so are the men who came to college and all tucked up now walk so bugged up with triple XL shirts./ before then they used to drink Juice on special days now its more like breakfast taken every day/ by the day virginity is lost and innocence is lost/ be happy within you if had the chance for a college to host you like a real college/ forget about the college wanna bes in Kenya/ I guess the public who reads know what I mean, I know am mean but it’s the truth the only place and time for everything is college we call the universities before the NARC Era/ this other ones are imposters not real situation/ but still they can fall in and enjoy this time. If you missed out then you missed a big part in life. / so adore college life before its done/ cause after that we are to specialize on what we made our minds to do back then./ college experience really rocks …………………………….

some love for the game

Hey Lemme get slow motion with you, /the only thing I see I want to get down with you./ They said if am not dissing I cant compose a rhyme,/ I can always sit and always compose a rhyme,/ better that the things those other emcees do what I call lines,/ I will mime over your name make it an anthem, /they will see and read what I write and then, /see how am not dissing at this time but praising the good I see in you. /You give me a good you give me a real thing I never thot of, /in this game in this world at times the radios put me off, /I’ll always be strong to defend you at all cost,/ this could be running up and down and coast to coast, /I’ll defend and proclaim what I love cause I see no cost. /I don’t anyone to help express this in the name of cast. /Loving every moment I spend with you and proclaim the stand we have in life. /You give me reason to breathe a reason to see each day with a smile. / When all hope is gone you remind me of the best thing you have. /I can never see me falling by cause for you I did fall already by, /am all grown and I understand you better and want to stay closer with you,/ I’ll never abandon but to stick by you hold you,/ even if the world is all against you I will hold you down,/ and never at any one given point to let you down/ I was born to write and I will use it to defend you to show how much I love you/ you may wonder who the hell is this- its hip hop the one thing I love/ it means so much to me it can hold on me count on me/ never to let it go when am down it gives me hope and spirit to keep it alive/ I cant be KRS or Rakim but where I hold I will keep it in my heart for long/ I am true and commercial has never been an option/ hip hop reigns and its number one the better option/ Like the color green, it's there to stay from the grass to all the plants you see/ Things will stay in this industry, yeah, /I fought and this made me this way/ get this between me and hip hop its simple cause its here to stay/ anything else that comes this way. Are like sweeping leaves on a windy day,/ I was born to be here and all I’ll do is to stay/ I am here tented here I love hip hop…………………..

i speak

I speak from my heart like it’s a mouth thro’ my chest/
so pure so clear to level it can help one to invest/
it can bring so much to ones life with gain we call interest/
I see the Emcees making a name spiting a rhyme, man am impressed/
this game is real and so alive it kicks and not depressed/
the fake are flooding the airwaves tryin to make this disgraced/
to those who feel are hip hop rugged, news flash your smooth as baby’s bum/
I’ll zip your lip and make you permanently dumb/
I’ll urinate on your so called career, ruin it light it smoke it blow it in the air/
consider me as one among the and only few hip hop heir/
I’ll render you useless in what you claim you do/
it will be more like am legendary in this thing called voodoo /
but in this case is specially made for the fake and idea deprived/
if I was in the melody world I’d be Kelly the piper/
instead I’d be smoking what you consider success thru’ a pipe huh! /
I was born to write it’s like I was born with a pen on my hand/
I thot that there were many who were born with the gift in there hand/
but I was wrong and it came to be they are few niggaz/
some of them have given in to commercial am like fuck commercials/
half of them is shared equal to jail and six feet under/
the remaining are contemplating on if to go on or to fall off the game/
leaving this game to be frustrated by fake emcees/
the rap game is compromised to fit in places it was never meant to be/
it was out to educate the young give direction that’s where to be/
I spend most of this time trying to win souls and not make the record skip/
but am reminded of the battle I fight, with the sounds of sickness in radio /
there is no love in the so called radios , they talk of ego/
what the fuck is that! it in us we spit the truth/
politics is messed up day by day/
misleading the the nations on the lies the cook up/
we’re left to press on to hold on, the problem there’s nothing really to hold on to./
so still the struggle continues ……………………..

Someone got talk this we’re like shopping malls/
and not the dirty stickers stuck on walls/
here, we’re like one stop shop for rhymes/
but if anyone jerks this rhymes, I’ll burn like some STD/
or maybe some sex disease /
consider this place like a VCT /
we cleanse we counsel and change from the very bad disease/
if you feel displeased then stop the reading /
I will twist anything call me a twister/
not so fast like the man behind kamikaze/
but close to make headlines like news you see/
you sick emcees feel like Bob the sick man from Zim /
listen to what we say maybe you can be a real celebrity overnight/
I’d appreciate if give us something small like peace/
not just having the bling called Jesus piece /
but the real deal which would be regarded as a meal/
couzifer told you am ill I got rhyme syndrome/
and I am free so free, broken loose from my dome /
consider this the return of the murderer/
and the big thing is that its beginning of Baghdad /
a lot of emcees out there will call me dad/
this is the declaration of war/
the safe way out is to join board or quit what you call music/
after the war the kapuka thing will be chalked/
a crime scene indicated and investigations carrying on/
and from then on kapuka shall long be gone/
we are more that these other rap dudes /
we’re real niggaz we wont hesitate to clap fools /
try to send them off with any of available tools/
I was bred born and raised in this true shit/
am not a pop nigga and f*ck the radio with there shit/
they feel we can't be and fall in place as in fit/
shit I hate the whole system I wish I could turn it off/
f*ck what the video do, they ain’t real pure fiction/
its stressing on points just like an addiction /
all I need is a cool prediction /
to tell me one day we will be free from this bondage /
f*ck the rap game we’re the realest niggaz who does the real thing, PERIOD

lets keep this flowing..........................

i flow liquid

I flow liquid like the great Lake Victoria/

si lazima nililie usukani bwana mi si queen Victoria/

I was doing some good vocals called rhyming /

Then I heard the industry was taken over by lining /

To me it was more of nursery school writing/

The mimes we did reciting the wording/

I never intended to be this way but I was damn sick/

I could not find anything that was hip nick/

That would raise attention when sounds /

So I developed a tap that flows with sounds/

It came along with a good surround/

I do steady rhyming to others it would be underground/

I said before I can write I don’t need to be spell bound/

To all the sick ass Emcees please turn around/

How can some one waste a track doing 6 bars/

On a track where real emcees would do 48 bars/

I am hot than what MIMs claims to be/

He can be my number one fun cause I spit hot/

Even his own mama can be dancing to my tunes/

I don’t give a raw deal I give the real deal/

I was here long before some MCs could hold a mic/

For get hold even spell the word Microphone/

Even before in Africa there was the cell phone/

They will fill me when am gone /

But I will have some for them to read and feed on/

Hardstone was never hard he just did his own thing/

I can really hate on anything that comes my way/

Like the liquor in a store to electronics on the shelf/

For life has been full of ish…………………

word to Mugabe

The brother calls himself the president/ to me he is one with so much dent/ it’s like lost his head after an accident / the thing is he never had one before/ how can one be daft with passion/ treating humans so wrong like its part of fashion/actually the whole land is under frustration/ he claims he is true for the nation / but please lets be real he cant be true in that position/ even in hell the devil will have no obligation/ but to send him straight to frustration/ Hussein was hunted but that man loved the nation/ how can we let such kinda human rule a nation/ indeed, he’s ill as any STD's or any sex disease/ just like some dirty rat looking for extra cheese/ we say we are African but I see none in him/ from a far I think he is still in evolution/ there is nothing in him that make man composition/ he is more of like a huge heap of vomit laying around/ I will not read and be silent / truth at any cost knows no silent/ ignorance I amt call it but Zim is total dilemma/ the poverty has cut across the land like crazy/ inflation is building homes like crazy/ it’s a curse to be in that nation/ when all is moving forward they are running backwards/ civilization never took place at Mugabe’s home/ if I was from that country I cant call it home/ home is meant to be swit but no it aint/ its bitter to be from that country/ I mean he is getting ready for war/ and people are getting ready to elect/ the man is too daft to intellect/ I will raise my voice and object/ he is like a house fly waiting over a meal well cooked/ talking of housefly : the ones in his country are staving/ this life there is more than surviving / its more of gapping, and struggling /Rhodesia was the land to be back then/ but now it’s the place not to be/how can we be so silent over this ?/ I feel our brothers in that land/ I wish I could have a helping hand / I cant dismiss the misuse and abuse Mugabe has done for the land/ but all I can do is let the world know that am affected by this / it hurts to read see over the news of the wrong happing to that land/we cant give up hope in that land/ there is hope and be have to believe/ he is an embarrassment to democracy/ killed the economy, nothing there to rip in the country/ soon the country will be a heap of garbage/ life’s a garbage but for Zim its more than that/ its like the idiot was cursed to that land/ he was instrumental in fight for independence but please/ he is fucked up more than he’s economy/ I see no reason to say we are free/ cause there is no freedom/ Zimbabwe needs more that Morgan to see it thru/ it used to be on knees now its on the belly and soon to be buried/ its like stupidity and failure were married in Zim/ I am disappointed lets tell all we feel for Zim needs our voices…………………………………………..

what's war words??

I am rhyme spiting, am beat jerking,/ sound kicking, am writing on a high level,/ I will lit asses like cigarette, and smoke em out,/ while your bitch will be cock sucking reminiscing on the ish you never gave her,/ dawg I murder you again, am natural and not any super cause I cant fit in those shoes,/ I got my own shoes, am E to the M I G double E,/ the only time you talk beef your at the butcher,/ I know am a dissector cause I will cut across with some hot rhymes,/ you walking around miming some nursery school lines./ Please none want to hang by the lines, we need some cool rhymes,/ I will tear you down like Hogan with is silk vests disaster in the ring,/ I will burn you off the mic till you wont find enough time to feel the pain,/ to me I’ll be on the gain doing and digging on with no vain, /you’ll always be a landmark in loss, you’re a mess like a country’s economic loss,/ the distance between you and I is like the difference between the USD and the ZD/ even with time you’ll never get the glimpse/ am like this that will bring distress/ and make you my bitch, mistress/ to sugar coat it just to stay impressed/ you’re so wrong in what you do even the abnormal cant have you,/you’re worst than a miracle baby from pastor deya,/ am here go and you’ll always find me there, /this is where I derive my pleasure / am more than the green man/ you know better than all the rest/ cause am a cut above the rest , the best/ I will give free styles just like freebies/ am own my own level I can even hook up young geez/ I cant hook up a whore from apple bees/ you got nothing that can make you one of us/ your far away from the real thing/ please got work in some home for the rhyme less/ for me my words are endless/ never shameless, and will make you useless/ never match up with me, cause am like a hurricane/ am fighting to meet big daddy kane/ this is me and how I am/ you flexxy ass nigga, you need discipline / and I will be the bad cop in this situation / there is no obligation , but you battling me is a motivation, and you got balls to face me/ its an obligation I gave you words in the first place for at this time you’d be at the last place/ listening my rhymes, I educate and then eliminate/ any fooling around will end up pooling around/ call it a feeling to be dissed by me for am the one/ it’s a privilege for you to face me off/ but the problem I lit you off, so next time see some specialist before you face off an MC like me in war of words!!

don't jerk my rhymes, ask how to do one and will be assisted to do so

Emigee's Ish!!

Do I have to be abusive or submissive

Do I have to be abusive or submissive to have attention that is not inductive; do I have to write the wrong and not the truth? Do I have to write party and life which does not exist, do I have to talk about bitches to get some crowd and talk about how fucked up they are, how they shake there booty at any given time in this world, even at war they will still shake there booty. I don’t need to talk about that, for everyone who has gone thru’ booty needs not to hear about it. The fake ass niggaz who feel they know booty are the ones who talk about it. I fail to understand what people really want, I can’t even get a comment, I have connected with the real world talking of the truth and all it brings to life, the sadness that feels our hearts, but no body seems to feel what I say even a comment to add up on the life struggles. People are all behaving like things are ok, and 90% of singers we have all talk about fantasy, and what they wish to be having, the real sense they are staving, and some are surviving after hiring cars and clothes to shot videos, what’s the point telling lies living in a world with no good, Africa is in crisis the majority are struggling me included, I thank God he gives me life to face each day with all I have. We all have dreams and they all come in true color but the thing is that life there is no color, its garbage and we have to dig to each day to find the good in it. Am with it because am real and not full of fantasy, am working for bare minimum, the gal I was with cant even afford the bare minimum, there is no real or good that can fall in place, I don’t write because I can do so I write the truth and it will for ever be. Some advice to the fake MCs be real talk the truth, stop the dream land, I woke up long ago, I stopped the sleep walk and not am following the dream and where I have reached I thank God for it. Am not rich and am not ashamed of that, life is a struggle and it will for eve be like that. Should I go crazy on my words talk abusive and bitches to be given some comments? Life’s fucked up and that’s the truth and I fuck bitches and I don’t talk about it. I talk of truth so that anyone who has to read can visualize and give thanks for where he or she is and make progress to make life better. Keep in mind there is a small percentage who can afford party once a week leave alone everyday. So if you’re waiting for me to make a party rhyme, maybe in heaven when the entire struggle goes away. So be real!!!

Emigee's ish

Africa Liberation Day 25th May

Africa Liberation Day 25^th May

In Africa we are proud and we always show it to the whole world. Indicating that black is power and all, that power we have is on no use to people like us who don’t have it, after so many years ever since the white man had left the land for us, we still behave like we are still in the colonial times. I still have so many tears, still survive in a land we call free. Where is the freedom we struggled for, the independence and the peace, was it for an individual or for the whole continent? We never develop we fall day by the day. Africa is in crisis that’s what we hear in the news all day, Zimbabwe is an embarrassment to the whole continent, democracy has failed to flourish in the land, politicians are thugs with no guns while robbing. They steal and leave you struggle. Its on the calendars, Africa Liberation Day May 25^th but what is it to me but just any other day in the year! If I think about this I tear, for I got so much fear there ain’t a reason to celebrate, we always regret and we never appreciate, the wrong has dominate and nothing good can stagnate, its like good and Africa is gone and will never be strong, I wonder why we keep going wrong. I see no liberation, I see frustration, miss-education. No work with dedication for the taxes are eating up our pockets each day, inflation is taking over this land with arrogance and no mercy for we choose to be that way, wasted. Kenya the struggle is power and wealth generation, in south Africa there is ethnic violence, discrimination. Brothers can’t even read and write yet they want to be given jobs to do! Development is biased, things are done on a one sided basis. Yowerri wants to die in presidency, Mugabe wants to make stupidity in presidency, where is the f**king democracy? Where is the reason to celebrate liberation in Africa? Akon sung mama Africa, for sure he has seen the potential being exploited by a few. We claim to be great why should we be silent when the continent is flaming? What will our kids say when they face a burnt up nation? Why do we always have to ask for aid? Or being independent means we survive on aid? I know we are on our knees and need the aid but why make it a habit? I see no reasons for this day and shy it should be a holiday, the fathers who came up with it are surely disappointed, we still hate each other, we still lazy and make no meaning, we leave in dreams and fail to state the facts, why do we have to mention parties and there is no reason to party? Kenyan MPs are busy with home comings while ignoring what the real issue is, we still got IDPs so many in camps. The share market is owned by the few rich dudes. The country is run by the few rich men. Over half the continent is drowned in poverty; we got no roads, no safety in place. Certain areas in Kenya feels like outa the country maybe in Somali, talk of the nation that has failed to have peace; Darfur is a war zone and a blood spot, we cant move if we have no governments we have no systems but people in place to control the work force. What liberation is that? We are still slaves to our African leaders, we’re enslaved by them and never to be free. I see no use to celebrate the liberation cause is no more in Africa, and we’re getting to era of darkness so F**k Africa Liberation Day

Emigee's ish

Don’t keep a whore in you home,

Don’t keep a whore in you home,

Some men worry when they are getting old, as its told/ its bad to be single and yet so old/ we end up keeping a whore in your home / she will suck dick that comes along/ even if it will be short or long/ it doesn’t matter if she’s sweet as Nia long/ if she’s a whore not good for home/ she will bring hell at home , and one day end up alone/ you need some chick with some good education/ so that she can get some good communication/ and can assist her to get some good occupation/ some thing that will keep her busy as bee in a hive/ everywhere she is turn it to a hive/ nigga we got a short life to live / to bring a bitch home to live/ you got to stay focus and not outa focus/ that’s what we compromised in the music world/ music is now a waste in this lost world/ we given thot to the sick line we here from lost generation/ in music there is no recreation/ it went thru’ the creation/and needs not regeneration/ let it be just how it is, free from the kapuka industry/ there is ignorance in the radio industry/ we toned down and we are keeping a whore down in our homes/ we forget the life lessons we learnt from the culture/ please save me the praise, for am here to raise the dead in the game/ just like Christ did in his times with no further mentioning names/ why do we always want to be last?/we can be fast, then first and not the worst/ please for sake of the industry lets embrace the culture/ for it has more to do with the future/ I got the scriptures and don’t listen to the debentures/ I got more that what you really want to follow/ please be hollow with reason/ to get the truth and live free/ it pays to be free and have a free way/don’t be fooled kapuka is like Delilah to the industry/ it will trap and destroy the industry/ am not doing what you call hate but wait/ am talking the truth don’t get a whore home/ for in a short while you’ll be gone, I mean done/gone by the wind like the furry flowers in the field, /kapuka is like a sex in the field, and a result of unplanned for pregnancy/ more of mediocrity bringing animosity / I see from any level and for that I can be like cool and Dre/ wait much better maybe Dr. Dre/compose a beat , write a rhyme and record a hit/ I drop by the beat, in this heat/ I feel like am in a pursuit and am running/ then if I stop kapuka will be gunning/ so I got to keep on with the campaign to obtain and contain/ with sometime I will be like the ODM movement / for am doing things one in a moment / please don’t keep a whore a housewife/ in short don’t support kapuka!!

Emigee’s ish

Project defame:

Project defame:

Well its another season to throw away talent, I call it project defame, cause I see no fame that comes along with it. We know persons who came from the projects and became famous, I start with Joseph Catagenna, I don’t to make so many examples and we all know that, the beer factory came with a winning plan to defame persons, because there is none who passed by there and made it to the next level, the number one abuses the position because we have judges who makes choices by faces and not by voice, it’s a wrong choice, we got the wacky ass persons in the project, the thing is in Africa we imitate and fail to initiate, we need to meditate on what really helps us, but we dwell on what kills us, we make wrong choices each time, we create opportunity and fail to initialize, please lets stabilize the systems and we will capitalize, please the beer factory hand picked an actor to judge voices what does acting has to do with singing, the only time he sings is when is on shower or maybe distressed in the loo, Ian Mbugua man get a life, you cant see the failure you have in some kids dreams, you lucky ass nigga the beer factory saw you and picked you like some raw malt in the fields, then please be useful in the field, just like the malt. If you got wife issues please see some psychologist you, need some probation, you raw ass nigga playing a judge, does it mean we cant find better persons to play judge or what is the beer factory trying to tell us, the nigga is skinny ass nigga, you look like you face some child molestation and so you want to transfer the situation, get over the life you have and be nice, I don’t even care why should you be nice, its project defame, the previous one gave us a winner who cant even sing the anthem, did an album that I have never seen, there was a second one and a third one who I don’t know what they do one did some songs in mother tongue, pliz we are multi-linguistic that’s why am writing this so that you can read and initialize, then idolize you sick crew, there is other one who needs to meet with the MNET look alike group, I saw the Pain in him get real and get focused. After the pain it came to a Tee, nigga your big and need some work out you’ll die a heart failure, back to Ian, why do you have a letter name? did you mum lack names to give you? Your name sounds like a car error in some West African language, then back to the north it sounds like telling kids naked needs to be washed, ok back to the event project defame, you play the role of Christ that you can never be, you can give advice that can help. The song you probably know in the past is “we camu by Nakitare”, I saw your skinny ass dancing that song and you mastered the words so that you can sing it every morning when your stroking yourself in the bath room, the most recent song you know is number zako by the flexxy boy with the none fleshy rhymes, you got no tone or a voice to sing, I’d beat you by the sound of my fart, for it will hit a high note before you think singing, for to you to sing you need a bathroom and some soap which may not be there on the stage, I think you just hit puberty stage, cause you ain’t acting your age, your age mates are maybe ins some bar teasing some bar maid, the project is already defamed so please leave it to the ones who understand to play, you are a novice and that’s where you’ll always stay in that level. Am hard and am not ashamed of that I will always kick like my grand dad last name was lee, I spit better than the walalo from Eastleigh. You think you can face me please do but you have to come in some fire fighting suit for I flame like furnace, hotter that a black cat from hell. I will knock you off like William tell, trust me when done you wont tell for I leave no evidence but you’ll be past like the post election violence, I will wound your career and molest you, kill you career till it wont have enough time to sketch a will!!!

Emigee's ish

the Press Conference

Ladies and gentlmen io welcome you the cwachee news listings, I called the press conference to set the record straight, and not to be seen as bait, and to let the whole world know we will never be on the wait, because hip hop has so much weight to be on the wait. It’s been so insultive and abusive on how persons have been insensitive about hip hop and its extensive thots, music has lost reason and true meaning in the society, it’s attacked just like cavity, and rendered hip hop dead, am here to give a press statement the hip hop is alive and busy like bees in a beehive. We are out to build it to support it and make it grow with no harm or danger to it, we will declare a mass protest to protect the and redirect, we will not sit and watch the game being abused and misused, for we will stand for the truth and the good is gives, for it lives and will always will, am the future and we will stand for what we believe in, how can some sick music flood the market and give no airtime to the real thing, persons in camps, known as the IDPs, there are some dying with the STDs, its like having some extra cheese and there is one with no cheese at all. Why do musicians paint a wrong image all the time? Giving party to society that knows none of that, we ain’t parting we are in pain why cant we talk of that the true things affecting the nation, things are on the minimal, ppl are treated like criminals, and some treated like animals, get the fact straight kapuka has no breading zone in this industry, is a disgrace to the whole society, it disrespects the music that was made good for us to change us, to give comfort and give us hope and educate us, I here by declare war on abusive music, on ideas placed on tracks with no direction, as I said am an erection of hope in this land and I will always do this to the whole world with love, I got love and that why am having this press release and you will realize I will help stress release, get ease and be free, I kick a verse and speak the truth, no hate but love, I may speak the truth and sound like hate but am more that hate am like the medicine to the plague called kapuka, I read its like getting high on sambuka, but that is that am free in a move and never failing none, you’ll wait for me to backslide but you will get it all wrong cause I never will as its written in my will is nil to fall back and fail, all I know is this and it will always be round the clock. I know you never read or heard anything happy from me but I got reason, for there is no happiness in any season, everybody gone kapuka and we are missing the point, I sat on the block with real men and its like am all alone, at times I hear what’s played on radio and I feel like dying the next minute, the system is getting worse minute every minute, anybody loops a beat its get an airplay, the radio has no justice on airplay, no real music with some sense is given airplay. Am I going to sit and complain about the radio station, a place with no professionals, is become like football in Kenya with no professionals. The DJs play no acknowledgment for the mixtapes; the Art was developed for the mixtapes. The culture is run by persons of no reasons, it feels bad when they call Nakitarie as a hip hop artist, man that’s cold, for just how its told, it really sound so old and with no direction I cant even describe genre he sings, there is one who’s name is sounds like vegetable, man am falling sick by the moment and am out I represent the streets for boys at home could not give me the street music that we looked for. It getting dimmer just like rice on a simmer with no fire on it will never get along, for as long there are quacks in the industry we will never get along, and am all alone just like a kid who’s alone and does not get along with the baby sitter, am playing the of hip hop sitter for its a lot safer besides me for I keep it alive. It’s the reason of my well being for it taught me all I knew, for some niggaz blew, it away when it came to teach how can one proclaim something he has no sense on history about. don’t run about talking about the game, for the block was hot for the game he went commercial, am doing this not for commercial but for the love I have for it, am not looking for fame for it will come smooth and along and flow along its been a long talk for that what I will always do, keep to the flow and grant all well. Thanks for the time, for it’s now done and its official we are on a mass action to eradicated crap music.

Emigee's ish

My rep

My rep is impeccable, so irreplaceable, so I can’t gamble, for it to stumble. That does not mean I humble just like a candle I will burn for as long as I can handle, I don’t break so I will never dangle. So to those who thot I’ll be in dark, sorry I got my mantle, and for this game I will never mishandle, I can be a better game sitter for this pressure I will handle. My intention is never to crumble, I want to be the one who can offer this game some cuddle, posse it no huddle, and make it leave longer than a yodle, I’ll make ideas not to be swindle but to be acceptable, man its so unbelievable there are few who can handle this game, its just no name and it may come with fame, it needs to be in some hall of fame and not to be defamed, I hate taking advantage to defame like project defame, the so called winners never got fame I cant even mention if it was fame or just to defame. Real talent cant stand before a judge for it cant be judged if one does it becomes misjudged and the real thing is kick out. The politicians can’t handle me for am the truth and I need no proof, I got more guts than a samurai sword could cut, am spitting like a snake in the bush and kicking like the haters for bush, hush!!! sometimes I fear myself for I got no control over myself, if I can battle myself then who can even face me, we got so much time to waste and we never notice when we cant stand the waste, its like a top model losing her waist and the show comes in two days, she will call it a waste. I hate to hate but then again what will help the hate stop, there is nothing good to say, I got talent and I cant record for someone feels I need to talk about bitches, and parties, to me when am having a fuck is when I see panties, so why sing about bitched and parties, lets be real life is never a party, the budget is to be read I know we will keep on surviving till the day we drop. There is no honesty thus increase the poverty, death toil grows insecurity grows and all good goes, my rep is so precious I cant defy it all I will do is to define it, and from all my words it can be seen, if you feel am obscene then next time try not to be keen, for I will speak the truth with no candy coat, if its too much please take a boat and in the middle of the ocean take a dive, or you can stick your head in the beehive. I got dreams to build a great building like the empire state building, but who will hook me up to bet to that dealing, in poverty we are the leading, but still we don’t care and there is no one to dare, my rep is my director, and I will an erector of hope to mankind. So I got to watch my rep, am the truth…….

Emigee's ish

It felt so good, it was so real….

It felt so good, it was so real….

It felt so good, just the way she made me feel, and in my inner soul she made me tick. She held my heart and made me breath. In my own reflection of the dream gal I want, she so was, swit and cool.

I remember the very first time I saw her face, I never thot she would sweep me off my feet, with time she gave me the heat and it felt like running away from pursuit. I was all like who is she, what’s her name, where does she come from? I was moved by her but not on the first look, I was like I can make it, given some time I’d be with her. I gave myself some time to know her and she turned to be the switest person I ever had for a while. We rolled as friends and did movies and hang out like mostly every day. did things that made us close and built us to a strong union better than the workers union, she stood by me, she helped me when in need. actually I found a friend in deed, I got comfort and trust from her, she gave me every reason to be close to her, the feeling felt so nice and it became part of me, time went Mase and salvation broke up we were still together JLo got married twice we were still together. I saw no end in what we had, and I dint want to make it hard, by pushing for a commitment that would place us apart, I could not stand the men who wanted her, but I was not able to open up and speak up my mind. I was ending up with her to a level that we would relate as a sister but I wanted a life partner from her, I felt like a reflection of her then I must be fly because her light shines so bright like ice when kept on the freezer all night. The feeling in me...

it felt so good, just the way she made me feel, and in my inner soul she made me tick. She held my heart and made me breath. In my own reflection of the dream gal I want, she so was, swit and cool.

I felt this cause she was the truth, I don't need to say this in the booth, for she was so real and I loved the way she made me feel. I had felt like I saw her back in the days, we didn’t intend to keep on with announcements as Jay and B cause for us l it was meant to be, she accepted my proposal and I saw a wife, a mother of my kids and a family. I knew her for so long and it felt like God gave me my desire, it was truly my pleasure to share her company, and God gift to breathe was in her. I loved the way my mama bonded with her it was swit and out of question. she could make me so mad and turn around and kiss me so softly, she would talk so gently, gave me hope and it was never accidental, knowing her was incidental and so swit. All we shared was like a lesson and each lesson was a blessing, it was like praising and singing every morning. We had to come up with a day and set the big day. It was all joy and love who could see this coming, and then I thank God for all he did. In deed he blessed us and we were to get old with each other side to side. She made me responsible and focused, saved me from the dangers of the world. she was the truth and the truth needs no proof, I loved the way she spoke to me, I loved the way she had brilliant thots, I loved the way she treated my mama, I loved her hair how it rolled down to her back, I loved her in every way that a man can love a woman which was unconditional....

it felt so good, just the way she made me feel, and in my inner soul she made me tick. She held my heart and made me breath. In my own reflection of the dream gal I want, she so was, swit and cool.


It’s sad how things end, for I never saw this end. It came so sudden and am so sadden by how this went. I lost the best thing in my life the mother of my kids. The life partner I ever had. We loved and shared all we ever had. Nothing could break us but death had to take her away, at times I feel like am loosing it but then her voice speaks to me and tells me to hold on. its kills me softly with every heart beat, thinking she can't see how her man's living and holding on am like is there an address up in heaven, I send her some mail to let her know how its hard. There ain't no substitute for the truth for she was the truth that I knew all my life. This world has proven to be so cold, life without her make me feel so old. It feels like a tale told but I’m missing every moment we hard. She’s been my strength the only hope I had, I hope you'll be my guardian to see me thru' this cold world. its been hard to hold on. I did hold on to you when you were to be buried, I guess you saw that. Our kids are missing mama. I can’t replace you. I will forever be in tears; I lost the most adorable thing in my life. All I will do is to pray and hope for a miracle. For God gave me you and he took you away from me. Keep talking to me it keeps me in balance, your voice gives me hope to hold and when I’m about to break down I hear your voice telling me to hold on. I miss so much about us. I cant keep on with writing for it is doing no good to me, and I miss us and....

it felt so good, just the way she made me feel, and in my inner soul she made me tick. She held my heart and made me breath. In my own reflection of the dream gal I want, she so was, swit and cool.

Emigee's ish
Niggaz get lonely too...... i miss you gal!! i dedicate this to you!!

The game is frustrated

The game is frustrated

I get to studio they say am complicated, my ideas so great and meditated, so dedicated and not lies saturated, the good music has been eradicated, anything whack get BET nominated, MCs speak no sense and with lie saturated, the real thing is neglected, and never distributed, the sick rhymes flood the airwaves, I feel so frustrated, the real hip hop is frustrated and this is extended, how can some one have six bars on a track four minutes?(MIMs) This is going down minute after minute, Nas had a point when he said hip hop is dead, its not dead but reached a dead end, its lost the head and hence no lead, its wounded, bruised and on a death bed. Am trying hard to give it breath, some life to keep it going you know, I was like it cant die for its more that a genre, it’s a culture, I can see it fall I will write till the day I drop, cant wait for they I’ll pop, all I have is just hope that some day it will cope and get back on the road. This like facing a sentence with no trial and your innocent, in jail without a cent, I write rhymes each day and never made enough cents, studios wont record for they say am too hard on the mic, am like please take a hike, on the mic am like iron mike, the teacha just like the preacher, am hear like Paul to reach ya, am frustrated but I can still spread the word, I need disciples to give me a step up so that I can step up the campaign to step up the hip hop, am coming thru’ for I bring a revelation, I got no objection and my obligation is to complete the mission and vision of hip hop with out omission, the game is frustrated and lets not kill it completely there’s hope and all seams to have a clear end and there will be no dead end. Hip hop lives on I will never be gone, am always on and on each day am like the lite of the dyeing candle as I said before am wit an amazing gift I treasure and will always will. Be free and set the records straight, am never smiling on tracks for I find no reason to do that, things fall apart just like that, am waiting for a new day free from the police and all the things that a black man fears, am real and will never be the opposite, am like the scientists who never give up, cross bread any thing that comes in sight, am not in any fight its just sometime I feel like am battling myself, Em against Gee or the other way, I feel like a mineral am iconic I need a chemical symbol I will call myself EM, and not like them (who)Eminem, dude deprives he’s dawgs they are dope on the mic, but hang around him like his groupies, lemme stop hating, I don’t want to keep boys waiting for another classic rhymes that falls anywhere any way trust am tears the game is wasted, to MIMs f**k off, you ain’t hot

Emigee’s ish

My dream comes true

My dream comes true

People leave each day, asking for hope and it feels bad and hopeless, we have burdens every day, but we end up careless, we wonder what always goes wrong for we strive to be stress less. You know live like some puppies always have been taken care of. I thank God for he seen through this mean world. Kept me free from the hush world, taken me from a pit to a higher place. I trust in him. Every little boy in life always want has a dream gal, we see the gals on the life magazines, and wish for one who could meet the limit or even wish for the one on the cover magazine. You come to realize they don’t exist at all, they can never be but halt I have one of the kind who blesses a nigga who shows me love more than what I can bare. She is determined, blessed and always cares for me. At that time I was loosing hope she gave me hope. I live among men with the dream gal in there life, she is like the Colombian queen, she does all I love making her look like my twin, a nigga is blessed beyond recognition, I feel like a new motor on ignition, I get how Kelly felt on the ignition. She’s gangster and never whines like a bitch, she is always up on her feel to impress the world and back at home she impresses my world, I built my word around her and she plays guard so well over me. It’s like saying a prayer to God and he gives you what you just wanted, I will speak like Paul and the good news fro trust I got the good news, I know hay is made when the sun shines but for me I think am feeding on my gain, with much less strain, for there is no gain with no strain or pain, the main thing is gain, with the rock on her hand I think I will have gained so much, am not disease or even displeased, am pleased with what I have I can dance and tap my feet all day for am blessed beyond recognition. Its my admission for how I feel, I knew love way back when SWV hit the airwaves and Rover was the only SUV, am now showing it sharing it and above all loving it, you can at time read and see love I don’t hate in all I write for am always right, even if I sit on the left side am always right. Am never the worst nor the last am the first and always the best

Blasphemy

Blasphemy

Lemme introduce myself am like pastor living by the holy word written by the inspired directed by the defined Lord am here to bring this good news and I will do it and not like pastor deya but am always there, let you know am a scholar. In Genesis he is the creator of heaven and earth, gave us authority to control this earth, from no form he made it be just like that he did the miracle, in exodus he is the path finder, the route maker, the deliverer so the promised land, made them walk to hope in the promise land, he sets is land and sets us free, he had so much love for us so in Leviticus he drafts the constitution that constitutes all the general laws to guide us, told us what to eat and what to do, he’s loving. In number he worked with figures, he knew things will fall in figures, census had began back then in time due to figures and learn how to plan, he had so much in store so he had to deal with some great figure, he’s the planner and he knew what was best for us, so political he appointed leaders judges to take control of the land giving responsibility to mankind after the struggle with them, in Joshua and its 24 chapter it was war and man was in charge, gave Joshua responsibility to lead the people of God after Moses dies, he confirms he will always be there to see us thru’ in any state we’re in. judges and Ruth he works in them by example he shows what he can do, what level he can reach and areas he can teach, please he’s the best for he will always reach out for us and never feel left out, or even locked out, he works thru’ men and women, he makes no choices but works, in the two books of Samuel and the twos of kings, he is the supreme, he gives power just by the hour, David kill goliath and takes over Israel from Saul with the assistance of God, he makes his choices for the leaders he wants for persons, he’s like the genie when you need it fulfills every dream you wish for and all you need to do is believe in him, chronicles, Nehemiah Ezra and Esther, he’s wonders comes in great figures, he got a following that’s so unspeakable, Oh lord you’re so unbeatable your so able cant be opposed cant be reduced or even deduced, we speak of kings your king of all kings, we talk of lords your lord of all lords, we see some good rhyme from the main poet books of the holy word that is Job and Psalm, then a word of advice come along with that in the book of Proverbs, man the lord loves giving advice from any section of the word, Ecclesiastes and songs of Solomon we see the art of love being displayed in poetry, we all started from that, they are better than any rhyme written today by the so called R&B singers all you do is rub and Be for they can make some good R&B I mean rhythm and blues, you read you end up feeling blue, King Solomon would make a good King of R&B, a Pimp call it any name you’d feel. He was smooth than what we call now smooth, having all those women was not an easy work, God gave him wisdom for he asked for and for us we just have to ask for, Isaiah, Jeremiah, lamentations, Ezekiel, then Daniel amazed people, he stuck with things that feed on people, the Leo Panthera what was called by the most educated. God was in the place working as usual. I don’t want to tell a bible story but I have made progress with the over 60 seconds bible recital. I got my inspiration from the verse writing in the bible and soon I will be with so much than the bible, my books will come twice just like some of the books that came twice, being a reference for all the good in the world. I seen so much and trust me I cant mislead this world, I got so much pain in my mind I want to make t better for this world that’s a taste of the old testament, these are my statements and I have said them how they are meant to be stated, God be blessed

Emigee's ish

I'm infinite

I’m infinite like zero over zero, and better than sub Zero, am not trying to be a hero/no cant be that but I will keep the struggle on wait till I can have some bitches around, to dance to my sound, for am more than being spell bound, I cast a spell back then and there was no lights, then the next thing kapuka was no more, for a second I saw hope but it was for a while, I don't like to talk about this for the last time it was like smoking a wet cigarette, and in the rain reading a gazette. I was here long before CD replaced cassettes. I did my recording on them recorders, and was so keen on the revelation of hip hop which ended up wounding the real thing, every one gone commercial, if I was running an elimination show I’d eliminate so many persons starting with the bugger who did “this is why am hot” he’s colder than ice that was on the freezer all nite, he ain’t tight, I cant even stand him some pliz hand me a stool to sit on. I have set tracks on blaze doing my own mixtapes, am soldier. Living by the street code, understand all taught by the teacha. I stand by the rule of the game, I sound like I got no love, I do its just the distress a nigga has been thru’ all his life, bitches ain’t bugging me. I got more in store than them to think about. i got them have the adrenaline they see me freeze cause they cant even predict what move I’ll make, am invincible, not so predictable, I can write rhymes any where I go, they’ve become like freebies, I don’t need a whole year to do my own album I can do in a nite and call it done. Am like the human encyclopedia. I can flood the whole media, and flood the world top ten. Am like a disease cause the kapuka lovers dis-ease, if you feel displeased shut your ears please am real, I will make a beat compose a rhyme and record a hit, am the next plague that will hit this land scare away the one hit songs on the public, am way stronger and firmer than what you ever thot of. Am the next neo like in the matrix, deadly to all like the traitix, where I go thru there ain’t anything left to have for I take all. You can read and hear see am not a novice it obvious with this I will be a disgrace to the genge and kapuka world. I rip off like safaricom profits, my proceeds can make the world come to a stand still, am like composing the bible for I got so much verse and I don’t need to rehearse a verse before its out. I can dominate but I want to meditate, eradicate the state of the music in this nation, as I said before I can do this for a long time, so am doing a book for my fun base