Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Juliani Was Right in every way

I have read an article which is kinda throwing shade to what Juliani did on doing response to Khaligrah dis song. I am looking at this from a point of a hip hop scholar; I have spent most of my life studying hip hop as a culture and as a genre in music. I will give a small history of what hip hop means, it’s more of an intelligent movement. Hip mean to know, Hop mean a movement, we give credit to KRS One and Cool Herc opening the doors and crafting this genre of music. Without them we would not have this amazing word play of art on tracks. They paved way for the new generation artists from BIG, Tupac, Jay Z, Dr. Dre and the list is endless. Hip Hop has been raised in a battle and its deeply rooted in the battle field. It’s been an issue of what content prevails. In the 80s and early 90s the content you have is what made your music sell. Over the period artists paid concentration on what they had to put on the table and work on delivery. We know Easy E was not dope on writing and Cube did so much of ghostwriting for him, he worked on delivery and with time he could write. Memphis Bleek, his debut album Jay Z did most of the writing for him, this is because content is key in hip hop. Any great MC has to be baptized and that is done in a battle, it makes him/her better in writing and content development. Juliani is doing is responsibility as a hip hop head to keep that in place. KRS One is known to be a battle MC and he would tear anything down that came his way, it dint condemn him, I mean he is a lecture at Harvard University.

So we need to appreciate what Juliani did, I have been fan since day one when with Ukoo Flani. Truth be told Juliani is the second and most successful phase of Hip Hop in Kenya. Kalamashaka introduced Hip hop in the 254 and they showed us this this can work, this is with the likes of Hardstone. KKK did what most guys found impossible and they made it clear to be part of them it was more of what content do you have, Ukoo Flani was formed and these guys had tones of music with chizen Brain on the beat all they did was spit rhymes. Mashifta, Wenyeji, Wakamba Wawili, Juliani, Vigeti and the list is endless of amazing MCs were introduced to the industry. From K south we had Bamboo and Abbas; these are the fathers of this game. They kept the flow real and with amazing delivery.

Juliani did something which most of those artists could never do, he took Hip Hop to the boardrooms and commercialized it, and he paved way to the new generation artists who feel they own the non-existence kingdoms. He figured ways of how to make money from the amazing art he mastered; he has kept it fresh and not compromised the quality of his music. Religion aside, Juliani has a right to bring sanity to what he started and has been a successful story, he has shown us that you can spit dope rhymes and make money from it. He has mentored so many and changed lives. For someone to just step in and feel like he is nothing even for me will not go down well. Above all he is a child of battle rap and we can’t change that. He dint watch Chris brown try rap and picked the mic, he was taught by greatest. He understands the art of Rap and what it’s all about. Like a father he spoke the truth, he did not dis anyone he said the truth on the track Lord Forgive Me. He kept it 100 and that is what hip hop is all about, there is nothing wrong with speaking a truth.

A child cannot go raising his hand to his father, that’s a taboo and that child has to be punished.

Monday, March 9, 2015

White flag

I'm sitting here with my head down,
This guitar soaked in my tears, it will drown. 
I never raise a white flag, seems all is down. 
I never thought it would reach where it is. 
I was once told a white flag is saying it's them. 
At some point it's running out of choices so it remains them. 
Nothing is as bad as fight a lost battle or running a lost race. 
I have kept my clean sheet and done a good race. 
I have lost the battle and its no more the race. 
With my head down and socked book, the journey continues. 
I'm like a dog I don't speak but I understand. 
 I wish it would be  different and for once my smile be patient. 
Maybe life is never what we expect and we got to struggle some more. 
It's good to be in love, but what good does it bring if you don't get the same? 
In this battle at what point do you say it's enough and you got to fight? 
Or is it the case of the white flag? 
A white flag may mean you forever a slave and not necessarily free. 
I have had my defenses so high and i had a reason to be like that. 
The world exposes you to bad moments we end being defensive with everything. 
How can something feel so real yet it's not? 
I sit with my head down and with a soacked handkerchief I'm more confused than before. 
They say the rains fall after the sun. 
And in the sun we make hay when it's all up. 
In me I hold a heavy heart for I have lost a battle. 
As I Bury this white flag on the ground, I do it with hesitation. 
I never fail but I take this as a man and move on. 
I just never thought this would be here. 
It feels like I'm in a sand storm and i dont know when it will end. 
God who creates both the storm and I will keep me alive. 
I got eye bags not coz of lack of sleep coz of brightness of the flag. 
I have once again in a long time lost again. 
All I will do is raise my white flag and acknowledge defeat. 

This is just different.... 

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Pray for the bear

Life can be a total BS,
You keep consistency and you good look but it’s never enough.
I am fighter and I keep what I value and I share my good will with all.
If I get into a fight with a bear,
Pray for the bear because
I am competitive and that’s my nature and I don’t call it quits.
At times the hard work you put the firewood you add in the fire to keep the fire up,
Someone just pours water to it. It can be very frustrating.
So many times I felt I place my weight on a rocking chair and call it a retirement,
Then I pick up myself and dust my shoulder and I keep the fire on.
I feel like I exhausted the number 23 and made a comeback with 45,
One thing I realized its not the number I wear it’s the spirit in me that counts.
I have a goal to attain and I will keep the focus,
Even if my defense checks in and I feel like fuck the world.
I am bigger than what I imagine I am.

I make impossibilities into possibilities by the grace of God.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Get low: Verse 1

This is an old time verse back in the day, Get low the single Verse 1. I was raw and rough on the mic the attraction that made me an Emcee


I am a lyricist by profession/
I take over what we call pos-session/
its not an abomination /
its more like a concentration /
to bring about arbitration /
if the rap game is falling we blame on the whack mcs of the possession/
please look at my position/
am rhyme spiting with no obligation /
and the radios are playing discrimination /
man I f eel like it’s a f**king abortion/
the whack mcs cant go beat jerking and claim possession /
this is the true restoration/
if you don’t feel me I will make you feel like after an ejaculation/
wasted like working for no compensation /
g**g* ain’t fitting its like an apology from a condom production/
hip hop is here like a resurrection/
and we taking it over with no obligation/
this is a winning com-bi-nation/

Thursday, October 2, 2014

a new begining



It is a new year for me, 
a new beginning but I kicked off this year on a wrong note. 
This has to just change. 
I have lived my life with very few things to appreciate, 
been bitten too many times and this has to just stop. 
I never go for the best I settle for what fits. 
I am so done doing this, I can be settling for what is available. 
My homeboy Jay says “don’t be good be great” 
I just don’t want to be good I want to be great. 
I am so done being second and being secondary. 
I will be great and I will be number one.
Cut the chase and own the space. 
My struggle goes to my son he is the only one I owe an explanation to.
i wont kiss ass anymore, bitches dont appreciate they drain.
nothing you do goes appreciated, just criticized.
happy new year to me, that's whats up!  

Friday, February 14, 2014

word up Nick

hey bro,

its been a while, i hope you holding up well and heaven is a great place.
i am here trying to figure out how to deal with this life.
i know you watching so you know the deal, i have made several mistakes
and they are keeping me down by the day, ask God to give me another chance
i feel like i need a new page in life and start over the right way.

all in all, nothings happening that will make headlines, same old same old
i have gotten at peace since you left, i know you in a better place.
it took me a while but you always in my memories like every other time
i was just dropping some words to show you i miss you
keep the party going until we meet again bro.

Friday, September 27, 2013

another year another challenge

i know it I'm never perfect i don't strive to
this is the reality and I cant just let it to
I was hoping i would be at different place than this
all in all i give God thanks for the life that i live
each day comes with new challenges in life
i thank him for life i have lived and as i turn a new year
i will toast in the air and say cheers to me.
nothing much to celebrate about but i will just do
God's given me another year to face life
my prayer is he grants me a better year than before
i will praise you in my sorrow and my dark days
its an amazing gift i got "life"
Happy birthday to me and may God bless me!

Monday, May 13, 2013

Risen again and get this aint blasphemy



It’s too late but I learnt not to regret
I feel like a bullet pierced my heart
I don’t regret but this pain is pushing me to
I found this and I can’t even have a word for it
It was amazing; they say the best hurts the most
Shit I feel like OJ on the murder trail
Just before the harmer feel to pass the verdict
The most annoying thing I made it an addict
Damn I am so addicted like a junkie
Never wanted to be in this state of a junkie
Too late I’m hooked and I feel like a mess
The good I shared damn I just miss
I feel like I put my middle finger high
Say it loud I don’t give a fuck
But this time I do give a fuck
Damn they say the good hurts the most
I feel like a needle in a hay stuck lost!
I need to be found cause I don’t wanna fade to black
I was not called Emigee by chance,
I am a survivor, I walked the storms
And I will keep my head high, never beaten
I walk again from the low point I shall arise
This is the fucking haters who want me gone
Like Jay z I will hit the ground bounce like round ball
I wont fall, I will say it kiss my black ass I shall rise
From your shadows I will keep high
Consider me risen again and get this aint blasphemy

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Momma's Day



Momma loves me, pop loves me
But this is for mums she loves me
she fed me, and she dressed me
Nyawitta raised me, and whether right or wrong
that’s my hood and gave me the right and the wrong
Momma there changed my nappies
Found me in the wrong always punished me
I can never trade anything I got from her
I was a kid all I knew was just her
The queen she is I was her prince
Cleaned my ears, washed my hair
Made sure I was neat every time I went out
My shoes polished, my clothes pressed
Damn mama you spoiled me
I made friends introduced them to mama
She treated them her own kids
So kind, so loving momma you awesome
In the dark you told me stories
Made feel I was stronger than I felt
I am lucky to have a momma
I go on my knees and I thank God
In her I found reason to life and smile on my face
I keep thinking of 9 months before September 29th
She carried me and 30 years later she still loves me
Momma loves me, thanks for the love
I will always adore you.
This mama’s day I celebrate you
I would not have been here without you
My number one hero, mad love mum