my music is redirected, it feels like is interpreted, like its so intersected, directed to change the youth from what they get injected from some drugs, man its unbelievable to kids puffing drugs, calling themselves names of drug lords they maybe but still like the underdogs. I bring hope to this world, yet am still the one who’s seen as a mess, I can’t figure out why hip hop is disregarded. It’s like committing crime, bills being passed in parliament to sensor what we say, come on we changed and embrace the goodness of mankind, I got hope for this is the only way we can teach the lost who love this kind of music. I don’t write about clubs and whores, dance and things of that kind for I can’t even think about it. I write sense what affect us and haunt us in the society, I have the good news more verses I write, it’s going bigger than the bible, am never deprived of the words to write new idea everyday to make my verse hot, to flame like furnace. Am invented and not discovered, when I hit the air waves I will scar any ear that will listen to me. Am addictive just like dope, you will hear and read my words and will never fall away, am doing my fun club a favor by writing a book, not another sad love story like LL cool J’s book but something with reason like the Gospel of Hip Hop done by the teacha. The society cant handle me for my ideas will send many to jail, suspend, destroy what they have stole from us. like
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hehehehehe,sawa
Oh n u cn join www.africanhiphop.com kuna a section for kenyan hip hop. . .its new so join n check ish out.
@ del : kijana ebu get uself into the cypher hapo kwa section ya kenyan hip hop. .
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