this nigga with two tops...

This is a story of a nigga with two tops
They call a t shirt and a shirt two tops.
I open up my curtain I see these two cops,
Wait this feels like some episode in boondocks
I really don’t like the idea of the two cops
Then I hear some noise like two knocks
This seems to be coming from the two cops
Are they assuming I may be the nigga with two tops?
Or maybe knowing this nigga with two tops
I open the door I see these two cops
Asking questions: like where is the nigga with two tops?
And goes further to say a t shirt and a shirt are two tops
I ain’t saying nothing to these two cops
I ain’t going to snitch for the nigga with two tops
They say I am acting conspiracy for the nigga with two tops
The next thing I see them swing is these two cuffs

It’s the two cops, it’s the two cops
Looking for this nigga with two tops, with two tops
They are taking me down for the sake of the nigga with two tops
It’s the two cops, it’s the two cops!

Am like damn why me for the nigga with two tops?
And why show me the two cuffs?
Or am I that bad that I need two cuffs?
I am thinking while away who will check my two cats?
This is for sure unfair why me for the nigga with two tops?
Then in this shit we here some two shots
I am thankful for it’s like I am not leaving with the two cops
Guns are drawn off by the two cops
Looking for the direction of the two shots
This would be great time for Hennessey two shots
All I see is run from my two cats
Scared for they know guns from the two cops
I can’t even figure the direction of the two shots
Seems all is clear for these two cops
Back to me with the silly two cuffs
Seems like I headed away with these two cops.

It’s the two cops, it’s the two cops
Looking for this nigga with two tops, with two tops
They are taking me down for the sake of the nigga with two tops
It’s the two cops, it’s the two cops!

Here I am at the station with two cops
The general thinks am this nigga with two tops
And he tells me he will give me two shots
I am like am no nigga with two tops and why two shots
Then he is told I am not this nigga with two tops
But I may know where he is by the two cops
I am like I don’t know no nigga with two tops
All I saw was in the news of this nigga with two tops
Who is being looked for by you cops
The next thing at my door I see these two cops
I even left my pets these two cats
Damn why mistake me for the nigga with two tops
I know nothing about a nigga with two tops
So let me go home and feed my two cats
My words can’t delver me from these cops
And it’s like I will spend a night away from my two cats.

It’s the two cops, it’s the two cops
Looking for this nigga with two tops, with two tops
They are taking me down for the sake of the nigga with two tops
It’s the two cops, it’s the two cops!

let's be real with Christ

Read and understand the words I am saying
If you don’t the knowledge you have will be shrinking
I speak the truth and will leave you all thinking
He is Jesus Christ ones on the cross and was dying
Looked and the cross when he died and total misery
It was a cold day in the great world of Christianity
The great thing he’s awake and the cross is history
He is free so I don’t get why we bow down to history
The cross was used to administer capital punishment
That was how it was done by the roman government
I wonder why in churches we still have crosses on the wall
We have some hanging on our necks, we are limiting Christ
He is free so don’t have the crosses everywhere we go
What if he was shot with a bullet from a gun?
Would we have them small golden guns hanging as chains?
What if he was hanged on a tree as a way of death?
Does it mean we will have trees being bow downed to?
What if the Roman government used and electric chair?
Does it mean we will still have him trapped on the chair?
Why can’t we accept and celebrate that Christ loved us
So that we can stop having idols on crosses we bow for
Jesus is in heaven and up there I know he is not on a cross
That was history and from it there is a beginning in life
He came to save and set us free so please lets set him free,
We cant be free for we still think of Christ on the cross
Think of him after the cross and he lives to keep us safe
For that’s what’s up for sure... Emigee’s speaks it...

I wish (Nick Were Odoyo)

[Intro]

Yo…

Nick…

Been sitting here thinking about the old days, man

Running these streets… laughing… dreaming…

Never thought I’d have to write something like this for you

Real ones never die though…

[Hook ]

I wish time could fall back

So I could change all that

You were never supposed to leave me alone like that

Now I’m staring at the memories we had

I wish I could see you again

Ride through the city again

I know you looking down saying, “bro, just hold on”

But every day you gone still feels so wrong

[Verse 1]

Nick, we really came from nothing together

Young kings in the rain, trying to survive any weather

From the block to the dreams, always down for whatever

Now I’m looking at your pictures trying to hold it together

Remember rolling through the city hand in hand?

Talking ‘bout the future like we already had plans

You told me, “One day we gon’ make it, my man”

Now I’m tripping ‘cause you never got the chance

Same jokes, same hunger, same old laughs

Now I sit alone thinking ‘bout the past

For the years we had, that bond ain’t average

Real brotherhood, not the type you practice

You never put nobody over loyalty

That’s why your name still means royalty

And every time I think about the day you left

Feels like God took a piece of me with Him

[Hook]

I wish time could fall back

So I could change all that

You were never supposed to leave me alone like that

Now I’m staring at the memories we had

I wish I could see you again

Ride through the city again

I know you looking down saying, “bro, just hold on”

But every day you gone still feels so wrong

[Verse 2 ]

You were supposed to grow older with me

Hit the stage and take over with me

Talk dreams while we cruising the streets

Now I pour pain in these beats for relief

Man, we had plans bigger than the hood life

Late nights talking ‘bout kids and good wives

Grey beards watching our sons outside

Now I’m asking God why you had to die

My son gon’ grow and only know your face through photos

That thought alone got my heart moving solo

You would’ve been the uncle making birthdays special

Now I’m fighting tears every time I remember

We prayed together, cried together

Sat in church asking why life got pressure

Hit the pub, laughed loud through the struggle

Real brotherhood… survived every trouble

People say, “Gee, just live on”

But they don’t know I die every second you gone

Still I stand, still I write these songs

Hoping somewhere you can sing along

[Bridge ]

Ayo Nick…

I hope heaven got space for real ones

‘Cause if loyalty meant wings…

You probably running the place already

Till we meet again, my brother…

[Final Hook ]

I wish time could fall back

So I could change all that

You were never supposed to leave me alone like that

Now I’m holding on to the memories we had

I wish I could hear your laugh again

Talk crazy on the block again

I know you looking down saying, “bro, stay strong”

So I carry your name every time I make songs

[Outro]

Yeah…

This one forever for Nick

Real brothers don’t fade away

They live through us…

i am sick!!!!

I am sick of Emcees with lines with two packs
Walking around bare chest feeling they’re Tupac
Branding there bellies with cheep tattoo imitating Tupac
They need to know they can’t be him or even close to him
I am legend in this I can educate and maybe draw you close
I don’t even understand why I am employed as a slave
I can be a king by my own standards, just do rhymes to standards
Even at the moment, I am way above standards
I am the only one with a shadow in the dark.
Smoke a soaking wet cigarette, make fire in the rain.
Shows you how ill I am and I don’t even need a doctor to second that
Note this is not a blasphemy but shows you I lite up the mic
These wannabe Emcees from the west way down here in town
You need some life lessons how to spit rhymes good.
I am like the rainbow I color the hip hop culture
I bring hope of at least there is someone who can educate
This is not some history class, but current affairs class
Great for your health just like milk from a glass
I am brand new even tho’ I have been here for long
Newer than the referendum talk in the town.

inteligent wordings...

am more hardcore, not hard because my chest is big

No, I hard for I flow solid, I should fit in the 8.4.4 system

To me I hold so many futures in my hand you see,

I still got no kids to train but some call me father

On the mic I am more of a teacher, I educated

And eliminate the ignorance in your brains

I am y not be spiritual but I give God thanks for the skill

The zeal is blazing its burning up tracks and instrumentals

Please I do that any day I leave people all going mental

More so to the weak at rhymes, the faint Emcees

I don’t need to sag my jeans and show you how hard I am

I don’t need to be on a heavy buggy top to claim hip hop

To me its culture I live, open your eyes and realize

Keep them wide up and away and visualize

This comes to your ears keep them open to listen

To sounds of knowledge, this is an intelligent knowledge

You don’t need to be in a class to understand this

It comes free and makes a pick just like the prophets

I am the chosen one and listen to this, I flame for this is a lifestyle.

April 28th....he is born

April 27th woke up like any other day to get to work,
Not knowing I’ll be called off from work,
His mother makes this call telling its time and I need to be off work,
My heart’s beating at a fast rate – my palms are sweating,
Oh Lord I am about to have a son – yeah I am sweating.
I did 120kph to get to hospital.
After several hours in the hospital I am still sweating,
I felt like my heart beat is increasing,
My blood pressure is slowly building,
This is because this is the fear of not knowing.
The process begins the labor goes and I can see my son still kick in the womb.
I am seeing a strong boy flesh of my flesh blood of my blood,
Hours come and go we are now like a day has past come on

I see this boy becoming the greatest one in this world, growing to be strong like father like son, I will support him, guide him and protect him, I will show him the right path and be there for him

April 28th the doctor is giving us more hours,
My baby mama can’t take any more hours;
She feels she can be done by the hour.
It’s a pain I see it in her eyes as she says normal delivery has failed,
I feel like my heart is skipping a beat but cant call it failed,
I am keeping my hopes up thanking the Lord for the moment and praying for the best,
I want my son and his mum to be at the best.
The doctor says normal has failed and we got to go to the operation room,
I feel butterflies all over in my stomach,
I say my prayer to God to give my wife an easy time in that room,
I am left with my bro giving me words to keep me strong,
But in me I am falling apart for I feel I am not strong,
Him and his mum are in a room – delivery is happening,
Time is ticking and my feel are getting cold come on

I see this boy becoming the greatest one in this world, growing to be strong like father like son, I will support him, guide him and protect him, I will show him the right path and be there for him

April 28th 10:48pm the son is set free from the mum,
I still feel my feet by the second are getting numb,
11:05 I get to see my son – and my eyes a filled with tears of joy,
I get to meet him for the first time,
I speak a blessing to him,
I tell God thank you for bringing him safe to this world,
Nose like mine, looks like me, makes faces his dad,
Oh God this feels wonderful to hold this boy,
I am back waiting for his mum to be cleared off from operating room.
My heart is at peace when I see her coming off that room alive,
I speak a prayer and I thank God for my wonderful family.
I can breathe and sit and chill my homes safe and I thank God for that.
12:15am mum and our son unites and it’s all joy,
A long journey it has been, and now I have him with
Bryson is his name and he Lights my world each day and night.come on

its been a while!!!

It been long feels like a century,
I see Emcee still keep this like a sanctuary.
I have gone silent like the cemetery,
But can’t throw what taught me be extra ordinary
A lot has changed –kids are born some are lost
And we are still dwelling in the past ghost
The referendum is a podium to that ghost
Reminding us of the past we have lost
They can’t see this is running at high costs
It doesn’t matter if we vote yes or not
The lines a drawn and the sick political world
Have already created the some sick word
Making persons to hate each other just for words
This thing makes me damn so mad
What choice do I have I will just sit and hope for the best
I don’t want us to get for the worst
We need a revelation so that we can décor the sky with Fire works
All this we do will always come right back with works
Listen my good fellas and stop the bullshit, think right.

family

My son will step soon in the world,
I lack some to say we call it words,
he is my future and makes my bright world.
He will walk among the men of this world,
make heads turn and be the best in this world.
It’s like being born again like facing this world again,
but this time you got to make it right.
I have a chance to make the best as a daddy and a husband as well,
show the whole world that this cam work when we put ourselves to it,
its like music to the ear when done right you stick to the nod.
Its like heaven is coming down showing us the best it got,
our son Bryson for sure he is a grandson of a noble man.
Thank God for the mother, the gal of my dreams, the wife I love.
She is giving me a son a great thing to cling to and hold on,
just as I said I wasn’t just born, I was planned for and I thank God for that.
A great invention to serve a great purpose,
I love my family.

the zeal!!!

This is the zeal I had, written words to express myself.
But now I can’t write even to express myself.
I have not done any posting of late I feel I’m cheating on myself
It is the zeal that changed men and made them true to themselves
As I said before I am a candle in the storm, got to contain myself
I know the Lord is great he will see me thru the storm.
Its been a cold life but its kinda warming up and getting better
If its to write I’ll do it with no hesitation at all and get better
Maybe there are things I wrote back then which were bitter
But now I will change and write much more that is sweeter
This is me doing the best thing I know, I got the zeal for it
I get on my knees and tell God thanks for the life I have lived thru'
It may not be the best but at least I got breath in me
And that what it takes….God is good