Underground War / Galactic warfare.

I write my thoughts with a clear conscience, finish the words and bind them.. spell checks are for them who doubt themselves.. my words are never edited, published raw.

I gat history in my blood, history from ancient books I read, history passed from my father to the last, Kellah's ancestry in a definite define, words spoken, pieces broken...culture fades off with every bit of notion taken, forms that bind, it ain't science no more, molecules to one atom, microns that disintegrate, particles that evolve, like the new lost daughter of the Sun not scrolled or scripted, pure blood, she gat features that defy all odds, blessed by the supreme being, Ellah the last breed of the Kellah seed, fire comes from strikes, stones that meet, sparks that light up, she's that avatar sense that pulls together to me all elements of the universe , earth, wind, water and fire .. that's how she pulled my desire made me vocabulary perfect, an artillery addict ..ready for war, a words smith suited samurai, engage defiantly on battle fronts, swing double edged Excalibur swords, always kiss the microphone when I'm done, Leave smoke traces on my note pad, deadly friction binds me to heavenly constellations, this breed has seen it all, spoken to burning bushes, split seas with the stuff, now on basic terminology like radio waves, I gat my home boyz like Zaq, killing needles on vynes, cats on cultural infiltration, blood brothers in Asia muki Garang, mastering the art of war, with his clear cut intellect in Tho- Luo. This is a formation of new Decepticons, even Optimus prime won't engage in this here hiphop evolution underground war fare

The Books Of Kellah.

These are my books of war, now scribble them in a language understood by all, my black face be a definition of my thoughts, taken to foreign lands, Aquire skills like the last Samurai, Universe is my dome, the earth mother is my pillar, sky's above deep 60 thousand leagues beneath, like captain Nemo's Ship. she still holds my conscious like mental enslavement, she still pulls my future in a definite, engagement , hostile streets I face every morning, my soul deep in her teachings, gives me a better day, better breath, makes flower colours look brighter, chest still burning with Black  mic,  take the words of RZA of mental enslavement ...blood wrote it on a shrine with Bob Marley as the author ... now I gat cats jumping ship like the Minnesota when we had to hold our guns, kids in Baltimore thinking slanging was the only way to live...but I bring books, blessed by the supreme like them tablets from Moses, and my bush still burns in these Nairobi streets as I inhale this lost generations toxins and exhale life for them who read to breath purity.

The definition of my name was already proclaimed...kellah earthly in Form ... Michael the arc angel, my simplest word in an earthy form is love, knowledge is profound, to me English is like a noun..so I develop skills, ancient words, passed through walls, ancient books of war, brothers fought hard, before they become us, the last samurai black warriors out on the planet to save us , no guns, we built canons, dark skin, improvised on definite angels, to avoid innocent by stander beggars, my heart is instilled with the books of war, if they let us be... and if our nature was for us to be..the Almighty  guides the future, I dwell in the maker of the galaxy, Illohim..the supreme being... the universe above me is his..roam free on the stars like I was shooting with a grand message, these skills run deep, not a day, decade old, years it took me to perfect this, when it's laced, heavenly symphony, listen to angles break in a melodic orchestra. Bust out the studio booths, if I held the excalibar, my style would rip through society and bring back basic Hiphop monitory, not one way swayed, this be the birth of King Arthur, double edged sword, with the full authority. As Kellah ends his dynasty, a new day is down as Ellah comes in as Wonder Woman to complete the song.