I don’t waste time when I scribble my rhymes. I make sure it covers the lines. These lines, in my life they cover no lies, simple as my mother pushing me on English linguistics, when she couldn’t speak a word of it. they gat 50, pick one shade, my lines stretch from up above forming rays, easily dissect that matter that is gray. The essence of history, this here being, Kellah , in a line, so if I call my self the lost sun..the shadow you always ignore, I’m that Apollo boot, found the galaxy in my head, while Neil Armstrong was planting flags on the moon. I be opening Nabongo Mumia books, that Luhya cat with his own platoon, an African freedom warrior all in a line. that moment when I get my mum to smile, coz she knows I be above your 10% brain theory, metaphors extend beyond normal cortex capabilities in just a line. picture that biblical rainbow, when y’all cats be trying to please the world, I’m dead, focused on the bullet point, coz she don’t take anything second place, but she damn well embraces a good race. Controversial, so I’m waiting for y’all to judge my first liners, like a blind date guessing whose behind this, it’s all in the line first, what you gonna hear next ain’t that important, what’s gonna hit you in place of that expected wisdom, pure facts, a Sun in a lost galaxy, gliding through stars, scribbling these lines.
You don’t need no telescope to see me among the stars, my bond with my maker be tight as Michael kicking the devil off the golden city, check how easy this flow be, raised by fore fathers who built the Pyramids. My knowledge be deep stored, like Jews bank stores with no krypton Superman kryptonite flaws. The suns lines run like blood, flow through clay or wooden box, Pinocchio, give life through these lines, posses both earthly, and that pure heavenly spirit. Step into the 21st century with these lines, and spit like dig this. You can’t switch radio stations coz I captured from Africa to all nations. Just when y’all thought hiphop was dead, I came with the power to resurrect it. Threw in some vinyls, let Akili Blaq guide the beat and master the symphony, I rehearsed it and laced the line to it, Put this gospel next to Revelations, scriptures now written in social internet scrolls, these lines now need some street credit, coz y’all get it, these lines, always predictable as the morning sun, these lines be the Lost suns lines.
