Afracanism, Hieroglyphics, stone scriptures.

Half bantu, full blown man, fully African, a small spect of granule from the horn of the continent.

My pigment is in check, word, Luhya born, swahili grown, knowledge transcends from maseno to that Vas- Coda- Portugal to the coast of Kenya, should I say more? Scripted Super heroes, the shadow master, Magere. you gatta dig deep if you wanna get more. Viking like tales, I’m giving you African supernatural Stone Age bits, way before Hollywood had Wakanda on New York times. I was on Luanda on my lines.

Please allow me to take you on this self propelled journey back in time on my non futuristic you don’t need a Musk to the stars, picture your self on a time capsule, Destination Egypt, 1500 BC. Even before the Great Wall of China, let’s take a break let the beat flow, wait, for the low drum snare to hit, then switch to scientific, my next stop be Hieroglyphics.

The known galaxy  at its place, let the stars align, Giza’s apex be the center of divine. Historical Pharaoh to Narmer, we gat Pyramids  that cant be explained by a layman. Skip that to forces in space, breath in, breath out, so i can explain..the constallation of the system that is galaxy, mathematical geniuses. Knowlodge infused from a far, far interlect, is derived from us.

The incomplete version. been a while on a writers cocoon block..Africanism is on a three part complete verses, coming soon.

Through my eyes, I see God.

A brief light into my next piece, I had to control emotions for story telling purposes, to hold the entire scripture in place. take the journey from the first part, always have to throw in the word play in... the story comes after God's eye vision.

My path in a specific timeline, timed perfect on this planet like my life line, lungs pumping, resercitation happening.    beeping medical entrapments, on a body when the soul is taking flight..scribbled, tuned it, twinned and threw it in. my last rhyme. years  passed, now I’m forty plus. Not yet spotting any shades of that gray, I hunt matter, favourite cup, that piece I hold, a sculptured skull. Knowledge I consume regardless whether black or white, love talking about the colour of texts that passes my eyes when I write, the pen I use might be red in colour, take a second, breathe in, I be the Lost Sun, I bring you humans meanings. my words like poetry gonna be studied sun years to come, each line dissected, metaphors awaiting the Oracles interpretations.

Demigod words.

Question is, how do I start this? Ain’t sure if this here piece be a 16 bars or a guitarist symphony speaking through a poem that my ink stained fingers scripted.

don’t sink in the wet sand, stride slowly past manifested evil to avoid this, here is the mystical sense that approaches, angle of death standing right, close to me, slide through as the Arc angle on the flip side of him left, is it meant to be? Or is it a part of me, when I stare out into the clear galaxy, my reflection is pure basic mortal, not a semi god, but a gifted Oracle, walk on this earth mystic like the flaming Phoenix, now in this century like the modern matrix, Defying all odds, rules of human physics. my thoughts stay clear, slight forgery of the Mona Lisa. few strokes the paint brush makes you come to terms with life or it’s paradox, be it summer or autumn, a Snow White paradise, winter or storm. His grace, the almighty keeps me calm, in the centre of it all. Take a step back and listen, These are steps I take when I can’t pay rent, steps I take when I don’t have a cent, this is when these words come to place, take shape, breathe in life and take flight. this is when religion of all kinds takes place, corrupts feeble minded, divide its so called brethren, destroys and eventually kills all men. this when you find God in cell block, locked in your own fate. Close your eyes, let the Lost Suns scriptures sink in, these Demigods words…the Lost Suns words.. peace to the gods.

40 Rhymes, my life on 40 plus lines.

Turning 40 tonight, dedicated to my mind and pen.

Seen half the earth, wrote on tabs and papers , half of my brain content, with pure intellect lacking confusion, still serving as a mammal at 40, surprised I made it this far, word to the Godly spirits and my mums angels around me. Nature, this air we breath, nick name them if you please, the five elements, conscious minded on a constant battle with basic laws of physics and science. 

The lost sun’s cortex dialects, my visions in a pen play be awkward, like that movie Back to the future, I don’t listen to beats, eyes see patterns, my brain consumes and breaks them into cords, while my ears like the worker bees produce nectar, that’s that sweet symphony. Easy, my feathered pen bleeds, metaphors hieroglyphic, the ancient one is here, try and carbon date my African years. 

Writing this, I’m forty moons now, should have been locked up at area 57, mathematics close to my heart, I used to board them forty sixes (46), once in a while when I was young. From 16 to 32, I’m trynna push my mental mic metal barrier. No more bars, if you feel me go back to eight, hiphop principals. I gat a body now with 40 layers of knowledge, spitting historical scriptures,  not Bible founded, but the apex, of the logic of the Pyramid Khufu with gallactical constellations that pass through.. word

 

These be my 40 rhymes, that break the documented 16 and 32 Hiphop bars, Heavenly form in a human like body now 40, as I jump on the silver surfers back, my destination is a distant galaxy. Immo see you after another 40 plus them other light years. plus still say peace to the gods, and all my Davinci minded, Burning bush tongued spiritual fire rhyme spitters. we been above basic Britannica, Bibles and encyclopaedias, our thoughts been pure hieroglyphic, I done been on that 40 rhymes, nothing less, conscious, the Lost Sun been on that lyrical scheme. step off, not back, emissions I produce be deadly as I ascend on my 40th, spitting 40 rhymes, my life on 40 plus lines.

Word.

Phoenix bird flames as it cries.

Dedicated to one of my young sons, Levis.. The Phoenix rises from the ashes, RIP to your human god. 

Catapillers fly but not all men walk, a shooting star just another flaming pebble in the sky, deep as the fore fathers words sound, the experiment of life happens but only once, a life span. You was born slapped with the first cry, senses opened up wide. Just being, with no programming, No tradition, no religion, no culture, no tricks. As the elements slowly chock you, all fighting to find ways into your essence, breath, the sun rays, the touch to feel as your cortex expands, galaxies don’t stand they still spin, generations pass by as you forget your first cry now you a man. Living in a world that has you misunderstood. Can’t remember your past if it was shitty and messed up, focus on a future that is unknown, that’s why this is a poem. Sink back to your past, coz there ain’t current without history, so there ain’t no you without that first cry. 

Listen close to this chapter, you was born as a cry baby. Now you grown up with a mind maybe, decisions to make like Brenda when she had a baby, life stinks, but life is real. Life takes time to unveil the Thrill.

Decipher this, this is the cypher.

 The best this year, the best is here..this beat is clear, the Bible be ancient,  I spit the new, New Testament, an evolved mind state, don’t need no beat, flip thoughts before the apple falls, scripts split the Red Sea then see Newton writing gravity thesis. master cords and symphonies without slitting my fingers, follow my train of thought. If you lost by now, step off this cypher, I stay underground only for cats who be after. my thoughts be right, check your history I didn’t go the Schumann route. My ears mastered sound, got help from angelic feathered friends, on how to synthesize unseen Melodie’s, mind reflects pure knowledge like the Egyptian pyramid apex, translates to a tongue that spills out metaphors hieroglyphics, if I use ink, it be dark perfected like Wolfgang, from this space to that space, glide through galaxies before NASA and their satellite stations cut off my skate board gliding through space, y’all earthlings label me with different shooting stars names, end this first scripture part, with the last name of the greatest Mozart, Amadeus, the magic flute, Link him three or four lines back, Wolfgang, decipher this, or step off this cypher.

One, Two, Three words.

I say two words, I’m talking about the street kids, the hungry homeless, I say two words..street vendors, them who have to run out every time the council rolls up.. it’s two words, 

State house, they gat the symbol for national unity, same space with pure impunity, government hard on street cats, they gat us on fences, pick one, you gat a family that needs to eat, flip your mind to she’s in a hospital about to deliver, I say three words, Kenyan health care,  back to two words, street hustlers, on walls face front. Government officials, two words, big cars, back left, in Africa. Two words their stomachs be full. Mos def and west I gatta speak from the east of the horn..two words, Africa, Kenya. I should have used my rhymes right, my mind in a mental fight like, two words, national history, or a Pickett fence life like three words, elections don’t matter..metaphors wasted on this here chapter..I’ll let my mind creep into the next sequence, life it self, knowledge it self is life. two words Lost Sun. Two words, soul search.. three words, scrolls, written, pen gospel. Moses staff, white piece of paper, not knowing what’s its destiny is, miracles that might get spilt. The innocence of that page, pure no rage, till Nairobi the scene crept in, two words, Stephen King, one word CUT, no sequel, thoughts roam free, the black guy doesn’t die in my movies. Fishburne, I be Morpheus, killing you with two final words, Follow me.

Cut, I bleed Black

  

So I wrote a rhyme to a beat/ sitting on the far end of my crooked 8 to 5 seat/  scratching my receding hair line, once full Samson blessed dreadlocks/ on the flip you ain’t gat no skyline/ in this form all you gat is a 4 brick wall, a name tag and a smile, just like the sky ain’t yo limit/  unless you gat that Superman X-ray vision/ but it ain’t about me, it’s all about what she said, so check this, the streets been feisty, had my slim game, but it wasn’t that nasty enough to slid through the deep blocks, trying to fit in with them rhyming cats,  stuck to my rhyme book like it was that God piece scribbled on a stone for Moses and them other folks to adhere, my thoughts be cryptic, universal and I’m here for y’all to hear, black, precise, hieroglyphics, with facts,. generations stuck in my bones you can’t pull off like the Excalibur sword, my foundation be deep,  knowledge and truth, the definition of what you feel now as the youth, 3rd eye vision, used by every MC, simple commandments like these, I aint hard, my skin colour be pitch black, gat ancestors who done gone to hell and back, still gat ancestors who done created the pyramids and what notes. So I easily write my simple notes in dark lines, blood ink feels this pen as I write, cut and I bleed Black.

Love is..

Love is..

Love is..give it a name, give it a pattern, give it the sky, watch the stars, give them names.. constellations seen from a far, but love is, close, on this earth, closer than the universe, love is, forget the objects, coz love is beyond all this worldly projects, love is simple, call it telepathic, mutual in away thats not physical, some call it spiritual in a romans gods world. But still love is..acres of this world shared, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, it’s those special moments before i move from hours to years.. thats what love is.. 

The beauty of black hair turn grey, say it before you leave this planet. Don’t call it blind, open up your eyes and see what love is. because love is pure when not seen, love is a feeling, that slight gesture, that brain effect that makes you turn to each others reflection, love is, involuntary body movement, a scent that is recognised, a bodily brush that can’t be denied, love is everything else but blind, love is beautiful, love is understanding, love is bliss. The zen of a quiet spring breeze, falling leaves. The connection of two beings. Love is blind in a dark night full of stars, love is that night lit light to guide you back home. Love is peace and everything else but blind. Love is, just love.

High Defination

started my train of thought In a syllable form, simple but well created distort all metaphors, now I sit with the gods, skeletal are my words, closet is where the boogie man lies, In a country with political and ethnic divide, easily forgetting your face. Is it a race? When you have the same melanin chemistry, or is it a fore father trace, of being, that god father mentality with no meaning. A lost culture, in a century that’s after, all that’s above us, so what is the word. You wanna step next? On the left side of bent continent, with a hollow end and the end. The south of Africa, follow my trend, we exist in different universal dimensions, ask my Egyptian cousin’s. Physics, science and mathematics,  was born by us, through the narrow light that  escapes precise on the apex, lightning speed,  an Egyptian pyramid. This is me, the lost sun, the first creation of being from mud,  continent of the beginning of man..call me Adam, now  Kellah.. the sun that exists above in a lost galaxy.

I read them books on the first man, noted the facts that he was black, three hundred thousand years in a Moroccan field, these Homo sapiens fossils prove my connection to God. I only spit clear cut, my mind follows it’s own path, the beat harmony be sick, to write to this, you gatta cut off your fingers like Robert Schumann. To get this symphony right. I’m that cat who gets in your stereo system, wether  you rocking hifi definition or your headphones, I mentally penetrate you. My lines be inspired like the 9 ruby prince, fuck the nine planet theory, you still on one galaxy.. my cortex be flowing like the silver surfer on the El elyown, stick on your lane, this be the nineteenth galaxy. You learning too late, that was Kunta Kinte’s fate. Now history is upon us, hold your thoughts clutched in a fist before, you judge that form, the east of Africa, defined in a specific form, now known as the horn.

Sun’s lines / These lines

 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.

Attila’s Empire

 I look back to few years past, when cats went ape shit, blood was spilt, next door brothers was killed, over some bullshit them politicians in their midst raised a bloody blood bath. Loose propaganda tongues made niggaz lift up machetes and guns, call it in their class collateral damage, they still fuck with the mentalities of blind followers, speaking on ghost projects to the poor, a few shillings thrown just us to lure. Our level of life, not a dollar a day is what we endure, but how you gonna stand on your own two, if you still holding placards praising The Who and who, who don’t know where your last meal came from. But that’s the system we live in, it ain’t thing line, between the rich and the loyal sheep shameless, the poor living below the poverty line, fighting for you to get your political seats, step on the lime light and forget about their needs, I’m talking about Kenya and it’s political elite.in the years of election, they step down, off their horse and walk holding our hands in the dusty streets, and the sick cycle continues, we vote them back in, complain about that shit, wait for 5 more years to complain about the same shit.

I’m great full

 Kasoha, that first name that always ring bells, when the world is out to get me, that oasis, that covers me from sandy storms, the slow motion of chi, built my confidence and made me appreciate the way of tai. A voice that pushed me, always pushing, wisdom came simple, in times of strife my path she lined clear walking on thorns while carrying me on her back. thank you for the 7 months, you carried me, nourished me in my fetus form, choices in the stories years later told, you put your life at risk , disregarding all the doctors warning, you had faith in me before you gave birth to me, nothing ever changed, you raised me in the books of the God you believed in, thank you for the short life stories that you told me, helped me grow to the man I am, thank you for reminding me that apologies and simple words like sorry, don’t cost a thing, eventually these words clears your soul and mind of all worldly worries. I’m great full for the simple holidays, I have to say, the perfect Christmas Day dinners. You made miracles with the little you had, and always made sure to remind us to be great full for every little thing we have, as your words always stated give thanks to the most high, for the simple things in life. I’m great full, seconds, minutes, hours every breath in your presence is a blessing, words can’t paint that Picasso on a canvas as an illustration of my affection. The sacrifice you gave, in a soul out of soul, you brought mine always first, I’m great full, I’m proud, and appreciate you as always being my beacon bright, the light house that alway lights my way home. I’m great full, to my birth mother Margaret coz Kasoha always rings bells.

Temple of the Lost Sun.

Master, master please help me, help me master....

I learnt all the skills you taught me, I’m getting closer, the hiphop temple is next, they have conquered all the basic genres around the realm, so hiphop is definitely next, master please help us. The mainstream skill be moving faster through the legions, from village to village they be consuming everything on their path. I know I hold the 36 chambers knowledge, but like Mulan still aint seen the flaming bird on my side, my chi be strong ,hold skills, bravery and thoughts of the ancients, moves like the tiger paws, silent as the mantis, though I heard these cats gat crunk. Scrolls I perfected, spit flames like the G.O.T dragon, history not on my side though, aint no Kane and Able story. 

Destiny, perfected metaphors, skills beyond the god sun Thor, senses and sight be clear, as they direct, everything you taught me, falling into place, puzzles put to pieces, pieces left to stay, so I swear master to protect hiphop with my blood, I know my spits and metaphors spill easy like lava on volcano grounds. Pull out my double edged sword, this here is for the second platoon..skilled brothers bred through years, that samurai flow that they gat. My mission is to be last, lost sun monk to hold the temple wall. Memories of the mantis now crips on me, movement be swift, as time is of the essence, I switch to my ninja form, so I can stealthily move to protect this course. Master, master they still gat moves I aint seen before. temple wall has been breached. What next master? I mastered all the scrolls, from Tai chi to the tiger paw..for hiphop to survive I need help from the 36 chambers of the wutang masters..I will hold the fort of the Temple as long as I can..master send the word to the wutang  masters..send the word to the wutang masters.

The Black aftermath.

I break my dark thoughts decisively, just to speak my mind in a form thats understood, corner stuck now like an Eskimo in freakin Sudan, that’s how easily my words land, in a box breathing, but six feet sand filled, point of holding the rosary calling out for arc angels to save me, I Gatta breath now, gotta let my blood flow, dirt, greed and power. Cortex in a form of Pinocchio, body manipulated to stipulate, what the world wants, but off the wooden mask, skills spill my master can’t see the nose level increase, Bit by bit. Picked my pen up to dismiss these scrolls from your past.

Tell me how they got the Trojan horse in..history messing with me, like my forefathers were born in Africa but didn’t know till Columbus saw it! continent was non existent until them ships came in, like we didn’t know our creator until the Bible came through, we couldn’t live until we got their medicine? I gat history for days to break new century phrases, my cousins spoke in holy tongues unknown hieroglyphics. broke the basics of constellations, we brought math in fractions, steel made worriors, Shaka Zulu, the Kenyan Mau Mau..in stealth mode, our land, a continent we could hide in clear site. been fighting with Kings of the jungle.. all our life..that was our play time, messing around with elephants, we roll with lions as pets in the Serengeti.  just to pass time, when you be fighting on Prenups .. best check my history before you judge my style, intelligence and street Steez. I be as easy as a Jamaican Bingi..my hair locks me to the land of gods, I be  lost sun the dread locked African.

Bleeding fingers form patterns.

The lost sun, I have been to the ninth planet with no flying objects…My bleeding fingers still form patterns.

So dig this.

I break my dark thoughts decisively, to speak in a form thats understood by the rest of you..definition of skills, Stephen king flic in an instance, words now come last, picture perfect..I tore of a page of Da Vinci’s last supper master piece..mastering Harry Houdini’s…. one bullet theory, no more basic phrase sentences, move back signs, like beware ‘’ sick mind at work’’. i be the kind relocating thoughts, your psychiatrist phrased in a common beat session, the sneer kills my time period, when your money is up. Leave you believing that you’ll be safer if you top up.. I simply formulate like meth heads in a lab scribbling chalk boards on how to penetrate the core of your vortex..inner most mind, pick through brain sections, Hannibal Lecter style.

From the birth of the universe, my Father the creator..gave me passes through levels in time, forged my thoughts through dimensions with signs, Exosphere, Thermosphere, Mesosphere, Stratosphere, my grade now rests on the Troposphere , a recreation of beings that’s now here, knowledge is clear, Hiphop is the word we speak and now they all must hear, no longer rhyme and reason .. it’s pure…basic thoughts and reason, I don’t rhyme to fit in, my bloody finger ink lines...are just deep..metaphors control my train of thought…thats just it…words align on paper the matrix..as i write, fit in perfect.. a Shaolin monk with samurai skills..always a step ahead in life like on the chess boards…that Kenyan cat..air skating like the silver surfer..leaving my prints in every hood I bless with the arc angles touch..check my bloody fingers..I leave patterns.

Destiny Defined

 i have been to the 9th part of the universe, so fuck what you heard..

saw the sign, so break this, I cud be the God of your serengeti or your God who saw many of your sins already, a cycle disease , I'm the eye of the real Elohim, fuck the wise words follow the light, I have blood dripping from my pen, now use techno, scribble my words easy on a device, fingers roam free on my apple  , Newton on his gravity thesis, like them cats who faced the wrong side trying to find the Almighty ,they found Satan , in a definite reflect, blind with no purpose , you in a path with no end tunnel light to face, harmless like wet gun powder, in a stage act like sergeant slaughter, I open the stage robes to open your eyes , call me mean coz your thought Mahatma was real, I don't judge as taught by holy book , but the truth is Ghandi wasn't there for his other black Indians, in fact, words quoted him saying black people was lazy and dirty not to be associated with, 

Watch the spider spin , beautiful silk patterns, vast broke it down to innocent insects without a plan, on unsettled and confused minds , that's why the devils prays on this kind. mastered the art of patience by the time I was 10, on these streets while cats be loosing their heads, bumping chests like King Kong, frustrated with making cents, the sky became my home, holy scriptures I deciphered page by page , every line fitted perfectly on my mental dome, thoughts now Gillette sharp, mobilize deadly metaphors like Mel Gibson in brave heart, my tools ain't current , they ancient like cave men , catch me scribbling symbols on walls , finishing my heavenly fathers words , while scholars still scratching heads looking at pyramids, missing the basic opposite , formation of the stars constellations, I'm stressed but blessed  with a gift, observe my style of walk , graceful, Surrounded by angels , crossing Nairobi streets, with no left, right , left conditions. I gat a t-shirt , jeans and Timbaland boots on, you can't  see my spiritual form, capture me on infra-red zones, with headphones and a white loin.by  sixteen I was talking to trees, and listening to the wind whisper in different vocabularies unknown to man, studied the myths of the double edged swords , my conscious clearer with a tight Tai, my body organs unite in a formation like Optimus , my time is prime, found peace in mountains with ancient Buddhas, perfected my eternal chi. from then in my teens ,now presently controlling all the 5 elements, a kungfu master, hundred eyes of Tom Wu, extracted in Marco Polo, my balance be without sight, but flawless with pure light..word.

Life, Beats and Hiphop.

Got inspired this time decided to dive deep and share my thoughts about my Love....not the usual Lost Sun scripts.

Wrote this in 2013.

“When Hip Hop was born I was the first one that held her”, deep words Last Emperor-Jungle cats, the basis of the birth of Hip Hop is a controversy to many.To many it is a myth of how Hip Hop came to be, praising the field slaves who take it way back, singing in the cotton fields. Bringing the rap and Hip Hop concept to the actual perspective respect, we date it back to the late 1970’s and progressing to the early 1980’s. Examples of some of the pioneers of Hip Hop such as Public enemy, The furious five and Grand master flash who participated in bringing Hip Hop as a musical category to the lime light and to a worldwide recognition.

To fully understand the depth of such phenomenon we could use the movie “Wild Style” as a case study. This set piece produced in 1983 by Charlie Ahearm breaks down the basis of Hip Hop, clearly staging all the five elements of this genre. Street battles also known as free styling are seen in various scenes of the movie. Free styling was one of the basics of Hip Hop. Those who did not believe in the myths about Hip Hop settled their thoughts on the street battles, which were seen on conventions and different rappers or artists would meet and level off their skills in a word play, may the better Mc win fights. Free styling was an art, rappers came up with words without rehearsing and rhyming at the same time, and the best artist exhibited word play in terms of rhyme skills and a short story line. In parallel, the most visited aspect in the movie is the other element of Hip Hop: graffiti. Graffiti and Hip Hop go hand in hand in terms of revolution. Graffiti artists used to paint their thoughts to speak to the society and the government. It was a way of expression and this is how it came to be affiliated with Hip Hop as one of its elements.

The protagonist graffiti artist “Zorro” was used as a symbol of defiance to the system and encourages the youth to stand up for their beliefs. The movie tries to explain the thought behind the birth of Hip Hop. Being the first rap motion picture made, it gave an understanding to this art which was also associated with politics in that era. The movie establishes the use of Dj’s in the production and stage performance of Hip Hop, this also being an element of Hip Hop. Often the skills of Grand master flash is shown on different sets of the movie, either as a background sound clip or a scene demonstrating the art of DJ’ying. The trend of Dj’ying has been from the birth of Hip Hop criticized “sampling”, a term which many have failed to establish its legitimacy, depending on the technique used.” I’m black and proud – cold sweat” beats used from different artists; artists such as “Clyde Stubblefield” one of the major sampled beats of Hip Hop. They used artists like Jimmy Hendricks, James Brown and many more.

Another element that was widely given time in the movie is break dancing It is a style of expression that was a form of battling skills; dancers would meet on the streets and fight it out to show who had better skills or who the better dancer was. It was no ordinary dance style though. Break dancing was a unique way of dance, involving the robot man movement and fancy foot works. 

Simultaneously, beat boxing was the other element shown in the movie. A vocal technique mainly used to provide percussive elements of music and various effects of Hip Hop Dj’s. “Double trouble free styling on the stoup”, on the streets this kind of element was used as a background beat to free style, with no radio beats. It also gained recognition in the Hip Hop industry as a unique feature.

“Just like music-Eric Sermon feat Marvin Gaye” as time moved so did Hip Hop evolve, in terms of style, lyrics and formation of new beats and production houses with different genres of rap and Hip Hop. With the emergence of new artists changing the feel of Hip Hop, illustrations have been developed to show the change of this genre as an art.  The movie “ Brown Sugar” ca be taken as an example; it illustrates the true meaning of Hip Hop, the difference between rap and Hip Hop, and  the changes that have surrounded the evolution of Hip Hop. In terms of beats and instrumentals, we still see sampling and DJ’ying being used to date; major changes in the DJ’ying part would be the use of new technologies such as virtual DJ systems instead of the old school LP and a turn table. This brings conflicts between DJ’s who still prefer the use of LP’s to be more superior and more original than the new digital DJ’ying. The introduction of technology to this industry has brought both positive and negative changes, in terms of production, underground artists( these are artist who consider themselves as the real Hip Hop artists) argue the introduction of new methods of production, such as software for instrumentals and production” fruity loops”.

Over the years the lyrical content has slowly changed to satisfy the fans. Going back to Hip Hop being an empowerment tool for the Black youth to put their points across and fight for their rights. Now most Hip Hop tracks are associated with money and parties “living large” being the street slang for it. The new generation of rappers has come in with new ideas, changing even the three beat notes. Sampling is slowly fading away, as more generic and computer generated beats are introduced. This disturbs the true essence of sampling “copyright criminals”, the reasons for sampling and the effect of keeping the legends of music remembered, such as Marvin Gaye, James Brown. Comparing the lyrics and word play of the early rappers such as Public Enemy. One old school instrumentalist once quoted” funk is the DNA of Hip Hop”. Stating that the Back bone of Hip Hop is the art of skill and variation, beats and metaphors or lyrics put together. The essence has changed, this is seen in the current music videos and the lyrics used by the current artists.

Not to be misunderstood the art is still interlinked by simple elements that founded it such as break dancing which is seen to be making its way back to the 21^st century music. And more DJ’s are embracing the art in mixing samples, are putting in various beats of different artists in a concert to still bring back the feeling of Hip Hop. Street battles are also paving way into the industry in staged fights for supremacy with lyrical champions using their skills to showcase the art. One last element which is not categorized in the basis of Hip Hop is fashion. In the movie we see bit of the landmark of “adidas” which was mostly associated with the rap artist in the first stages of Hip Hop, seen in many videos from Grand master flash, Public Enemy to artist like L.L. Cool J. Now often seen with the artists in their videos, and the old school break dancing.

In conclusion Hip Hop has evolved in various senses, but still retains its meaning. There are still a few rappers who maintain the cause and try to keep the movement going “underground artists” such as Nas, Last Emperor, Mos-Def , Common sense and many more from groups such as the Wu tang Clan to the Dilated people. Breaking from the main stream to the underground:Hip Hop is a way of life, a culture. Rap is to me is just a word.

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.