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.

Chaos on Earth.

Thought I had to bring out some locked sections of my brain section to define Elohim maker of heaven and earth.

I be the sentences left out of your bible and the holy book of Quran, phrases that picture perfected the true God above all, in simple terms I'm here to re -write what was left out, I curse apostles and Sheikhs who use his name in vain, false prophets I slay with heavenly weapons, my quest be divine, in this 21st century I come to break minds, instill knowledge, kill fake churches , temples  and gods , you a fake angle I'm here for you too, my words be fire, inscribed by Elohim, the one true God, creator of heaven and earth, his realm be real, forget Optimus prime, this time, I role dice, I'm out on my spiritual form, naked eyes beware, you thought the lost Sun was bright, the arc kills all mortal sight, wings be made of metal , double edged swords , swinging off my weist  .. im deadly like that, I don't take a second to think to script, verbal intellect manifests like Moses parting the the red Red Sea, out of this world, are the words I speak, so digg this , lyrical symphonies, I bring forth, blessings in form of Noah, not in an ark, animals in two strides, We humans collide, that's why I don't believe in your priest, Vatican is just a normal place the heavens above be paradise, so send me to hell if u think I ain't holy enough. Elohim be my God and the almighty be my father, I know no priest, pastors or churches, only him, Elohim.

Yo, planets above, align slow as my lips move in a motion seen by angels, slow motion, scenes I walk on forces science to diminish, lack meaning, factors of time travel stoped in an instance, as I pass and touch all that is earthly, minds, senses, tradition and the scriptures that be holy. I purify your path to define destinies, before you realize, the land lord be at your door with an eviction notice, critical conviction, brain spins, formation of words to spit, you gat one possession to save, but my plan be full proof, I calculate from your first day sight, mastered your routine, seconds to me seem like a story, while a simple a hallo to you be normal, alphabets spoken in tongues, I pick puzzles form terror in second, just when cosmos and the Milky Way theory brought friction, understand this, my ways be simple and not science fiction, from the birth of man, came hiphop, I was the first one that held her, I am the Arc, check my chest for signs of that, revelations define me in a flame , the microphone is my tool, I'm above the Vatican thought of school, knowledge like vast I wear like a third degree burn, mine , is the basic content words, the key above all be knowledge, on earth be chaos, above there's solace, my vision be impaired, so I don't see evil, only righteous, I hold your offering in church before, measure values forth before the coins hit the basket, verdict I bring in distinction. Hoping for a pure intent from this world full of chaos.

God's Sun

This is why I was labeled THE LOST SUN, because I am my God's Sun.

I walk these street sick as a dope vein, miracles they talk of, Me and mums ain't never seen no real doh , school be my promised land tryna make it right for my  blaq queen ,mums yo , kill her struggles in a paper form, and if money is root of all evil then I'm a saint, coz I gat non. words I exchange from grammar that I robbed them, lessons of science , kept me guessing of if path was righteous or defiance, Scribble my thoughts slowly not to make a scene on this here rap game, but check never been a rapper , mc's flip on me what makes the Kellah factor matter? Simple signs before thee, I manifest my skills through cords, speeches I gave, cats applaud, knowledge I bare be greater than non known, Michael be me, kellah be the graduate from school of thought, Lost Sun now, the master of lyrical literature, I bring real life true like, Shakespeare in his time, I'm the one, guided by the spirit within me, my God father Elohim is with me.

Study patterns, light rays, gloomy skies, my definition of perfect is a father on his 9 to 5, my happiness comes from comfort from a daughter that is mine, at the end of time my hands ain't groomed in a manicure scene, they hard and scratched from, easily seen from the wrinkles I ware proud on my fore head, shoes I wear soleless shape, my soul has the heart shape, in the evening when it's all done I'm just a dusty by stander, in a fiction quest of slaying the dragon , saving my little princess and living happily ever after, easy notation as I scribble it on my apple , hard facts as I wake up to fight for what is possible, these Nairobi streets can tell my story, sleepless night looking at the formation today the stars, beautiful sight to be hold , but only few see the constellations, every being has a path, maze field with endless proportions, I ask what's your portion, on this split universe, we bare marks on our bodies with no meanings, sit in a seminar to build yours , dig the Holy bible and the Quran for higher meaning. And let the God father Elohim lead you.

Samurai formation / Cypher Unknown

I write what my mind tells me to...so don't judge what you don't understand

Found black stones / the pathway filled with barefoot soldiers with back packs filled with spit ammunition / side pockets / spray cans ready on trigger for the mission / me and my kind gatta wait for the Sun to subside to prevail / we dwell in a Batman like confusion/ making sense to city's like Nairobi and Gotham at night / perfect sights of space probes / aliens speaking in tongues / only understood by one dope veined on my corner / dirty dressed dweller decyphering messages sent from next galaxy to this / this / words we conflict to as we speak / mixing metaphors to form basic syntaxes / unfamiliar terms / mum please guide and bless me from this unseen path / get bitten by a venomous snake / my symphony absorbs the poisonous taste / meteors rushing fast / in a direction known to us / earth / we  observed as the dinosaurs got smashed / fate easily told in a flash / open a fortune cookie to relieve your past / heavens open up  dark angels fall back / Elohim / throws a split light fragment on my path / producing sparks in the galaxy / as heat waves vaporize sand storms / all this find lost sun on black stones / divided on an angelic and a spell bound demonic crossroads / narrow pockets / dark sights that only the veins walk easy in them /

On second thoughts I just flow my mind on a realm that is Kellah filled, to understand the top of this is superior / like now you exposed to the deadliest bacteria in a perfect world society / don't question my words they come out plain and then other appear totally empty in a wrap sequence if I'm the writer / no blocks expected/ growing nose Pinocchio fantasy after my split theories / front on it / lie down and look up to the sky hoping for a shooting star for wishes that are pure nonsense / you hope to make a clean start to a previous end / left you in mixed personality / i own your identity like Apple / you can't be the next president as your parents told you / present controlled with compliments that came spinning at you / smiles and beautiful makeup filled skeletons passed / won't stop now / my thoughts still have space to roam / like Paul Mc Cathy walking out to open space  on a dubbed life mission / when I stop writing  / scientific facts held at ransom be the atoms / that fill up your main stream street / now no sense of the dope universal interpreter / black stones / that followed deep be the intelligent body that lives depend on / so I exhale only to offer metal tooled mic holding cats / to help explain this lines / stuck on biological pains fitted on spines / no response / so the aliens invade to define / gravity elevation / stuck in a sense of / Hell no / myths of area 57's..I'm just opening my mental to the black stones I step on / he never stops talking / dope veined in a cell of his own / we above the league of shadows / darkness is a Melanin with me / I bare the mark of black like Michael Kellah from Africa Kenya / the foundation that I came from / cycle your planet at night from a far and walk among you at day break in this form.

Malkia Wangu Wakipekee

Writing from a heart felt moment, only in words,that still can't define the depth of my affection and love to my one and only queen..This one is for Margaret Kasoha my Mother.

Malikia wangu pekee

All my senses on hyper dimensions, attached in perfect symmetry to this creature that hold breaths, as I breath it breathes, when I feel pain it feels pain, only to later hear the misunderstood cries from a mother giving birth to a life form, no miracle known to man is greater,years passed now scribbling letters to my only queen since the birth of my time, no science or proven gods mythology a tests to the practical sense of unconditional love expressed , at birth were these tears of joy or a great cry to the almighty to look after me in this forsaken jungle.

Funny how a simple smile makes everything ok, seeing her face for the first time a bond built that will never break, I get lost with words, pens dry out while papers fade of to this unique feeling felt when I talk about her..I shed a tear once in awhile when I think about her, if that makes me less of a man then I ain't no thug, she is my queen of peace, I still get the same womb feeling every time I'm in her presence. for them seeking paradise, like common I see the God in her.

Memories passed, memories never die, I can still hear her singing sweet heavenly symphonies , a voice that brought calm and a sense of protection, a voice that over the years taught me right from wrong, the only voice that every night whispered I love you. Simple minded in a state not able to understand this difficult phase , blaming her of not having time for me when she had to work 3 jobs, constantly screaming to her why the neighbors had better meals.
 Life now getting clearer, pieces falling correct to this puzzle, understanding why she wept every time she gave me a beating, now I understand why she didn't have enough play time with me, now I see clear why she didn't have the latest shoes, as the earth rotated, years passed, my mind matured. Reflecting on the basic elements since birth.understanding the labour pains in a Picasso point of view.

A black Queen like no other, this is to thank you for the shoes you put on my feet, for the crumbs I had for dinner, for the cold nights when you lit the fire, for the 3 jobs you had, and most of all for every kiss goodnight. This is for my black queen, kwa kuni zaa, kunivish, kunilinda na mwisho kuni busu, wanipenda.. Nakupenda, Malkia wangu wa pekee.

Call me Michael

Some cats fronted and asked me to try step into a booth or write som' basic, my answer was...This Is me being Me, so I wrote som' basic.

Call me Michael

I am a sign from God...and as if my name wasn't  proof enough, baptized in the spiritual flames that broke apart when the ark of the covenant fell apart,touching the finger of the supreme, Michael emerged, now The Lost Sun, raised by a combination of all the ancient scrolls to deciphering ways of the Hieroglyphics,now understanding the new age basic man language and existence of human. im Able to see all the pain in your faces.. The tormented fears of a kid as grown ups fight, its not the thoughts of Forster homes, its the parental misguidance, results of abusive picket fenced broken homes, so this is where my voice comes in with a multiple personality, trying to reach the suicidal and pass hope, the runaway children and cover them from sun rays,

I execute my thots in different dimensions,with an equilibrium perfection.. Torment basic lines that fill up the radio stations, greedy trends,strange and fatal political essence, listen to this violin piece and inhabit your galaxy like its yours,control your God given, breath, life, earth.. We live in parallel destinies don't follow mine, mine blessed already by the mind of the supreme, creator of Mike, now The Lost Sun,follow Revelation signs, get trapped in my atmosphere, inhale dirt in a paradox. exhale purity that determines your future.in endless negativity, I understand demons and their forms,my body laced with exorcism notations. My heavenly form bares the mark of Michael, scribbling thots on the wall, scrolls that now evolved, to metaphors, uplifting lost souls, them who doubt my hiphop skills, check this, my B -boy stance was the first dance with the devil, left a mark in the sky, that thunder in July, lightning was me break dancing with both feet in the sky, thunder was Lucifer defeated falling on the ground.now get your facts right before u step to me with your weak fix, i don't mix baking soda with cocain, my high be a mixture of Cathanone and propane, i mean i just gatta spit....and it gatta be universal, nothing else or less ......or else .