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.

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.