L-Ness 

Translator

Practically, the art of social control,
is about the sociology of poverty,
and the psychology of the ghetto,
gangsters are hustling, but,
fuck the police,
Like Kavuludi, return police reforms,
Let extrajudicial killings come to an end,
defeat the rider of the red horse in the
book of Revelations,
Kaboom, nobody
is this lady, when she comes through,
It is Fire In The Hole!
nobody is consoling
a person on parole
emphasis on truth in life,
justice in the streets,
and development in the countryside,
nobody is a tight Mc on the microphone,
nobody wants to stand,
also nobody is demanding
equality and happiness without turmoil,
on earth,
so when they are asked who is ready
like a giant/ogre to advocate for the truth?
nobody volunteers without question,
everybody disappears,
nobody appears and chants down
injustice in society and
police brutality,
especially for those
Muslin Sheikhs from the coast
how could they pour sulphuric acid
on someone’s head?
nobody is able to catch your mind
even if you are just relaxing and chillin,
rhymes sticking onto your ears
Like super glue.

Peace, love and unity,
Hip Hop mentality,
Amid all the prejudice,
There are many things that are positive,
Ask Lupita and athletes
how when it comes to marathons,
it is trophies and gold medals
on our necks,
And Oliech, when it come to football,
we make the ball pass between the goal keeper’s legs,
when it comes to fame, it is our people who have the say,
especially in games like Rugby,
from a single party state
to a multy-party state,
now we have a new constitution,
most colleges are campuses and universities now,
meaning institutions of higher learning,
during devolution, mothers and
the youth, have representation,
love them or hate them
you can not negate them,
you have to practice a positive
Kenyanization of the mind.

I have chosen confusing words,
to lose you in the verse,
that’s what I am used to,
spreading love everywhere,
like the wind I pass everywhere,
and leave no shadow,
the echo is from Soweto,
the game is on your marks,
get set, and hear the shot,
I made you look,
over here with no shame,
without watching out for,
candles dozing during the day,
if your words don’t educate,
they will be taught by the world,
where a blind hears,
what you can not see,
and a deaf can see,
what you can not hear,
So, what is it going to be?
we have already translated,
we have done wonders,
and still like Dr, Dre chronically
on the microphone
we have something to say,
the siren is loud,
so now every time is time,
to put money on the verses,
to fill up banks, the face being,
one to be drawn on the wall,
in graffiti.

Work is ripening rappers,
like ethylene on fruits,
I add color to the game,
call me beta-carotene,
the work of a rebel is
to hold the pen,
the world right now is about thoughts
and wise words,
from the coast to wajia I have worked,
work is adding spice to rap,
like cinnamon,
standing tall,
like cedars of Lebanon,
and the cypress of Mt. Hermon,
work is me looking for you wisdom,
in any form legal,
searching for the legal tender,
to Christ I have surrendered,
work is a messenger in a manger,
so don’t see me eating greens,
and you think it is a bull,
when you come closer you find,
it is a minotaur, half buffalo,
half man giant,
the champion has got tools of music,
work is to rhyme lyrics,
work is to spit metaphors,
lyrics you never thought of are coming
with long term effects
of the gulf war,
to drop recitals,
the works of detrimental verbal vocabulary.

Everyone wants space in the light,
by faith every night has a daytime,
in the countryside, in the dark
they did not toss tequila,
they crossed running at high speed,
by faith we do not want dictatorship,
every dawn I recite
poems off the head,
let your faith guard you toes,
the rich already have fat cheeks,
the youth is complaining
of low wages,
there is no way they can explain,
our over-taxation.
when I flow on this pen like a
like a fountain we know,
what was not to be has come to be
it is by faith
that the mountains moved,
the prison gates opened,
remember paul and silas
am not teaching you, am blessing you
my body is here, my thoughts are far
whatever you do, it is up to you,
anywhere you pass is by hard work
keep it up so as not to sleep hungry,
Do not leave things unfinished.
yeah, as it is, the faith is yours,
so leave pride, greed, envy,
wrath, sloth, add lust and gluttony,
basic temptations bring tension,
Mc am moving a motion of peace,
the Mp is demoralizing hope,
we believe we are armed in the army,
like the gospel with G3 not forgetting
to mention our word is the ammunition.

Unity is strength,
disunity is weakness,
we know one finger can’t kill a louse,
one will get there but,
together we will succeed,
when shit is hard, we are hardcore,
it is important to finish,
what we started,
to differentiate between
development and buildings,,
an aim and derailment,
to the level of achieving an objective
whatever you do,
give it all your best,
when a lot of people move in masses,
you will sense there is something
motivating them and it is not sativa,
it is the youth in them as they search
for the better economy,
don’t let any man bring you down,
don’t let him harass you,
because you are woman,
and you are not in the bar here,
carry your banner higher and higher,
until your biceps harden,
like those ones of an oven fan blower
you are a hip hop laborer,
you are getting space like a veteran,
sweetness and bitterness,
you understand them in the light,
the bringer of chaos is in the dark,
asking for them is like
playing guitar to a goat,
look at guys now, they have become
dangerous hardheads,
everyday in the news,
there is some kind of disaster,
and those dudes,
are not even covered up like Talibans,
chant down Babylon, this is some war
between good and evil,
remove O from the former, its God,
add D to the latter,
it becomes Devil,
that is the way it is.