I am a rapper. At heart, everywhere. And now, it’s time to roga you musically. How do I know that? That I am a super MCee, super lyric buster? I just know… I know my talents and rapping is one of them.
This rap mojo started when I was in high school. In Form 2, to be specific. My Gitura ushamba was slowly wearing off and I was making up for lost time. I was sporting towards “becoming a G”. My Lyric Book (remember them?), did not have those mellow Westlife shit yours had. No! Mine was Gangsta… I collected lyrics from XZibit, Busta Rhymes, Dr. Dre, Lil Kim, Wu Tang, Run DMC and such – it came with a Parental Advisory sticker because, well, it was explicit content.
How did I get these lyrics, you ask? Way before there were Cyber Cafes, Posta used to have computers that connected to the internet. All you needed to do is buy a SurfCard worth kedo 100 bob and use the internet for 3 hours. I would use my full days during the holidays researching about Hip Hop and writing down the lyrics, writing, not printing. That’s how dedicated I was to Hip Hop. Then when the school opened I would be the real thing, debating underground and old school Hip Hop with the cool kids from the city.
Then I bought cassettes, lots of radio cassettes loaded with Hip Hop. CD ni za jana. I even bought MP3 CDs, never mind we had no CD player, and there was no place I would listen to it. I was just intrigued that I could have 150 songs; Hip Hop songs in one place. Again, it would give me front seat in the hall during Entertainment Fridays.
In school we had factions. East Coast and West Coast that never saw eye to eye. Tupac and Notorious BIG wasn’t as vicious, those lived on different Coasts of the US… we used to live in the same dormitories and learn in the same classes. It was war! And the neighbouring Kanjalu Girls School had their own G-Unit… so we formed our Terror Squad and terrible disses flew.
My G culture carried on even to the village. To Church. Soon, I was freestyling the Good Gospel of the Lord. I would ask for a slot to “kuwaimbia wimbo mmoja” and rap my message. One time, during Christmas I called the Wise Men “the smart dudes from the East Side”… and made the E sign. A church elder called me later to counsel me. 🙂 Or that time when I was playing Black Eyed Peas’ Where is the Love song in Church (it sounded gospel-ish, no?) Only that it was a cassette and Side B had DMX’ X Gonna Give it to You. Started like this:
Uh, yeah don’t get it twisted
This rap shit, is mine
Motherf****r, it’s not, a f****g, game
F**k what you heard
It’s what you hearing
Another time one of those Holy Joes in village churches who judge the lesser, more sinful people using their own definitions of Christianity; said something about my dressing and I hit him with a verse from Kleptomaniac’s Bado Niko.
mimi bado niko mi Frank ni hatari
na si swali
toroka songa mbali
fimbo yangu mic mzee chunga maslahi
niaje unanipinga mi ni Musa ama Msinai
mi huwanga na sumu ndani ya saliva
niki-spit naenda deep kama deep sea diver
When I came to Nairobi I started attending (free) Hip Hop concerts at Sarakasi; those rap sessions. And this other time at KICC when we stayed at a Ukoo Flani Mau Mau Hip Hop concert so late we almost got mugged.
Kero the free-styler
If you thought Kero was Mshamba think again (okay, to some extent he was)… when we didn’t have a radio, we would use his phone’s Bomfunk ringtone to freestyle ourselves to sleep. We had lines. Better lines and flow than kina Khaligraph Jones.
Too bad I left Nairobi for some time, started growing up and looking for money in the corporate world – made me forget that I was a rapper at heart.
And then recently I started meeting rappers for coffee, still in the corporate world. Like Kaka and Juliani and asking them about their lifes in music- you know, learning from the real Gs.
Don’t you think my stars are aligning? Isn’t that a sign that I should be a rapper?
Yesterday I decided to roga my fans with a freestyle on Facebook… and it all came back to me. Check that out here, the real killers are in the comments.
Hip Hop is in my blood. I should become a rapper. I have some sunglasses, that stadii hat, lines… and I have an Amerucan accent. All it takes to be a rapper. Want an autograph?
Mimi ni Msanii wa sanaa/
Niko na umalenga/
Aki calif uwee buru..Hahahaha!!Yo!
Uuni ndi msanii o Maua/
Nditaa mistari imitou ikamia/
Haha yii ngai! Inaweza though
Iyo kidole ni ya nani
Yo, that finger right there belongs to my biatch… ye!
Tihihihi…sawa nigga. Inakaa alikuwa anakuambia bla bla bla hataki kuskia
That’s my mbish/
Alikuwa ananishow sshh/
Tihihi…naona mistari inaflow
Hizi mistari u-flow/
Hatuforce ka Noti-flow/
But unafaaa kuona venye noti zetu u-flow?
Tukifanya wasee walale kwa floor
Hihi…floor ya loo? Lol.
Wakifanya nini huko
Hii ni kali/
Zaidi ya Kikali/
Achana nao zao ni za uthole/
Jibu swali.hiyo kidole ni ya nani?
Mimi napendwa na ma-she/
Wao unishow Frank-sshh/
Hiyo finger ni ya my mbish/
Bairite murume yoh!
Kibunda cha miraa Baite Murume yo/
Nawaroga zaidi ya watoto na yoyo/
Zile za Bata Back to school, yo/
He he….hio video nashoot bure sikulipishi
Gerrishon sijui mbona sipendi vitu free/
nalipia ka Joho na degree/
na bado niko popular ka wamama wa Kilimani na mtree/
tulia tulia ukuwe referee/
Am reminded of G_UNIT n P_UNIT
We got action where you don’t/
Show up places where you won’t/
G-Unit, G-G-G-G, G-Unit/
Wachana a P-Unit/
Hao ni matot/
Bado kuingiza noti/
Mimi ni yo/
Wacha hizo za swag nayo/
Sema kofia nayo/
Kidole cha kati nayo/
Miraa Baite Murume yo/
Kofia kichwani….miwani machoni…kidole mdomoni….swag si ya mashinani ni ja mjini….
Hapo umeroga kama jini/
Tunawabeat ka gava na Sultani/
Kwani sisi ni nani/
Amerucani to Ukambani/
All work and no play keeps this Yo Yo paid/
Soon I’ll be on your TV news/
Bustin’ them Larry Madowo interviews/
Roll in and out of Limos/
Uh, Yo Yo is in yo place/
Bustin’ all in yo’ face/
I got nothing but the biz on you/
This Yo Yo is in yo Fb to stay!
Ita naara we Masai/
Usitake nikurappie saahii/
Hadi uhepe Ruaka uende Ruai/
Usipatane na murume Naii/
Ona nikirhyme ma-hehe
Nitakuwa kwa dancers.. hehe
Yes, nkurap mutanosia/
Endi ita musii unketherie isia/
Nibuo mutana obaba
Hahaha… yoh baite murume yoh..
Ye ye ye/
Speaking of murume/
I am a proud murume/
Swag yangu uenda back into time/
Na hapa nitakuwa hadi after time/
Nikipatia life mathreesome/
Juu napenda kula kila time ni mealtime/
Hebu cheki hii username/
Frank ka kasuku tame/
yoh baite murume yoh.. hapa uko sojo Sana buana.
unatema mistari kama risasi..
Pia Nimecome na makasi/
Nawasort na karatasi/
usikate karatasi waweza kata taxi kama kamaxi wa matrix… yoh baite murume yoh…. Hahaha.. **what am I saying *
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers/
Posing like a thug for the niggas/
Aint no homo, got no time for the ninjas/
I’m chilling in the house/
With my digagas/
Mimi sijui nomaree/
Sijui kama ni uzee/
Ama naishi msituni kama chimpazee/
Ama basi nichanue/
Naweza rhyme mpaka
Juu mimi ni mrui kama wachawi wa Tharaka
That’s why I keep on telling u wewe ni ule msee
Yes man, hii ni kali/
In life usicome ukiwa number ya pili/
Unless ka wewe ni ni M-Arsenali/
Nacheza na nyinyi kama yoyo/
Nawarappia design ya Tony Yayo…
Hapa unadrop malines tu. Endelea mboss we.
Hapa nawachapa malines/
Nakureply na malines/
Nakusuka nywele malines/
Na nakustickisha kwa your lanes/
Nacome kuua snakes/
Zotote zenye zinakubother/
Juu kwako Eve mimi ni brother/
Frank Kenyan uuuuuuuuuuuui moto sana.
Wiina mantu yooongwa bratha
This the best pic of u…ive seen so far…few got the chiseled cheekbone…real G
Yo, yo Keren/
Don’t look at my cheekbone/
Unless you wanna play with my bone/
Latenight after I get off my throne/
Coz girl I get lit like acetone/
Yo I am in the zone/
Ahem….ukiskia nimeclear voice ka nkwenda wiitana…..luuui akuru ba njurii inaa burii…criasly are u okay!?
ooobuu waturia rii
NOTICE: I’m not rapping comment replies today. I have to work… Have a drama free one, ahead.
Yo yo Kalif… Hehehe
Ngoja uone tukiquit makazi ka wewe tukaimbe
Man.. That collection of tapes.. Ugwe wi wachia.
Makoma, papa San, kirk and the rest man. Ni kitambo.
I guess your story is how I found myself with Ameru Crew.
Haha… na SAKATA ya Sk Blue. Mimi nililalia… sasa nataka niimbe. 🙂
Someone should investigate where you have been sourcing your weed dude. Your suppliers might be adding a little more ‘something’. Yo.
Don’t you remember those days when we used to roga Miathene na Hip Hop… I was made for this, man. 🙂
You shared my thoughts right
Yo Millie, wharrayu sayin? Can’t a nigga rap? 🙂
Haha. Uuni ndii msanii maama
U alw make me laugh loud-memories.but then. Naona ua rollin with dem rappin negros.il b doin the bridge.u cn do it part time
This guy is crias.mimi naona nikikufanyia chorus and I can do crip walking too…u nid me
hahaha am still rapping. inafaa tuanze tena upya.