Holiday

Audio book by eccentric imagineer Mark Mushiva.

Searching for Festus Shipanga

I had to throw the revolution on a dead maus joint just to see if you would fuck with it. Strength and honor to Tahir.

The song is reflective of the socio-economic reality we have come to live in. A society that is technologically advanced for the most part (Type 0 see Kardashev scale and Michio Kaku on civilizations)but hurtles on with a misaligned global value system frozen in the neolithic age. It cuts away the intellectualized approach you would expect from an academic lecture and deliberately grounds itself in a seemingly unrelated incongruent rhetoric hinged on the abstract and fantastical (use less adjectives). This comes from the realization that cerebral interactions with listeners are counter intuitive, because the science behind listening to music suggests that there is a lucid internalization of ideas. This means that mathematical or highly scientific stimuli fail to be internalized because they are too bulky to permeate through the membrane that is responsible for forming an understanding. Excuse the crude analogy. What I have done here is thrown concepts such as structural violence, environmental holocaust, the psycho-social tension of occupying the lower tier of a wealth imbalanced society, distorted family models, organized religion pathology, detrimental formal education, free market (free for all)tyranny into a readily consumable blend. Some of you will not know what these concepts are and the song does a poor job at elucidating them but your curiosity is peaking, if only to open a tab in your browser and type the search string "structural violence". This simply act will lead you to discover your activist spirit and just like that my job will be done. This is suggestibility, the art of planting ideas in people's heads. It is only unethical when the designer and the listener do not want the same thing. We all want a better world. Disclosing my intentions like this also renders any surreptitious methods ineffective. Decentralization is the most efficient methodology of sustainable design and the revolution needs to be sustained. ZFT is as an emergent group of the Zeitgeist movement that seeks to socialize people to the idea of a technological utopia or a technological apocalypse that will create the necessary conditions for such a utopia to exist. Enjoy.

"For anything that is unfortunate enough to call itself man, hope is a dangerous thing but we are The friends of God"

The Zeitgeist Movement (Freestyle)

A song for everyone that's ever had to endure the uphill struggle to stardom. It's plain and simple, the mantra is death before dishonor. BLOW UP.
Produced by DJ Kboz of Turntable Records

The Come Up Song

Just another mixtape jam to lay down the science. Strength and honor to all my people.

Whatever you like

War time Lubango, Angola circa 1989. We are still here.

1987

New joint by Namibian super producer and skateboarder turned rapper. Mark Mushiva.
LYRICS: https://genius.com/Becoming-phill-feat-mark-mushiva-not-fucking-wit-u-lyrics

Not fucking with u

Oslo, Norway based producer Vuyo Smage teams up with Namibian rapper Mark Mushiva for a comprehensive EP illustrating life in Africa. 

Been Hurt(Prod BlazZco) Ft Southwest & Jean Michael

Image: "The face of a man that has seen war, a PLAN (People's Liberation Army of Namibia) fighter that was captured by the apartheid South African Defense Force"

Beat: Gramatik

Lyrics:


“God level tings man”

I find myself standing beside myself on matters about myself how do I guard myself from myself
I always want more
I sing this last song for ya’ll

I find myself standing beside myself on matters about myself how do I guard myself from myself
I always want more
I sing this last song 

How do I guard myself from myself
Kilos fell with my health
I stood without help for so long
I haven’t held another hand for so long
‘cause for so long we held on to pain so prolonged
the prologue of my story
features gory details and crooked females
and shifty friends
I walked the path
with a girl I call my broken half
we didn’t match
I guess I was never quite the catch
what’s that thing the say about opposites
when one’s negative 
best believe the other positive
she got caught by the hounds
right around the same time by friend got caught with amounts
of coke
and no amount of hope could save him
he was doing a bid 
they out in England and that’s how he lost touch with his kids
I like to stay in touch with my kid
Pull up a chair for my younger self and ask him what the relevance is
we grew up drinking like fish 
and death was just another day a black kid was found in a ditch
the church wanted us to worship but we built war ships that moved weight in neighbourhoods
like human fork lifts
I never pushed drugs myself
but I know many a drug dealer that would have died without my help
I guess that makes me an accessory
but would you call us friends if you ever saw the devil standing next to me
I didn’t thinks so, I didn’t think it at first
I figured fuck it I’d just wing it at birth
I lifted the curse of the angel of death
they hate the finesse
but wonder what’s next
but why do I stress about these non-factors
they rap about bling they’re all backwards
but me?
man I’m the fucking king of all rappers
I was supposed to go but I chose to stay
the only dude that can match me is Allain Villet (Ali that Dude)
gave him a choice own the whip or you can play valet
he agreed so Black Vulcanite was formed that day
wrote songs that day
hoping they write 
hoping they like
verses from an MC who chokes on the mic
because all I’ve ever had was a fucking idea
couple of photos of my mom that I kept as a souvenir 
trying to retrace my steps
I wonder if she got my text
see “I love you”
that’s the last message I sent my ex
tell her “Clare I hope fair better in your years, better than your peers, sorry for the tears”
I’m sorry mama
We all make mistakes I guess we all trying
a song about life and I called it the Art of Dying
should have called it the art of lying 
in a den of starving lions
at the feet of fucking giants
I’m running I’m out of time..but I’ll just wait here though, I’ll just wait here for a new day
Art of Dying! Black Future

The Art of Dying (War & Hip Hop)

Summertime tune for the lovely women of flowering seasons.

Written by: Mark Mushiva and Vuyo Bytheway
Produced by: VuyoMusic
Mixed by: Kjetil Harlekin
Cover by;; Espen Dalen 
Alex Melbye on bass


The Love Song(Prod.Vuyo)

Just wanted to make a track for my anime, sci-fi, hip-hop loving people.
Engineering by Isack Kapembe
Artwork by Christopher Burrows
beat by POISON FLOWERZ, song inspired by MFDOOM & RZA - Warbooks

Warrior’s Code: A story of redemption 

[Admit it, I am I not much better than you]
[laugh]
[Well I guess that you would be the only one foolish enough who would dare to come hear, you’ve got courage]

I’m in a mood of sorts trying to find a place to record
and redeem myself son that lost the family sword
so many rappers, tried to shock me like faulty adaptors
revenge story learned the face of all my attackers
and went after them, killing everyone of them I saw
I made right all the things I couldn’t prove by law Vincent 
at night I burned incense and heightened all senses remember all lessons
I’ve come a long distance since spent nights under moons like giant headlights
win ten fights in real-life never a website
pace move slower, boa constrict Noah
kill the master of beasts meet the new master of beats
and now the old master’s dead and I assume the mantle
I’m Baby Moses Floating Down the Okavango
man who can phase me? I’m feral like wolves raised me
I’ve got the Will, I said I’m Ferrell like whites raised me 
no matter whose barrel is aimed it’s locked safety
safely tucked in, careful whenever hugging 
cos that’s when they pull the blade
it’s hidden in the braids, the fireworks, the distractions from the parade
they steal your gaze
as the knife it pierces armor, who will avenge me
that’s why I call my son Karma
who will attend me, my whole life they tried to end me man, yo, my whole life they tried to end me

As the world turns, I keep screaming let the world burn
and curse my enemy’s ash until it’s all urns
cos when it’s all set and done, what’s the altern
we ain’t got shit but the warrior’s code

now as the world turns, we keep screaming let the world burn
and curse our enemy’s ash until it’s all urns
so when it’s all set and done, what’s the altern
we ain’t got shit but the warrior’s code

I found a sword with a magic garden, an old man said I beg your pardon
this sword is forged from warrior’s souls you’ve got to earn it son
and so I trained until the winter come
but I’m still haunted by my troubled past
and so I let off a double gasp
and prepare for the final task
it’s Madlib the way the vinyl blast
master summons me in a hurry
it’s time to see if I’m worthy
we’re sparring but it looks like he’s really trying to hurt me
but as his coming towards me
I finally realize what the words mean
I’m the chosen one if I choose to be it
so I defeat him with a move
I didn’t know that I could use
the surprise in his eyes, he didn’t know that he could lose
the master and the student part ways
the mutual respect that part stays
I’m walking miles away but I decide I should stop at a rented car place
I get something cheap and I start heading north
with my new sword it’s time to see what life has in store
no more battling niggaz with support that’s half way
only hanging with babes that look like Anne Hathaway

As the world turns, I keep screaming let the world burn
and curse my enemy’s ash until it’s all urns
so when it’s all set and done, what’s the altern
we ain’t got shit but the warrior’s code

now as the world turns, we keep screaming let the world burn
and curse our enemy’s ash until it’s all urns
so when it’s all set and done, what’s the altern
we ain’t got shit but the warrior’s code

Warrior's Code: A story of redemption

The Life and Times of Jimmy Fatchild: COMING SOON!!!

Fallen Suhn (Intro)

The grand debut, first single to come from the Namibian Hip Hop & Poetry collective, Black Vulcanite. This song catalogs the penmanship of each of the members and projects an insightful montage based on how they feel about their individual success and struggles with art. The song was exclusively released on one of SA's biggest sub-culture blogs Cheka.co.za. The beat was produced by Maloon and recorded by Blue Chilli entertainment for Mark's "Life & Times of Jimmy Fatchild" and Alithatdudes currently untitled mixedtape.

I hope they write

Second single from the Hip Hop collective Black Vulcanite. This time around the group set out to pronounce their avid fellowship of Otaku culture juxtaposed with their natural affinity for Hip Hop. This is head music for people who see the MC as a swordsman and his words the brutal strikes from his sharp blade. The beat was produced by Namibian producer Prolifik Artikle.

Fallen Sun

1st single off my new joint of the same name, Turbo Summation. 

Singer AMA Uris
Produced by Becoming Phill
Post-production credits
Harry

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