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All I Want

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12th Hour Ft Kita Keetz, Ill Skillz, Driemanskap, Youngsta prod. DJ Hellblazer

Black Vulcanite - Big Ego's - Rude World Records 2014
Music Video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nQWKNBBi7A&list=UUrMzL2BVbRXc93ndYU6WuOg
Prod. by : Ameen Harron
Mastered by : Tone Proper ( USA )
www.rudeworldrecords.co.za
Warning : Explicit Lyrics
Buy on iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/album/big-egos-feat.-ruby-burton/id820374105

Black Vulcanite - Big Ego's Feat. Ruby Burton

Holiday

Audio book by eccentric imagineer Mark Mushiva.

Searching for Festus Shipanga

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

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

1987

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)

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 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

Released 26th August 2019.

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Vocals: B.O.M. x M. Rumbi
Production: theNairobiNomad (M. Rumbi)


B.O.M. : https://soundcloud.com/oratile-molale

Sophia, Can You Hear Us? (Almost)

Sophia, can you hear us? (Almost) - B.O.M. x M. Rumbi

The Mix Freestyle prod. by Devitchi

REMEMBER THE FUTURE EP: Track 05
Produced by Prolifik Article (NAM)

05. Fallen Sun

REMEMBER THE FUTURE EP: Track 09
Produced by AHverruz the roots
AliThatDude

09. Nostalgia

Released 30th April 2020. 

Lyrics 


Sit smile simmer
Hold s hands
Pray what’s for dinner 
Been a minute since I ate
Pray tell is it fate
meaning of what’s on my plate
Tessellate tessellate
My words in a pleasant place
State your purpose 
Loud, they heard us
all wanna be a part of this fucking circus
But I’m just tryna be the head honcho 
Why wouldn’t I want to?
In  love with 
The Bent and broken 
These jars they opened
Cracked, stacked 
If you can call tossed aside my way
Hey babe
Come play
In the streets they say
You cant meet a great
Brother 
your in luck 
I am the one
Cause I’m a sucker 
So fun, yes fun
Is like no other, other
So need to bother any other than the one in a collar 
Call her 

Hook

My sweet side 
Feels like 
It’s taking over 
Knocking on doors cause you want me over
Jay Hova
A witness to the mess that he makes
That he takes to the chest 
Flex 
Impress just himself
That ting is just a side quest 
 I’ve met one queen of them all
Empress with her self cut in half
Boy gone writing about stars

Tell me what you wanna be
Wanna see if you align with my brand
I’m the type to fly when
It don’t fit 
I dip
could help with it
helping hand or two
Don’t you
Wanna be my tragedy
Lavish me lavishly 
Have sadness sully me and
Bring a calm
Pen in a hand
Let’s pen an
Album or two
Naah an EP dude
This talent is wanning 
Weaning 
I ain’t sip some
Is that the meaning 
Only great with these demons 
Seems unlikely 
Either way I’ll play
On this line all day
Just to say
It ain’t hit like mine 
It ain’t shit like mine what a day
Everday and
Everyday s a
Punch to the gut with heavy dose of suck it all up

Hook

My dark side 
Feels like 
It’s taking over 
Knocking on doors cause you want me over
Jay Hova
A witness to the mess that he makes
That he takes 
Now he’s the best dressed 
Crest
So there ain’t no coming down
Project 
Never grasp the mess
Rough guess that he’s heading down
But his feet can’t touch the ground 




I’m the belly
I’m the beast
I’m the one 
I’m his sheep
I’m the unsold son
With these chains on his feet
White lies claim black lives
Dropping like
black flies
Not it doesn’t 
crabs in abundance this barrel’s
A battlefield
Where friendly fire 
is our desire 
Could we tire
Of the hate
not all just the part I state is
Mad unworthy
Surely
You can see the sun in my eyes
Blind and blurry 
Melting fury 
Pain is pleasure
That’s why I chase these
“I should know better”
But I really wanna have her 
Rest t her head on my chest 
make her heart feel at rest  
Fill her soul feel blessed
And my pen just never rest
address what I know best
Wish I could just
Stay abreast 

I tried
Thrice guys 
So I’ll dip 
Slip 
Naah shit tights 
It’s getting faint 

Fit fit fit 
As I kick kick kick

Coffee (Prod. Urban Nerd Beats)

One to make you ache for her love making with urgency.
Produced by CRIME HEAT BEATS (New Zealand)
Mixed by DoorTwo studios