Hidden Gems in the Mega Rough Volume X – Black Star

By tdf, May 10, 2015

We are living in a world where millions go wild, bounce their heads, and pay homage to a man absent of any redeeming value with the self adorned moniker of Fiddy. A world where the most famous black man is a mass slaughtering Grand Deceiver who kisses his kids and wife goodnight after signing off on a KILL LIST for the destruction of mere suspects and their families in foreign lands. A world where image and fakery take precedence over substance and bearing yourself naked and real.

With all of such bother in mind, it seems the perfect time to delve into the shadows of hippetyhop history and to remind ourselves of true artists…who rhyme and sing an expression of heart and soul, not for the money, or to play to the crowd, or to win an Emmy.

They make music like they mean it. And remain to this day even in their past guises, a beacon of sincerity and purity of essence put into verse.

Perhaps they avoid commenting on the latest boxing match. Perhaps they avoid biting into others persisting in the realm of ART. That elevates their core message and desire to foment social change for the better, regardless of their prime time allocation. They are prize fighters for Honesty and wicked beats.

Mos Def – History ft. Talib Kweli

Beautiful Struggle – Talib Kweli

More and more people are living without feeling,
A new form of slavery has been conjured,
the most beautiful form,
for when the slaves dont know they are slaves,
the priests can smile.

talib kweli & hi tek – Good Mourning – Reflection Eternal

I’m seeking my lost tribe,
those who follow their heart,
open their heart,
without fear of the reprisals which WILL come,
for like me,
they have chosen to live a life,
where everything means something,
not a path of cupidity or duplicity,
dealing in chinese whispers,
then smiling at those who behind their backs you have skanked.

To be faced with torture,
with the demise of your loved ones,
can lend towards offering a stance,
which is not in your heart,
but focused on survival.

Yet the majority of fake cunts I meet daily,
are facing nothing other,
than a continuation of the schoolyard bitchery.

Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek – Too Late (Feat. Res)

Talib Kweli – Love Language

I am a twisted poet,
cynical and warmongering ALWAYS,
against the most obvious enemies of liberty and decency,
yet when truth be told,
as it must,
I am a creature of Love…

For I want to play,
to feel safe enough to always expose,
everything I am,
and to see smiles from the heart,
meet my eagerness for play and joy.

Talib Kweli – For Women

Love your Woman. For the world is ruled presently, by evil men. Earn her Love. Devote yourself to sharing and bearing Everything you have and are with your Woman. For they are Medea, Boudacia, Cleopatra, and all that seems wonderful in the world is Womanly. We have the term ‘Mother Nature’ for good reason. Father Nature is a cowardly, vicious, spiteful, greedy creature. He is not Nature. For the Nature of Men is brutality…Which is not to suggest that all men are awful, my brothers are fine exceptions…as it is not to suggest that all Women are delightful and pure as they are Not. I am merely asserting that the traditional values of Women are preferable, and I wish every man I knew and loved adored his Woman as his Queen, and She in turn adored him as her King. The World would be a better place.

mos def – hip hop

mos def – ms fat booty

I maintain a wretchedly keen vigil upon global affairs,
in absence of my own affairs offering any fireworks,
which warm my fingers to approach,
so from RT to Global Research,
Information Clearing House to Democracy Now I travel,
spend much of my non corporately owned time,
concocting rantings and ravings eagerly aimed at revolution,
which few read,
and even fewer take any semblance of value from…

Yet I pride myself on doing my bit,
for the global salvation.

Which is all well and good,
and it brings me some…
distant apparition of satisfaction.

My revolutionary zeal aside,
I found myself distracted and disorientated,
away from my routine of War Desk nourishment,
for rather than a wretched eagerness to delve deeper,
into how our Nazis in Ukraine,
are burning people alive,
rather than,
Houthi v Saudis,
I am directed by unseen forces,
and focused upon investigating different shades of brown,
and finally,
after many minutes of studying and remembering,
I decided upon Pecan…

As the colour of the eyes of a Woman,
whose eyes are so beautiful,
that they cause my corpse to emerge from the earth,
smarten its blazer,
blush,
lose all eloquence…

And present myself as a village idiot,
eager to smile,
unable to achieve anything more.

Those Pecan eyes are the most beautiful thing in my realm,
and to peek into them,
and feel them gaze upon me,
encourages the fox cub of my heart to prance,
and feel like the world is a gorgeous place.

I forget Myself.
And whether She is a figment of my concentration,
or real,
I value those fleeting moments,
when I feel like I am the fox cub,
bristled tail,
eager to frolik,
yet dumbfounded in word.

Mos Def – Travellin Man