Bluebells, Angels, Soundsystems and Mic Cords

She said “most little girls won’t look for a prince, so they won’t find him,
they’re looking for a villain and hope to find a prince inside him,

most grown women learn better and some wise girls know from the start”,
But I don’t play the game of faking villain, life ain’t a game, it’s art.

They don’t wanna hear how I’m like Jesus or Buddha cos I failed,
they wanna hear how I tried but in comparison I paled,

paled like the white depiction of Christ, sometimes I was cold as ice,
aimed for bodhisattva-like compassion, I’m just not that nice.

They don’t wanna hear how I tried to forgive acting like it’s all bless,
like Jesus forgave the men who put the spear in his chest.

They wanna hear the truth, we’re friends now, I wish her the best
but if I think about it now I overstand better but it still gets me vex.

The old man on his bike in the graveyard smiles like there’s a secret we share,
Like we’re two of a chosen few who knew… we’re not really there.

I’m like a bluebell on a grave, like an angel in a rave, you can help me here.
Sometimes I care so much it looks like I don’t really care.


Sometimes, sure, I’m bored like retired Timelords wondering why your
Average human being even bothers to rhyme for.

While your magical tools like your soundsystems and mic cords
Transport my thoughts to your heart to make you say BRRAP! Or “I’m floored.”

Bluebells on graves… angels in raves,

Letting go for forgiveness, happy to live blessed.

While your magical tools like your soundsystems and mic cords
Transport my thoughts to your heart to make you say BRRAP! Or “I’m floored.”



The World WILL Know My Name (I’m Amazing)

Some more audacious, obnoxious, “I’m not depressed anymore” bars… 

Visualising success, abundance flowin’, Balance growin’,

Enjoying the quantum flow, I feel like a million bucks,
enjoying the power of saying “no thankyou” to the average crutch,

even though I love sex, I love the power of saying no and,
Visualising success, abundance flowin’, Balance growin’,

Enjoying the quantum flow, I’m feeling successful,
enjoying the power of saying “no” to a million crutches. Yes? Cool.

not slut shaming, judging, or blaming, if the shoe fits be proud, claiming,
They don’t want emotional guys for one night stands – I rarely found my way in.

Now it’s my turn to be picky, ‘Pinky and the Brain’ing, taking
over the world. The world will know my name – cos I’m amazing!

We’re ALL amazing, but like Kitty Pride we’re phasing
in a new era. N like lion prides I’m hunting while you’re grazing.

Doctor Strange flow-er, Stormtrooper with flamethrower – I’m saying…
Flamethrower – cos I’m straight slaying while I’m flaming.

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Na Blame

I stopped blaming my parents for circumstances I was born in,
between lifetimes I could imagine my soul ignoring the warnin’.
We were all born in the context of global warming,
and the military industrial complex’s Cold Warring.
I stopped blaming politicians cos their third eyes need opticians.
I used to rinse em n diss em, with activists who wanted to lynch em,
If they can’t do best for the country can I blame them for doing best for their families financially?
If they casually endanger their own families with foreign policy casualties?

But we’re all doing the best we can with what we’ve been given,
…you won’t stop me livin my life my way, I say.
you won’t stop me livin for the greater good, only a hater would,
no such thing as a hater, hot as an LA Lakers hood.

It’s easy to blame, harder to accept we’re all trying,
and we’re all the same, harder to accept we’re all crying.
It’s easy to shame, harder to show empathy,
It would be alot easier to encourage you all to vent with me but
It’s easy to blame, harder to accept we’re all trying,
and we’re all the same, harder to accept we’re all crying.
It’s easy to shame, but also to show appreciation

Gratitude, big ups! And exaltation!

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Out Here and Shining

I got a reason to be confident, if not arrogant or cocky,
tryin to stop me climbing’s like tryin to stop the sun from shining,
you couldn’t stop me if you were a dark cloud on a cold morn,
my reign is destined like sunlight on a cold dawn
destined like the drop after the break in a junglist mix.
you couldn’t stop my shine if you were the moon on an eclipse,
My prince is unborn, my unborn daughter’s a princess.
My queen’s a spiritual sister – no incest.
It’s like I’m trying to make God say “I’m so impressed.”
you reap what you sew… I’m reaping love…
HMRCs been sewing stress. I’ve been sewing satin scarves
so I’m so well dressed while I’m flowing best.
They think they’re wild dogs but they’re no DMX,
they’ll just get neutered toe to toe with these vets.
Now I know we’re all one so there’s really no ‘best’,
but the illusion of this individual does seem so blessed.


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UR INFINITE #spiritual #conscious #hiphop #ukhiphop #kevthepoet

You’re infinite (poetic Hip-Hop with live violin)


The King of Hip-Hop

There is no king of Hip-Hop. In my humble opinion there can’t be a king of Hip-Hop.

“Why can’t there be a king of Hip-Hop…?” because music is a matter of opinion, it’s a subjective thing. Nothing determines the king. The best selling artist might be trash – Vanilla Ice sold ALOT of music in the 90s. The Spice Girls sold alot of records. Record sales don’t make you the king. So who decides?

J Cole said it best…
“Ain’t gonna be no more kings
Be wary of any man that claims
Because deep down he clings onto the need for power
The reality, he’s a coward
Ultimately he’s scared to die
And sometimes so am I
But when I’m in tune with the most high
I realize, the fear lies in my lack of awareness of the other side
Today I know that we are the same, are the same, you and I
Different kind of skin, different set of eyes
Two different minds, but only one God
(It’s only one God nigga)
It’s for all the kings
Cause I know deep down every poet just wanna be loved” – J Cole, Fire Squad

The problem is, and no offence intended to any age or race, but if teenage hipsters who know nothing about Hip-Hop culture or history buy more records than “real Hip-Hop heads” (of any age or race) who analyse flows, lyrics and production  does that mean Justin Bieber can be the King of Hip-Hop next year if he sells the most records? (It’s got to be about more than record sales or it leaves the culture open to culture vultures and cheesy pop stars. So who decides who is king? If not record sales?

Was Michael Jackson the King of Pop? Because it was drummed into your head by pop culture or because he sold the most records? Or because he was objectively the best? Who decides who is king?

Is Eminem the king of Hip-Hop? He sold the most records in the end. I can’t call it, because he is one of the best ever if not the best but the fact that more white people listen to the white rapper gives him an unfair advantage which then turns into an unfair handicap. Cos he may well be the best, but few people are gonna give it to him when we know there are lots of white people who will only buy a rap album if it’s Eminem, people who know nothing about the rest of Hip-Hop culture.

What decides who is king? Is it their influence on culture, or on the industry?

There is no king. Because as I said, it’s subjective opinion, some would say that the Beatles were more of a pop group than a rock group and put the Rolling Stones in the rock category, some would say Rock n Roll is part of the Rock category so Elvis takes the rock spot, some would say pop music is just “popular music” so Elvis and the Beatles are both bigger pop stars than Michael Jackson (I checked, the Beatles sold the most records of all time, followed by Elvis, followed by Michael Jackson) so if we’re going on sales AND if we’re calling all popular music ‘Pop Music’ then the Beatles and Elvis are fighting for the king of rock AND the kings of pop. Classical? Many people would argue Mozart. But clearly there is an argument for Eminem and truth is he’s the biggest selling rap artist but not the most influential, hardly anyone tries to sound like Em, he’s too unique and original. You say the most influential but the truth is most rappers try to be like Jay Z and the rest try to be like 2Pac, Eminem is so unique most people would sound weird if they rapped about killing their baby mommas, their moms doing drugs or dissing pop stars. Most rappers either rap about money and hoes like Jay Z or rap about being a thug like 2Pac or try to say something conscious like 2Pac so they’re currently the most influential. If you’d said Eminem was king cos he sold the most you would have a better argument but then I’d refer back to my previous comment, some terrible rappers have sold alot of records in the past cos idiots buy music – Vanilla Ice sold ALOT of records. So sales doesn’t really mean anything. Sales indicates good marketing more than it indicates good music.

I’m not trying to say Vanilla Ice compares to Eminem, Eminem has got skills but he also appeals to people that don’t even like rap music unless it’s Em. I only mention Vanilla Ice because in the 90s he was one of the biggest artists but nobody would call him king. I think Eminem is a good candidate for king because he’s talented AND he’s sold alot of records but I still say there can be no king because everybody is using different criteria.

Personally I’m old skool with it. KRS-One would be a good candidate for me, also Afrika Bambaata, the Amen Ra of Hip-Hop. If you love Hip-Hop culture you should find out as much as you can about Afrika Bambaata and the Zulu Nation and what they did to organise Hip-Hop culture at the start, and redirect gang culture in New York towards breakdancing, graffiti, and rapping. Just for influence on the culture.

If I were to talk about sheer skill on the mic Rakim has to get mentioned and the man everybody saw as heir to his throne – Nas. None of these people sold as many records as Jay-Z or Eminem but their dedication to the true spirit of Hip-Hop is an unquantifiable feature of legendary status.

But when it comes to skill that is another subjective opinion and there are plenty of new potential heirs to the throne. I wonder what people will say in ten years about Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, King Los, J Cole, Jay Electronica, Ab-Soul and Hopsin?
There is no king. Just opinions.

Black Steel In the Age of An@rchy

Inspired by Chuck D, Public Enemy and current Hip-hop media…

I remember when Hip-hop culture was revolutionary /
now all these rap websites have ads for the military /
house negroes like “hey master, hey massa, hey boss” /
while I still bump ‘Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos’ /
like “I got a letter from the government the other day /
I opened and read it, it said they were suckers /
they wanted me for the army or whatever” /
die for oil motherf**kers? nah brothers, not us. /
respect due to anybody in the military /
brave enough to risk life and limb for their families and their land /
but your government don’t give a damn about you, in conflicts unnecessary /
Beg all Hip-hop media not to sell out to The Man. /
(but whose the man? I’m the man, you’re the man, we’re all the man,
There’s no independent nature and nothing to understand.) /
we probably got the oil lobby on decks and on next /
up on the mic – the military industrial complex! /
To hold us back it took millions of a nation, /
cointel pro, MK Ultra and the Council on Foreign Relations. /
I’ve been waiting for consciousness evolution – running out of patience /
they saying prison population’s the new slavery plantation /
But planet Earth’s a goddess, living Mothership space-station. /
Mother Earth, Mother Nature, living Mothership space-station.

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