Under the Sun,
Savior of the Universe Now appeared to rove
An Equality in a curriculum Zig zag zigged
A whole century of principles
Only the paper free to stain with our thoughts held promissory notice
Sunez Allah, A significant signature on plus lessons
That arm, leg, leg and arm held under the light of they head.
I’m your brother.
I offer these blessings clasped by iron binding.
Word Zagnif! We still Kings…
Zagnif rhymes in the cooled temperament of peril. His cadence is the moment before the thumb clasps its fingers in formed punch. On The GodBrother Blessings, these five fingers are an epitome punch of the #InvisibleRenaissance, excellence far beneath the surface hoping to be excavated. It is when MCing merges a slow tempo with distinct word choices, a verbal dexterity that is performed with a timing of select pauses for emphasis. This is a subtle art and Zagnif continues to master it. “Unpolished Grit” I build upon where a natural slowed delivery lets the breaks snap on the bar and rolling keys finale on the end of crucial ideas. An arranging that delivers an incredible foundational line that caps each verse, “My style is an idol gift/unpolished from vile grit…” When the tempo updates, the syllable structure never falters and the delivery worries little as on “God Sponsors” as he verses, “Live with my weapon and grip it with tension
Vivid aggression, stone cold feeling the pressure/Cylinder stretching, boss like; revealing the message/Killing is senseless unless the hand is forced shield in the trenches…” Zagnif turns the mere huff and puff bars of crew calking combat into a warrior code with principle. The hells affect us but they won’t turn us. And Zagnif’s fury is calm is tone and powerful in wordplay as, “You like them rich faggots worshiping a shrine of obelisks/Behind the closet frisk; mastermind the populous/Lies anonymous; keep it over there, don’t try to profit this…” on “Daybreak.” Zagnif’s melodic sense is in his ability to deliver the constant internal rhyming he writes up from “Countless wishes, no malnutrition or foul decisions/Counting digits around the fences with mountain pictures/Styling visions; my cloud has risen to outer limits/Knowledge gifted; I shifted prisms and found my Mrs.” to “No heaven to believe in when the presence of the demons/Keeps on threatening our semen with the spreading of diseases/The peasants that are sheepish pray to the legend of this Jesus/Credulous, facetious; that’s a weapon of depletion…” on “Still Kings II,” the thumb of the EP and a prime example of the theme of Zagnif’s militant street lyricism.
Musically, the elegance of instrumentation is achieved consistently as in the pensively and sparsely pressed piano notes of “Unpolished Grit,” or the more defined piano springs that epically wail on “God Sponsors,” or the electric guitar twanged plucks that wake “Daybreak” and its tambourine shaking serving as the lushest high hat. GodBrother’s foundation here still is his drum work. The pounding bass drums through an impeccably scraped snare fill the space around Zagnif on “Still Kings II” whilst the same strategy is subdued on “Unpolished Grit” where the drums and snare linger through a persistent bassline groove, a humming menace of pure addiction. With a powerful verse on “God Sponsors” the musical palette for The GodBrother suggests much to behold.
Zagnif Nori and the entire Noble Scity Crew are blessings of the #InvisibleRenaissance, the 2010’s. Much of that is their unseen excellence as displayed here and some of it is the demand we willingly await them to supply. For now these blessings…
#LOVEandLOYALTY A #LoLife
The organization of these principles around a counterculture, an expressive arts of creation that uplifts the ideas and thoughts of an oppressed people, is why I’m an honored builder amongst legends, knighted by heroes of Medina (Rakim Supreme Shabazz Allah/Rudy Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd, Bonz Malone) to further create in my element as a Hip Hop Writer of #ArtOnArt & #ScienceOnMusic. So the world may find love that locks in with the action of loyalty though they may never find another writer with my kind of grammar…
Representing the pillars of:
Peace, Sunez Allah