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By SUNEZ #SkillastratorLO The #PowerWrite
Lost myself. I’m sure I’s here. In my arm, leg, leg and arm. In my organs, in my muscles, in my mind that motions them. I halt, shuffle back, crawl forward, hunch walk forward at their behest. I want to search and they teach me to look forever. They’ve enslaved me, taught me to eat wrong foods and at their greatest mercy learned me to like nothing. I won’t speak bad of them like that’ll find me some me. We all are here after all. And one for all is a sacrifice for brand new. Nubians were a crew that’s kin. Told me no sin in me so why not find him within. But we don’t win, we whittle within, compromise supremacy as the wildly smitten and bid on bins in the sky till we die. All’s over, they say, we find out if they lied. Now I once heard tales of special men, about 5 out of every cien, that said they was the lost that was now found. Living Almighty, a humility when you saw them work, a humanity when you saw them embrace children. They never die. Some of them even spoke supremacy in sentences, science in sounds, elevating even when lost in breaks never looking lost, their mystery was always history within. No more shuffling, I promise savior of the universe now equally zig zag zigging. Our return happens now before we return to the essence…
A baritone in the cadence of a blunt hammer opening minds to a re-embrace of deeper ideas, Kasim Allah, is a beacon of edutainment in the #InvisibleRenaissance. That is for young savage niggas, my brother’s classroom got chairs of snare crunch, tables of turntabled break essentials and walls adorned with lyric memorabilia of battles, moments and insights. A class roomed Return of the God Emcee, bringing the gifted to the special, the God to the wrongly named nigga, a record to read through as much as you bang out to.
Driven by intentions to content, a Black man completely discontent with the way of our trife and groovy enough to funk up the knowledge into anthems of malcontent but everything establishment. Established themes, (“I’m the maker, damn right, I’m the owner/ the universe exploded from a boner…” – “Call Me Dat”) and powerful statements with real time embedded realness (“Late night lessions from First Born Prince at Allah school – “The Time”), an actual Hip Hop lifestyle that moves between learning 120 to taking all freestyle challengers (“Da Game Needs Me”) and a fearlessness to drop hard truths and disable the target marketers (“crackers play the race card, them white rappers trying hard to replace God…nigggas is bitch for a check castrated/put it on the 1 & 2’s crossfade it/cross dressing/found checks and lost they lessons…” – “Fuck Boi”) and manifestos against devils in the key of building (“the fall of mankind is engineered by a few/my despise you/ride right beside you/haters just misplace love, What I do is bring my enemies closer/I’m supposed to guide you/I slide through the blocks and drop gems on the mental/you can’t fool the God nowadays/who sent you…” – “Save It”)
A voice of authoritative dominance with a cadence mastered in subtle enunciation keeping the rhythm carefully, Kasim is a rarity that exposed the majority of the power bars of the best MCs use my family’s 5% Nation of Gods and Earths dialogue, slap it into cadences for comfort and legitimacy but really don’t know about bringing something to the streets white folk up top don’t want and white folk down back never expected. It lets him disappear into the pocket on “Fight Back” where he gives insights that make complacency the stupidest fucking idea we keep indulging.
Kasim’s tradition is not disconnected from Black struggle and his love for our women (“Anytime”) or his live and direct ethos traversing dance moves (“Foolz Paradise”) all offer the diverse pieces of a man. Thematically, the trial of Kasim’s musical life is a horrid and inspiring documentary where he survived the other 4079 industry rules and now rhymes with this returned freedom that is epitomized on “Hip Hop Is Black” where his voice hits a low register of sinister smooth with his flow at its best diving in and out of arrangements and hitting bars on snares and cymbal crashes.
Musically, this is beyond his Living Mathematics LP’s equalizing flaws. It is a work where samples soul’d and funk’d aren’t hard to find but are laced with a refreshing vibrancy more often than they just acceptable crates of yester illness. That ol’ down home soul is wonderfully placed singing to let Kasim hit deep notes on love on “I’m Alright,” or that bounce in thump Kasim achieves on “Da Game Needs Me” where Jay isn’t the only easy crate identified but the blend is made potent by this LP’s great instrument, MC Kasim. There are also the special samples as the older God First Born Prince (Remembered In Perfection), one of the 9 first born students of Allah, the Father, founder of the 5% Nation of Gods and Earths where all Gods and Earths trace their lineage back to and “where Allah school jewels are infused on the track” by Kasim. And in this rap world of #RespectFAKE, the contrast of Kasim Allah is so fucking abnormal, ROTGE feels like a different genre we used to fuck with. Because of that, like Living Mathematics, this still is too short a listen when this music needs more than reintroductions and returns of the God emcee but a guaranteed lengthy catalog. But I built with the God and we listened to this uncompromising return now.
Return of the God Emcee is an album that navigates through the culture of the Gods living the knowledge of self, socio-political ideas and battle bars that offers a soulful link to the timeline of the music’s Black continuum. That one can use this forum again as unapologetically as they proclaim they will. To be Black, to relay disagreement with what one knows is wrong, to champion the worth of the more difficult road. That’s what Kasim is. Black. The Original man. The God…that emcees.
#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:
#KnowledgeOfSelf
#LoveAndLoyalty
#OriginalCreativity
Peace, Sunez Allah
#SkillastratorLO #PowerWrite