K'naan is he making it.........

[Valenteenah.]

^ Ahem..I'll make sure to take along a Kevlar suit and helmet.

 

 

MMA,

 

Waa maxay qosolka noocaas ahi? Wadh wadh.

Some of us don't live in Toronto, ma garatay? We don't get a chance to see him perform live, markaa ha nagu jeesteen ee nadaa. :mad:

[Jaylaani]

Originally posted by Danyer:

Jay, that's his look. He needs to look like he can represent Africa.

His look died with Bob Marley more than two decades ago.

You can look hippy without exposing your skinny ribs to the world.

 

Originally posted by Ahura:

^ And you look great in green. :rolleyes:

I don't wear green...yellow and purple are my colors.

[Maf Kees]

Don't forget that he's Somali ninyahow. Being bony is in his genes not a choice.

[Castro]

^ Danyeerow, can you believe how much jealousy and envy these people are throwing at this brother? Walee waxay u baahanyihiin a galon of haterade.

[Maf Kees]

Make it two gallons Castro! Maxaa Soomaali iyo Cuqdad isdaba dhigey yaah?

[ScarFace]

why is it when someone merely points @ something or says something they automatically labelled a hater.... come on you lot aint serious the man is a skinny. and by the looks of it he's getting money from his work.......////

[Jaylaani]

^^^^According to some people, we can’t have an opinion about anything without being a hater.

[N.O.R.F]

So has he done a track with Dead Prez themselves or a member of?

 

Just gettin some recognition from those folks is a big up and a step in the right direction. Cant imagine K-nan insulting the police though now that would be something

[Conspiracy]

Originally posted by Danyer:

Don't forget that he's Somali ninyahow. Being bony is in his genes not a choice.

Thats so b.s. , anyhow you lot should be talking about his music / message not his dress sense , umh you guys sound like lil teenage girls hanging posters up your rooms !!!

ps; his song with Tracy Chapman was all go0od!

[ScarFace]

Originally posted by Northerner:

So has he done a track with Dead Prez themselves or a member of?

 

....he done a track on M1 of Dead Prez solo album which is called confidential its the first time am hearing this brother he sounds kinda tight....

so big him up.......- there's nothing to hate -

[Yeniceri]

LOL @ the comments. Y'all clownin'.

 

Waxaan taaganahay whas good with the Ethiopian flag colors on his handband?

[Mr.Faarax]

^ jamaican influence maybe :confused:

[Guhaad]

lets stop the criticizing, and start the praises; what is your favorite K'nan line(s);

 

mine is 'i know struggle, and struggle knows me'. love the video, so soomaali, soo canjeela

 

His dress, is well, i guess all you in here, want him to be a follower, but he wants to lead, an hence dress independently. i wouldn't be surprised, if i saw K'nan wearing a Somali skirt, shid

[Blessed]

I was always a huge fan of his poetry, enjoy this one..

 

 

Too well done

Justice has a sensitive belly.

I've noticed as a boy.

it has no use for me.

I am to it like fashion to the homeless.

Or an overcoat to the sun.

I've learned at an early age,

that I am an ambitious meal,

waiting to be tasted,

but occasions have come and gone.

Festivities and bloodstained victories,

elaborate celebrations and toasts,

in the name of hospital patients and ghosts,

in the name of hunger and misery,

suffering and diseases,

I've seen it all go by,

i've heard the crackling fire,

the meeting of the glasses,

the men in fine attire,

the burning cigar ashes. Those were joyous days,

angels stripped to beasts,

the truth underneath the truth,

sold out seats and people,

no rights and wrongs,

just good points,

opinions rush to form like soldiers,

and soldiers rush to kill for opinions,

that was the age of speech,

and communication,

in a land where none dare speak,

and if a fool made the terrible mistake,

someone always screamed,

"can we please watch the war in peace"

the show must go on,

and everyone cheers for thieves,

I suppose I am surprised,

having endured time,

and even wounds from the angel of death,

that justice has yet to taste me,

touch me and smell my open veins,

ignoring me like my own shadow in the sunny mornings, I emember my grandfather, sick and old with wisdom, hammering his last nail into the wood of my old home, his eyes dry of tears, nothing left to cry.

He said that I was exotic,

but like vomit, I was tough to swallow.

we sat in our pot,

boiling bothered and hot,

him dying, and me aspiring.

we dreamt and imagined far away places,

where justice ate away faces,

and guts and heads and arms too,

devouring on their discontent,

pecking and licking and chewing on their troubles,

gulping on their fears,

belching out assurance and security for all.

but this does not happen here,

justice does not dine here,

justice dies here,

it cannot take the sun,

or the poverty,

or the lack of sanitation,

but those are only excuses,

because really the truth is,

my ribs are too sour for it's tongue,

my skin is too well done.

[Baluug]

"If I rhyme about home, ain't get descriptive, I'll make 50 Cent look like Limp Bizkit.

It's true, and don't make me rhyme about you, I'm from where the kids is addicted to glue."