Earth-strong Blessings πͺπΎπ€π

“Mouthful of Meteorites: An Ode to BMMNM”
You
Rhythm in resistance,
voice like a war cry carved from thunder.
You crack the silence wide open,
spitting syllables that shatter lies
like the truth got fed up with whisperin’.
I hear you
In cipher circles lit with fire,
where your words don’t just rhyme,
they resurrect.
Dead dreams get a second breath
when you bless the mic.
You said:
"Sound is a weapon—I aim it at the system."
And bruh… I felt that.
Because when you speak?
It ain’t rap. It’s reckoning.
It’s revelation wrapped in rhythm.
Each bar you drop
ain’t just art
it’s architecture.
Blueprints for liberation.
Each beat
a brick in the path to freedom
you been walkin’ since day one.
And I remember
when you stood on that stage
and said:
"I ain’t here to entertain,
I’m here to awaken."
And the crowd ain’t cheer.
They listened.
Because real spit don’t need applause
it catches souls in silence.
Your verses?
They ain't just verses
they holy scripture.
A psalm for the margins,
for the kids with cracked voices and callused hearts,
for the fighters in shadows,
still spittin’ through the smoke.
From Soul Sonic Resurrection
to Frequency of Truth,
you made pain poetic,
made revolution rhythmic,
made hip hop sacred again.
You reminded us:
the cipher is sacred.
Black breath is sacred.
That even in the brutal,
beauty blooms
if we just keep speakin’.
And still
you rise.
Like sunrise after storm.
Like gospel from the grin of a man
who's danced with darkness
but refused to dim.
You
King not ‘cause the world crowned you,
but ‘cause your soul sings in frequencies
systems can't silence.
Your walk?
Got ancestors in formation.
Your laugh?
Like drums soaked in prayer.
Your presence?
A sermon in motion
a blueprint,
a revolution,
a garden grown in defiance.
You dare
to love.
To cry.
To hope.
To heal.
To hold joy in a world
that tries to steal it.
You ain’t just a man
you a movement.
A mouthful of meteorites,
spitting fire at the feet of empire.
And today?
Ain’t just another trip around the sun
It’s a holy rotation.
A marking of legacy.
Etched in rhythm,
in Black brilliance,
in the breath of someone
who turned every set into a sanctuary.
So Happy Earthstrong, beloved.
May peace sit beside you like kin.
May your beginning keep beginning.
And may you always know
you are the reason the world
feels more like home.
We don’t just hear you
We feel you.
In the gut.
In the grief.
In the groove.
You are joy in Black skin,
truth in every tone,
a king who wears purpose
like cologne.
Even when you stand alone
you smell like success.
Mcee. King. Brother. Star.
You are the Kulture.
You are the fight.
You are the light.
And this world?
Better
just 'cause you in it
Happy Earth-strong Blessings and many more!
N'game' π¦
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