Nappy Soul

by Kamal Imani

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Nappy Soul has songs for those who love spoken word poetry, soulful R&B and most of all their natural selves.

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released August 9, 2011

Executive Producer Kamal Imani

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Kamal Emanuel Teaneck, New Jersey

Kamal Supreme is an internationally known Hip Hop Legend and dance music producer, spoken word performance poet and hip hop lyricist. Kamal fuses his creative lyricism with dance, Bhangra, Reggae, Dancehall and hip hop beats!
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Track Name: Natural Sisters Tribute "Ms. Melanin"
Kamal Imani

Ms. Melanin! ©2005-11

Black like Alec Wek
Exotic like Grace Jones
Ethereal like African Ancestral Slave Bones
Like Maat on her throne
When you was little they used to laugh at your skin tone
But I begged their pardons and scooped you up like chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins
So Im fortunate to have you girl
And I love to come into your black world
Your black hole of soul
To ascend with you to heaven is my ultimate goal
I love the way we unfold through life
The way in the midst of hell
You create a paradise
They all said you was mean, but I knew Id fine the nice
Brown sugar and jerk spice
You my dumplins on my beans and rice
For you Ill make that sacrifice
Lets chill
Lets settle down
We dont have to go mainstream we can keep it underground
Its up to you
You're my heaven
I love you
Ms. Melanin!

You're my buga bu
My champion without competition
Victorious without an opponent
You're the top muse on the catwalk that I come out for my standing ovation too
You're the president of my corporation the queen of my projects
The sister soldier of sex
You're my wifey like next
You're my ideal
For you Ill keep it real
Ill be your baby face cause you got that whip appeal
You're my sugarpuss
My honeysuckle
My gingerspice
My hot sauce on those beans and rice
You're my first love cause I forgot all the rest
You're my lady and my babysister you're the best
You're my staunch defender, you always got my back
And baby you got back!
You taste like beef ribs
You taste like beef ribs with hot sauce
And you paid the cost to be the boss
But well share this throne
I love the way you make my shower sing and my bed moan
And you don't have to worry
I'll never leave you alone
You're my best friend to the end
I love you!
Ms.Melanin
Track Name: Lovin Her Nappy Nappy
Excerpt "Her sweet kinky naps, go back to electromagnetic cats, from the land of the blacks, where the sphinx naps, so when she walks the streets all she hears is raps like "Yo Ma, holla back, can a brother get some play? and Yo, what's up with that".
and
"I need a nappy headed diva, in her I'm a believer, I get high off her like Ganja, I'm her quarterback, she's my wide receiver, forget what society thinks. She's a high achiever".
Track Name: Kamal Imani Featuring Vulenzo - Southern Comfort
Listen to the lyrics!
Track Name: Eargasm Club House Mix
Coming Soon!
Track Name: You're the Reason Why I Fly!
You're the Reason I Fly!

life ain't been no crystal stair
born into a world that was so unfair
aint no time for slumpin in my chair
I visualize good and you take me there
You're always there, to inspire
I tap into your word and rise higher


Sometimes it seems like life is through
But that all changes when I think of you
I pray meditate and soul commune
and hope with all my heart I'll see you soon
So every day I turn my bible pages
from proverbs on to genesis
and revelations, I need a revolution
remembering you is the best solution

I've been looking around and you were here all the time

break it down and build it back up!
Track Name: Looking Like Queen Nefartiti
Looking Like Nefatiti
Track Name: I'm A Child of the Most High-Dancehall Hip Hop Remix
I'm a child of the Most High!

Ooops, the devil just lost
onethe rev just told me, I'm Gods son.and it finally sunk in to my
craniumFor Christ Consciousness I look within
I pray meditate transform
and ascend
to a higher dimension, releasing all tension
Gods Ciphers
Divine yo pay attention
Revelations reveals revolutions
communing with
Jah is the only solution
Always keep you're head to the sky
You got the
power your a child of the most high





I'm A Child of the Most High

Kamal Imani c2011

Just praise
him!
I was looking around for a mystery
Just to find the Divine in me.
Whenever you get down just tap the power
that's here for you every
second and hour
beneficient and merciful
Keep the faith and he'll reveal,
the answer to you.
Be patient, but keep movin
And he'll put you on yo,
that's proven
So get fresh, keep your swag and stay fly.
You got the
power, your the child of the most high
Track Name: You Look So Sexy Caribbean Mix
Coming Soon!
Track Name: KamalSupreme aka Kamal Imani - I Gotta Get A Way-Let Your Soul Fly Free
Listen to hot rap lyrics like this:

"In this midst of Satan's I'lls mad bills and bloodbaths, I need a ninja like Paul Mooney to make me laugh. I need a sister that whispers, no arguments allowed, cause like Colin Ferguson I'm bout to go the F out...of limits, maybe to a land called Khemit, Yo, Kaos, pass the spliff in a minute, it's apocalypse now, somehow I'm glad to be in it, so I pause to thank Jah, Allah, or Amen Ra, but sometimes I just want that La La La, cause after battlin, the devils battalion, I want to lounge in a place where Ms. Melanin's smiling in my face, like who the hell knows? I make love to her in Harlem or the Poconos, I made mad moves everyday and I'm stressed, a brother gotta get a way".

And

"I gotta get a way from the problems of the world today, take a cruise down the high way like OJ wit my homey, cause all I get is trash talk when I night walk, black devils shooting prisms like they need an exorcism, I don't need to be your target, I need a money market, stocks and bonds so take your fools and move on, be gone, cause when I snap all your heads will crack I got God knowledge, what you savages lack black to the future, I gotta get my lounge on, a beach in Cancun where you fools are long gone, under the moon with my wifey a long Island ice tea and a little G servin me. It's 90 degrees and not a devil to please. I gotta get a way and let the BS cease. I gotta get a way.

and more!
Track Name: Kamal Imani - Lovin Me Some Nappy Nappy Hip Hop Version 2013
I'm Just Loving Me Some Nappy Nappy!

Girl I know what your thinking but I aint going there.
I'm talking about your kinky, style of hair
I like to see them curls up on your head
your afro puffs, your twist your dreads
Your braids are the one thing that I crave
When I see you on the street I misbehave
Some me like feet
but hair is my fetish
A nappy headed diva is the one I cherish
You make me do a double take
get love struck and happy
I'm just lovin me some nappy nappy!

Just lovin me some nappy nappy

I mean a wigs aiight extensions and tracks, but aint nothing poppin like those kitchen naps
you got me time traveling going way back
to the boom bap, land of the drum
hair blowing in the wind
vibin with the sun
You fine nappy diva you number 1
You make me do a double take
get love struck and happy
I'm just lovin me some nappy nappy!

Purchase Nappy Nappy 2013 on Bandcamp at
kamalimani.bandcamp.com/track/lovin-me-some-nappy-nappy-2013-remix
Track Name: Kamal Imani - For the Love of the Black Woman
Lyrics:
Black like Alec Wek
Exotic like Grace Jones
Ethereal like African Ancestral Slave Bones
Like Maat on her throne
When you was little they used to laugh at your skin tone
But I begged their pardons and scooped you up like chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins
So Im fortunate to have you girl
And I love to come into your black world
Your black hole of soul
To ascend with you to heaven is my ultimate goal
I love the way we unfold through life
The way in the midst of hell
You create a paradise
They all said you was mean, but I knew Id fine the nice
Brown sugar and jerk spice
You my dumplins on my beans and rice
For you Ill make that sacrifice
Lets chill
Lets settle down
We dont have to go mainstream we can keep it underground
Its up to you
You're my heaven
I love you
Ms. Melanin!

You're my buga bu
My champion without competition
Victorious without an opponent
You're the top muse on the catwalk that I come out for my standing ovation too
You're the president of my corporation the queen of my projects
The sister soldier of sex
You're my wifey like next
You're my ideal
For you Ill keep it real
Ill be your baby face cause you got that whip appeal
You're my sugarpuss
My honeysuckle
My gingerspice
My hot sauce on those beans and rice
You're my first love cause I forgot all the rest
You're my lady and my babysister you're the best
You're my staunch defender, you always got my back
And baby you got back!
You taste like beef ribs
You taste like beef ribs with hot sauce
And you paid the cost to be the boss
But well share this throne
I love the way you make my shower sing and my bed moan
And you don't have to worry
I'll never leave you alone
You're my best friend to the end
I love you!
Ms.Melanin

© Kamal Imani
Track Name: Brother Kamal - Gods Generation-House Mix
We are Gods Generation
We Are A Peculiar People!
Psalms 82:6 says
I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.

We are a peculiar people!
Gen 15:13 and 14
And he said unto Abram, Know of a surety that thy seed shall be a stranger in a land that is not theirs, and shall serve them; and they shall afflict them four hundred years
And also that nation, whom they shall serve, will I judge: and afterward shall they come out with great substance.
From this day forward, we’re gonna be the giants in the earth!
We won’t tolerate injustice
So don’t even try it
We will roll like David when he fought against Goliath
No more cruxifictions
No more will you hang us
Jesus is justice, he kicked out the money changers
And we will give it all we got
Change laws, protest and boycott
Cause for us it means a lot
When any of us get shot
And we must stop killing our own
As we realign our selves with the Most High on his throne
We’re gonna keep the faith though times are hard
Cause we are a peculiar people
Gods generation
We are generation God!
Download @ http://kamalimani.bandcamp.com/track/we-are-gods-generation
Kamal Imani ©2013
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Spoken Word!