On its face, “Aminia” sounds like the banger, the club track, the drinking song. You know, the hit. The one where we’re allowed to take a nip out of the flask in the back of the church and let the devil in—if only for a little while. And it is all those things: It would be blasphemous if “Aminia” did not blare from stereos and cars and earbuds and boom boxes throughout the country. As the beat thumps down at an inebriating tempo, Nyash eyes the expanse of fame in front of him with an arched brow. He rebuffs would-be hangers-on. He gives opportunistic “lyricists” the ice grill on the intro. “wanajiita lyricist kwa hizi interviews na Mimi tu ndio nimetoa lyric video ikahit a million views “…he raps.
The bangs and the hook say “come on in!” while Nyash is all “stop right there!” In that sense, “Aminia” could also be a stiff middle finger to the artists that have wished he got stuck outside the country as the lyrics suggest- ….” ati nyash hii area ulikam na ubaya ,kuna watu wanasema heri at a ungekwamia ulaya umerudi wasanii wakaambiwa waanze ku-retire “… The moral of this sly parable is clear: Nyash will dance, but he won’t dance with you, he will grab that spotlight and the world will forget about you. He is joyful on this record; when he raps, he sounds superhuman and exhilarated, as if he’s just crashed through some intractable wall inside himself and is exulting in the freedom on the other side. “Aminia” explodes out of his new two pack like uncorked champagne, fizzing joyfully with a 90’s sample and Sunday-church organs.
Part of the song’s lyrics …”tusipimane akili coz me nina kichaa ,waambie waache kujichokesha ulimi me ndio teacher ,enyewe manze wataacha lini kujichocha juu ni clear, tukisimama wawili me na wao ,me ndio wanaprefer ….”- As he often does, Nyash deftly juggles silliness and severity. This is a technical warning to the armatures and he leads on the song by threatening them with sinister-sounding violence, but everything his cackling voice touches turns positive. The message coursing beneath the wording is far more important: He cannot be stopped. The single, feels like an acknowledgement of his unique position in the music industry, one he has navigated carefully. Nyash is the real-deal famous, a hero to millions of rap-listening kids. But he is somehow beholden to no publicist for this achievement as he says -“…philosophy yangu ni chema chajiuza ..”. He might be the most successful “come back” in the 254 rap history, adding amendments to some how-to-make-it-in-music rules and rewriting others entirely . “Aminia” is a brass band and a ticker tape parade right through the rap-industry center. This is his part; nobody else speak.
Some instances have him coming off as a nimble and athletic MC. His rapping of late has often seemed like a personal challenge to fit as many possible words into his sentences, which he then delivers in short bursts like a flurry of punches. It is not a surprise that he would be drawn to the concept of sparring—the dance between boxer and trainer in preparation for a fight. “Aminia” touches on diversified concepts and it’s what is easily one of his best songs in an increasingly fruitful year. He slows up considerably on the song’s conclusion: giving a word of encouragement to the music lovers who are not getting much credit for it ,those not getting paid, those not known .His words land square over a cooled-down beat of plucked upright bass and fluttering keys.
Some people just know how to make an entrance. Nyash is part of this crowd. He sounds like a star-maker, a reputation-cementer and as good as the lyrics on “Aminia” sound, it just isn’t the half of it. The track, produced by Cedo slides effortlessly from loose, classic chords to the unmistakable clatter of footwork, like a Busby Berkley routine you can juke to.
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