[Klashnekoff]
Yo my thoughts grow like herb in wild fields of mango
A certain man of jankrow, I`m flexed like flamingo
I`m buffalo, this shit gets venomous like Kosovo
The manimal, man of maneuver undetectable
I`m out the manor smokin` the poisonous vegetable
Soakin` in herbs and drawin` the vital mineral
Channel my inner Chi, regain my energy
Can`t ya see me, I`m a soldier
Penetrate the pain barrier
Carry the legacy that`s left by my father
Dictate my work manifest into scripture
I paint my pictures with sound clash
Ya sound crash no counteractions
I cut my dubs from the stomach of the mountains
Buildin` the rhythm from the natural surroundings
Surrounded in red mist
Yo, grabbin` my Charlie Bronson, manifestin` ya death wish
[Klashnekoff]
Now in these days of Daggo my mind stays raggo
Rugged like Brilo, these eyes bleed weeping willow
Its parose, sleepin` on pistol like pillow
Cushion the agro and escape into the astro
Communicate one to one via my afro
The Son of Niah, a killer born natural
But still I`m neutral cause I can shoot you
Or twenty one gun salute you, whatever suit you
In times of crucial I consolidate Sukidu
Seein` my future through the eyes of a desert eagle
There`s no sequel `til my soul settle
I can`t settle, yo, settle, it`s the continuous struggle
The environment is hostile
I`m stressed out, blowin` sess out my nostril
Apostles warnin` of storms on the coastal
Contact the locals, we symbolise now with subliminal loco`s
It goes deeper than big bangs and black holes
On roads, I stop to admire a black rose
She`s so beautiful, I chose not to pick it
While other wicked man would have dig it
[Klashnekoff]
Now triple nine is the reflection of the ripplin` time
While cripple minds run blind into the eye of the storm
I`ve fought wars and returned war torn
My wife was scorned, she took the life of my first born
So be warned, these days of times are now transformed
A pen is a now formed of states and collateral
As clapped opium petrels, a rose sent to capture you
From Clapton to Katmandu, what can a man do?
It said man handle my inner feeling, sealing the inner angles
Maintain my balance while walkin` on broken ankles
My moods manifest into red shades of scandals
Home of website of the seed we weave
My chest heave, I breathe to ventilate this grief
I`m seekin` relief in a brief glimpse of Parrowdice
Beget left paralyzed from the Jankrows and parasites
My eyesight, from great heights of hindsight
I`m tryin` to line the blind mind with divine light
But find my life to be a start to the death
So fuck vex, my mind state is Semtex
Explosive guides of venomous viper
Stalk the beats like a wild tiger
The Son of Niah, spit my phlegm on the flames of desire
