Klashnekoff – Son of Niah Lyrics
Lyrics
Klashnekoff
- Yo my thoughts grow like herb in wild fields of mango
- A certain man a jankrow, and flex like flamingo
- And buffalo, this shit gets venomous like Kosovo
- The manimal, man a 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 words 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
- It's parrow, 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