KLASHNEKOFF - Son Of Niah lyrics

rate me

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

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

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