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[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
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