Klashnekoff - Son of Niah 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 sh** 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 d**h 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 k**er 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 d**h So f** 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