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Текст песни Klashnekoff - Son of Niah

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[Klashnekoff]Yo my thoughts grow like herb in wild fields of mangoA certain man of jankrow, I`m flexed like flamingoI`m buffalo, this shit gets venomous like KosovoThe manimal, man of maneuver undetectableI`m out the manor smokin` the poisonous vegetableSoakin` in herbs and drawin` the vital mineralChannel my inner Chi, regain my energyCan`t ya see me, I`m a soldierPenetrate the pain barrierCarry the legacy that`s left by my fatherDictate my work manifest into scriptureI paint my pictures with sound clashYa sound crash no counteractionsI cut my dubs from the stomach of the mountainsBuildin` the rhythm from the natural surroundingsSurrounded in red mistYo, grabbin` my Charlie Bronson, manifestin` ya death wish[Klashnekoff]Now in these days of Daggo my mind stays raggoRugged like Brilo, these eyes bleed weeping willowIts parose, sleepin` on pistol like pillowCushion the agro and escape into the astroCommunicate one to one via my afroThe Son of Niah, a killer born naturalBut still I`m neutral cause I can shoot youOr twenty one gun salute you, whatever suit youIn times of crucial I consolidate SukiduSeein` my future through the eyes of a desert eagleThere`s no sequel `til my soul settleI can`t settle, yo, settle, it`s the continuous struggleThe environment is hostileI`m stressed out, blowin` sess out my nostrilApostles warnin` of storms on the coastalContact the locals, we symbolise now with subliminal loco`sIt goes deeper than big bangs and black holesOn roads, I stop to admire a black roseShe`s so beautiful, I chose not to pick itWhile other wicked man would have dig it[Klashnekoff]Now triple nine is the reflection of the ripplin` timeWhile cripple minds run blind into the eye of the stormI`ve fought wars and returned war tornMy wife was scorned, she took the life of my first bornSo be warned, these days of times are now transformedA pen is a now formed of states and collateralAs clapped opium petrels, a rose sent to capture youFrom Clapton to Katmandu, what can a man do?It said man handle my inner feeling, sealing the inner anglesMaintain my balance while walkin` on broken anklesMy moods manifest into red shades of scandalsHome of website of the seed we weaveMy chest heave, I breathe to ventilate this griefI`m seekin` relief in a brief glimpse of ParrowdiceBeget left paralyzed from the Jankrows and parasitesMy eyesight, from great heights of hindsightI`m tryin` to line the blind mind with divine lightBut find my life to be a start to the deathSo fuck vex, my mind state is SemtexExplosive guides of venomous viperStalk the beats like a wild tigerThe Son of Niah, spit my phlegm on the flames of desire

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