Son of Niya

Yo, my thoughts grow like herb in wild fields of mango

While certain man a jankrow, and flex like flamingo

I'm buffalo, this shit gets venomous like Kosovo

The manimal, man'll 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 you see me? I'm a soldier

Who 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

Your sound crash, no counteractions

I cut my dubs from the stomach of the mountains

Buildin' the rhythms from the natural surroundings

Surrounded in red mist

Yo, grabbin' my Charlie Bronson, manifestin' your death wish

Now in these days of Daggo my mind stays raggo

Rugged like Brillo, 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 Niya, 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 till 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 symbolize, now with subliminal locos

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 crippled 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 and times are now transformed

A pen is a now formed of states and collateral

As klepto Cleopatras, a rose sent to capture you

From Clapton to Kathmandu, what can a man do?

Except, man, handle my inner feelings, sealing the inner angles

Maintain my balance while walkin' on broken ankles

My moods manifest into red shades of scandals

Oh, what website of deceit we weave

My chest heave, I breathe to ventilate this grief

I'm seekin' relief in a brief glimpse of paradise

Beget left paralyzed from the jankrows and parasites

My eyesight, from great heights of hindsight

I'm tryin' to line the blind mind with the 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 wild tiger

The son of Niya, I spit my phlegm on the flames of desire