Brooklyn's Own AHKMEL PHAROD is a one man band. I produce, create, compose and write everything. I am interested in one day working with a group to collaborate
I shot myself in the leg and realized that it was done by a GUN...
Lyrics
V1.
you can call me terrible
but better not call me ivan
it's AHKMEL PHAROD and I'm live when
I pick up the mic and spit that coniving
ill type sh** that will drop you dead quick
no reviving
just yellow tape and white chalk for you fakes
that thought you can take my position in the first place
and for the rest of you b*** n*** s make haste
before I leave in your moms mouth a bad taste
come get some and wind up misplaced
found up under your crib no emotion no face
stupid muthaf*** az should've none I'm one pace
with the speed of a crook in the hood with no chase
teflon up above and below the waist
to keep n*** s off my dick like AIDS
and yes now be very afraid
to feel more heat on that ass then
lebron james
with nowhere to run and I'm to blame
for ashying punk n*** z up with that flame
3rd degree pain
left in vane
found face down
little remains
fragments pulled out
revealed the name
of Brooklyn's Own AHKMEL PHAROD
who holds no shame
no remorse no sympathy
just disdain towards
all you muthaphuckaz
not knowing your lane
V2.
You can sneak a peak at this
just a little
before I load the clip
and cock back the chrome plated nickle
aiming not to miss
red beam tagin your middle
for looking the longest
n*** I said just a little
now you laying sh**
because of how my 4.5th did you
another hole in one punk b***
for not getting the riddle
ahks got no compassion
when its time for blasting
brooklyn's own easy passing
you fake n*** s asking
yankee hat flashing
misreppn your zone I'm attacking
leaving innocent by standing
yelling hey hey hey - what's happening
no surrender no retreat attaching
my life to each bullet your ass be catching
for thinking the look on my face
is from laughing
more or less from everlasting
Muhammed ali of these streets
still wrist wrapping
leaving marks on faces that I blacken
from all of the residue gunpowder reaction
once again AHKS got your spirit packing
east west north or south for yapping
and running off at the mouth overreacting
leaving your b*** ass fast asleep nappin
