Son Of Niah
Klashnekoff Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Klashnekoff's "Son Of Niah" are filled with complex metaphors and vivid imagery that describe the rapper's state of mind and the struggles he faces. The first verse finds Klashnekoff comparing his thoughts to wild weed growing in a mango field, describing himself as a man of jankrow with the flexibility of a flamingo. He also talks about the poisonous vegetable he smokes and the herbs he soaks in to draw vital minerals, channeling his inner Chi to regain energy. Klashnekoff then expresses his determination to penetrate the pain barrier and carry on the legacy of his father while manifesting his work into scripture. He also emphasizes his skill in cutting dubplates from the stomach of mountains and building rhythms from natural surroundings, saying he surrounds himself in a red mist and manifests the death wish of Charlie Bronson.


The second verse sees Klashnekoff discussing his mind being in a raggo state during the days of Daggo. He describes himself as rugged and the pain cushioning his aggression while he escapes into the astro to communicate with his afro. He talks about being the Son of Niah, born to kill but remaining neutral, capable of shooting someone or giving them a twenty-one-gun salute. Klashnekoff says he sees his future through the eyes of a desert eagle and that the environment is hostile, causing him stress and blowing sess through his nostrils. He mentions the apostles warning of storms on the coastal and symbolizes with subliminal locos. He talks about the beauty of a black rose and not picking it and other wicked men who would have. Klashnekoff also notes the number 999 as the reflection of the rippling time and discusses returning from war torn and his wife taking the life of his firstborn.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo my thoughts grow like herb in wild fields of mango
My thoughts are constantly growing and expanding, just like how herbs grow wildly in fields of mango.


A certain man of jankrow, I'm flexed like flamingo
I am a unique man from the Jankrow community, and I am flexible and adaptable like a flamingo.


I'm buffalo, this shit gets venomous like Kosovo
I am strong and resilient like a buffalo, but the situations I face can still be dangerous and toxic like the conflict in Kosovo.


The manimal, man of maneuver undetectable
I am like a wild animal, agile and able to move undetected or unnoticed in many situations.


I'm out the manor smokin' the poisonous vegetable
I am outside my home smoking marijuana, a substance some consider to be harmful or poisonous.


Soakin' in herbs and drawin' the vital mineral
I am relaxing and taking in the benefits of herbs, as well as the essential nutrients they provide.


Channel my inner Chi, regain my energy
I am focusing on my inner energy and using it to regain my strength and vitality.


Can't ya see me, I'm a soldier
I am a warrior and a fighter, ready for any challenges or battles that may come my way.


Penetrate the pain barrier
I am pushing through difficult or painful situations, overcoming obstacles.


Carry the legacy that's left by my father
I am continue the family legacy and traditions passed down from my father.


Dictate my work manifest into scripture
My work is a form of self-expression and creativity, like scripture or religious texts that convey important messages.


I paint my pictures with sound clash
I express my art and creativity through music, particularly through the clash of sounds and styles.


Ya sound crash no counteractions
Your music or sound is not successful or effective, without any way to counteract or improve it.


I cut my dubs from the stomach of the mountains
I create my music and sounds from the natural surroundings, finding inspiration in the mountains.


Buildin' the rhythm from the natural surroundings
I create and develop a rhythm or beat in my music from the sounds and elements of nature around me.


Surrounded in red mist
I am in a dangerous or intense situation, with a sense of tension or anger in the air.


Yo, grabbin' my Charlie Bronson, manifestin' ya death wish
I am holding my weapon or tool, prepared to defend myself if necessary, even if it means fulfilling someone else's desire to harm me.


Now in these days of Daggo my mind stays raggo
In the current times we live in, with its chaos and disorder, my mind is unsettled and stressed out.


Rugged like Brilo, these eyes bleed weeping willow
I am rough and tough like steel wool, but my eyes also show sadness and tears like a weeping willow tree.


Its parose, sleepin' on pistol like pillow
It's dangerous and uncertain, sleeping with a weapon nearby like it's a pillow for comfort.


Cushion the agro and escape into the astro
I try to calm down and ease my anger or stress, finding solace in the stars and the universe.


Communicate one to one via my afro
I use my hair as a means of communication, expressing myself and connecting with others on a personal level.


The Son of Niah, a killer born natural
I am the son of Niah, a natural-born killer or warrior, skilled in combat and survival.


But still I'm neutral cause I can shoot you
Despite my skills and abilities, I remain neutral and non-threatening, although I am capable of defending myself if necessary.


Or twenty one gun salute you, whatever suit you
I can either show respect and honor, or use violence and force, depending on what suits the situation or person involved.


In times of crucial I consolidate Sukidu
In critical or important situations, I gather my strength and resources, focusing on my inner self and my abilities.


Seein' my future through the eyes of a desert eagle
I have a clear and sharp vision for my future, like the powerful eyes of an eagle in the desert.


There's no sequel 'til my soul settle
Until I am at peace and my soul is settled, there can be no follow-up or continuation of my story or legacy.


I can't settle, yo, settle, it's the continuous struggle
I cannot rest or become complacent, as there is always a ongoing struggle and challenges to overcome.


The environment is hostile
The world around me is dangerous and unwelcome, with challenges and obstacles at every turn.


I'm stressed out, blowin' sess out my nostril
I am dealing with a lot of stress and pressure, taking some time to relax and smoke marijuana to help ease my mind.


Apostles warnin' of storms on the coastal
Prophets or messengers are warning of impending danger or disaster, particularly around the coastlines.


Contact the locals, we symbolise now with subliminal loco's
Connect with the people around me, representing ourselves with hidden or subtle messages or hints of craziness or madness.


It goes deeper than big bangs and black holes
The issues and challenges we face go beyond the universe and its creation and destruction.


On roads, I stop to admire a black rose
In the midst of my travels and struggles, I pause to appreciate the beauty and rarity of a black rose.


She's so beautiful, I chose not to pick it
The rose is so stunning and unique, I decide not to take it or destroy it, appreciating it's natural beauty and worth.


While other wicked man would have dig it
Others who are evil or selfish would have taken or destroyed the rose.


Now triple nine is the reflection of the ripplin' time
The number 999 symbolizes the reflection of time and the many changes and ripples that occur throughout it.


While cripple minds run blind into the eye of the storm
People with weak or limited minds are rushing blindly towards danger or chaos, without realizing the consequences.


I've fought wars and returned war torn
I have been involved in battles and conflicts, and returned with physical and emotional scars and damage.


My wife was scorned, she took the life of my first born
My wife was hurt and betrayed, and as a result she killed our first child.


So be warned, these days of times are now transformed
Be aware and cautious, as these current times have changed and transformed significantly.


A pen is a now formed of states and collateral
A pen can now be a weapon or a tool for creating change and making political or social statements.


As clapped opium petrels, a rose sent to capture you
I am like a bird that has been captured and trained to find and deliver opium, and can also use the beauty of a rose to lure or distract others.


From Clapton to Katmandu, what can a man do?
From the streets of London to the mountains of Nepal, what can a person really do in the face of issues and challenges on such a large scale?


It said man handle my inner feeling, sealing the inner angles
I need to control and manage my own emotions and feelings, sealing off any vulnerabilities or weaknesses from others.


Maintain my balance while walkin' on broken ankles
I need to stay balanced and focused, even when dealing with painful or difficult situations.


My moods manifest into red shades of scandals
My changing emotions can lead to trouble or controversy, expressed in shades of red like anger or passion.


Home of website of the seed we weave
The place where we live and the relationships we cultivate are like a website, where we can share and express our ideas and beliefs.


My chest heave, I breathe to ventilate this grief
I am feeling heavy and weighed down emotionally, and need to breathe and release this pain and sadness.


I'm seekin' relief in a brief glimpse of Parrowdice
I am searching for a moment of happiness or paradise, where I can forget my troubles and pain for a short time.


Beget left paralyzed from the Jankrows and parasites
I am numb and paralyzed from the challenges and troubles caused by those in my own community or circle of friends.


My eyesight, from great heights of hindsight
My vision and understanding come from a place of reflection and hindsight, looking back on past experiences and lessons learned.


I'm tryin' to line the blind mind with divine light
I am attempting to offer guidance and illumination to those who cannot see or understand clearly.


But find my life to be a start to the death
I feel like my life is leading inevitably towards death or destruction.


So fuck vex, my mind state is Semtex
I am not worried or bothered, and my mind is explosive and dangerous like the powerful explosive Semtex.


Explosive guides of venomous viper
My words and actions can be explosive and harmful, like the venomous bite of a viper.


Stalk the beats like a wild tiger
I pursue and attack the sounds and rhythm of music like a wild and fierce tiger.


The Son of Niah, spit my phlegm on the flames of desire
As the son of Niah, I am using my talents and skills to fuel my passion and desires, like spitting phlegm onto a fire to keep it burning.




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@gnostikz8995

had a spliff with klashnekoff aftet a lowkey gig amazing artist

@mrt.r.ublue.bloodz8389

2020 still got this on repeat when rap was real b4 all these junkies took over rest in peace to the good days

@leeroy1378

This is still one of the best tunes ever made. Cemented.

@benjaminswaby5827

One of the illest rappers to come out the UK - This song is 24k Gold πŸ†

@miccheck6478

My face is contorted right now….this track is still a madness

@ruff1draft

Love this whole album it's still.one of my favourites till this day

@seandunne1276

This Is Vintage πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯
Don’t Make Tunes this Hard no more!
The Good old Days in London πŸ’₯

@jimmyriddall

I felt this since day, nothing can make me feel this spiritual

@steeleditz2k

100 bro

@MercMan115

Rah this gave me goosebumps, klash just revived this shit year for me.

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