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
Still on the grind to expose the truth, so the song was inspired by all the bull sh** I am still hearing on the radio. That's why I make my own sh** to remind me of how sh** use to be.
Lyrics
Verse 1
LLord Trife
to LLord Trigga
Ahkmel Pharod
Guadala
AHK DA GOD
I'm much bigga
with more pull
than any n***
who's packing that heat
with no hands and no fingers
f*** ing with a slinger
who will not only hinder
your growth like a garden
cause you kinder
making you a dead ringer
in a pine box no singer
left rotten in the open
no digger
I don't know how these cats
couldn't picture
that I was 110%
before the liquor
I'm like the swag
before the swigger
the money in the bag
before them ho's picked up
thoughts smooth like silk
spits sick and slick like exxon
I dear another to
come and get his flex on
the truth be told
by the lips of an ex-con
who's harder than porn stars
gettin their best on
Brooklyn's Own still on the grind
and never fronted
so come get some this real sh**
How ever do you want it
Verse 2
You know where to find me
in BK gettin my rest on
on the same block as smith
gettin his wesson
You don't really wanna
f*** wit a son who don't care
show's no remorse
and the opposite of fear
called ebineezer
cuz I don't share
with wack ass n*** s
who hang out like queers
on the mic repping
like black chicks with long hair
you fake ass b*** es
year after year
kill me with that weak sh**
that non street sh**
the pimp talk but at home
you got a wife and kids
gettin locked up on some ole weak sh**
released mad early n***
You's a snitch
i know your type
from the start to finish
you contract rapper
Vantriloquist
and f*** your ghost rider
cuz he aint sh**
puppet masters got shook
while f*** ing your b***
and yeah I had to go there
because I know the deal
just ask d'angelo
How does it feel
Brooklyn's Own still on the grind
and never fronted
so come get some this real sh**
How ever do you want it
Verse 3
I stay holdin my own
alone with that chrome
leavin you for dead
and your skin alone
from you bones
grim reappin your home
rockin you with them stones
dismembering your body
and flesh from
your skin tone
no mercy when it comes to
reppin my thrown
protecting my dome
there's no inspecting my phone
Im untracceable
irreplacable
serial like a killer
lyrically defacing you
Brooklyn misplacing you
left right left faking you
cuz you biodegradable
that's why Imma keep breaking you
down cause you a clown
just to name a few
rappers to actors
easily mistaking you
for someone else playing you
while you keep claiming you
the best when you aint sh**
like your fans rating you
f*** ing up this rap game
b*** n*** s I'm blaiming you
its time for refraining you
and replacing you with
Brooklyn's Own still on the grind
and never fronted
so come get some this real sh**
How ever do you want it
