![Zero - Klashnekoff](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847548117293925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Song language: English
Zero |
Life is one big road with a lot of signs |
Signs, signs, signs, signs, signs |
You have make up my mind to face reality all the time |
K-Lash-Nek-Off |
I self cater, radiate like alpha-beta |
Batter the caper, detonate the paper |
Separate my nature, maybe we can link up later |
And laugh over latter, what? |
Look to the future |
Remote viewer, merciless, you get puller, herb puller |
Who spread word and break full of cake |
There’s no escape, the city grips like Geoff Capes |
My mind state is desecrated landscape |
I cry till it aches, and the crazy evaporate |
My university, we don’t graduate |
We just regurgitate hate, but I’m just like you mate |
Waking up with a screw face |
Everyday’s a new case to solve |
My life unfolds like episodes of Columbo |
I hibernate amongst the humble |
Meditating on my uncle who just did 12 years and didn’t crumble |
I can’t begin to comprehend what they’ve been through |
But spiritually throughout the time I was with you |
My heart smashed to pieces, the pain went through |
Splitting me in two halves |
Man have to laugh or wear two face masks |
For too many years passed, I’ve sat on my ass |
Tryna replace the place but that won’t last |
That won’t last, that won’t last, so take time as you pass |
Hey, gringos on Pasero |
I want you make way for the gundelero |
And if you don’t do that my friend, then your number is zero |
Shoulda seen me inna Colorado |
When I buck up di youth called Fernando |
In one life posse and I move one little jankrow |
It was the east maze where I spent days on my Jack-n-Jays |
Strapping jays while jack raddicks raid my uncle’s gates |
His living bait, pushing heavyweights from his place |
They caught him baking cake, parole date, 2008 |
Oh what a waste, another life lost in the maze |
But any ways as we move there’s no time for gaze |
Like a deeper ray, these are parrow days |
Young tearaways blazing shots off like heat waves |
Hombres crazed, stay crazed like Frankie Fras' |
With a screw-face that favour Freddy Kruger |
I self cater, while my crew don’t nurture |
It’s murder, man shotting rock to make an earner |
Pussies turn dapper, they can’t live in the manor |
It’s pepper, hot bods and black PC plods |
Who gotta watch your spot for months on the trot |
But quick he don’t cotch that’s why the operation flop |
You can’t catch what you can’t Glock |
Cock the klashnekoff shots make you hopscotch, yeah so what? |
What’s gwarning, merciless, on road they’re never charming |
Like tenor strapperitas and tailor made garments |
I’m starving, dealing with the basis of survival |
Strapping owls with hydras 'til my eyes grow tint |
Beanies chat me fore they think, yea they are the weakest link |
While little fassyholes and battyholes give me 'nough stink |
Hey, gringos on Pasero |
I want you make way for the gundelero |
And if you don’t do that my friend, then your number is zero |
Shoulda seen me inna Colorado |
When I buck up di youth called Fernando |
In one life posse and I move one little jankrow |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Memories of Old ft. Klashnekoff, Sienná | 2022 |
Devilish ft. Klashnekoff | 2016 |
Red ft. Klashnekoff | 2015 |
My Life ft. Klashnekoff, Jade Chloe | 2012 |
Watching ft. Klashnekoff, Kyza, The Sundragon | 2006 |
Darkness ft. Klashnekoff | 2014 |
Get It Too | 2010 |
Give it Here (Featuring Klashnekoff & Lewis Parker) ft. Klashnekoff, Lewis Parker | 2003 |
Give It Here ft. Lewis Parker, Klashnekoff | 2011 |
Blood, Sweat and Tears ft. Klashnekoff | 2011 |
Relentless ft. Klashnekoff | 2022 |
Hand on Heart | 2019 |
Jankrowville ft. Kyza | 2009 |
Nightbreed ft. Kyza, Klashnekoff | 2009 |