This is an instrumental to a new song I am about to release after I finish the lyrics.
One of my best songs I think to bring in the new year.....
A man is He that understands his mistakes, and admits to a change needed in his life, resulting in everlasting acceptance. - AHKMEL PHAROD. This Blog will serve as an Emotional Journal, it will capture my life as an entity articulately, artistically, soulfully, rhythmically and last but not least Poetically. I welcome you to relate, relax and receive me as open as you possibly can.
The Rebirth of Fashion
When fashion takes a break it sits down and takes a picture.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
Warm It Up AHK
This joint right here was done to commemorate Michael Jackson's Legacy with a lil Big Daddy Kane to give that Hop from the Hip.....
Friday, June 05, 2009
Brooklyn Keeps On Taking It
This is by far one of the best musically engineered tracks to date. I hope you enjoy..
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Gunpowda Lyrical
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tell Me How You Feel
Now this one is for the lover in you..This Is...
Author: AHKMEL PHAROD
Verse 1...
Barry White sings
"tell me a secret"
Chocolate
Deep your eyes
May I have the pleasure
Girl I need a fix
And it doesn’t matter
The weather
I am begging you
To Be my Hershey
For Me and only me
I'm begging you Please
I am in need
For the smell
Of your cocoa
is tempting me
To take
One lick, One bite
Of you
Just so that I can
Oooo and ahhh ooooo
The memory
The Taste of your sugar
Oh can it be
Your sweetness
pure completeness
Of your candy
Which has been my weakness
Captured within my eyes
You got me feigning
No looking back now
To busy day dreaming
About sexual healing
And how I revealed that real
c'mon girl
Tell Me How You Feel
Millie Jackson
"tell me how you feel"
Barry White sings
"tell me a secret"
Verse 2.
Barry White sings
"tell me a secret"
May I call you apple now
Because of your after smile
That after glow
Girl you just don't know
How much I want you
In my mouth real creamy real slow
Before the strawberry
After the ecstasy
Before the champagne
After the messy
Before the sweat stains
After the sexy
Scratches on my back
Oh Yeah I it like that
Bite marks on that ass
Oh yeah your sh*** is phat
With that PHAT
Pretty hot and tempting
Girl don’t make me
Just get on my nerves
Ride the tip
And shake me
Before you take me
There or try to replace me
Stop faking
I know you can't compare
To the way I shared
And left your body aching
Because of how I brought that real
c'mon girl
Tell Me How You Feel
Millie Jackson sings
"tell me how you feel"
"feel like a woman"
Barry White sings
"tell me a secret"
Monday, March 30, 2009
Bum Rushin
This Track was made at work and work was completed in the form a HOT TRACK with my co-worker Royalty.
Monday, February 09, 2009
इ उसे अस माय Bond
I dig moments like this
When I go back in time
Within my mind and transmit
Times when pressure was the shit
From the government cheese experiement
To being introduced
To English muffins
Now eating by the Thomas’s
Hard ass butter melted
In sandwiches
Hamhocks pork bacon
Kitchen smelling like patches of cabbages
Don’t let me have to reveal
The truth within the proof
The jello pudding
Less the Chocolate moose
Niggas were broker than
Stocks that didn’t move
Until that crack
Became that real crush groove
From project to project
I understood my snooze
No alarm to warn
When it was time for another sucker to lose
His fronts for popping junk
Ah yeah you remember
Getting slapped within that box
Getting punked
No ashton no laughing
Just face smacking
Shoe lace jacking
Checker board style outlasting them
From Charlie Rock to Chin Wa
I’ve come far
But not far enough to forget
About my Brooklyn words
I Use As My Bond
When I go back in time
Within my mind and transmit
Times when pressure was the shit
From the government cheese experiement
To being introduced
To English muffins
Now eating by the Thomas’s
Hard ass butter melted
In sandwiches
Hamhocks pork bacon
Kitchen smelling like patches of cabbages
Don’t let me have to reveal
The truth within the proof
The jello pudding
Less the Chocolate moose
Niggas were broker than
Stocks that didn’t move
Until that crack
Became that real crush groove
From project to project
I understood my snooze
No alarm to warn
When it was time for another sucker to lose
His fronts for popping junk
Ah yeah you remember
Getting slapped within that box
Getting punked
No ashton no laughing
Just face smacking
Shoe lace jacking
Checker board style outlasting them
From Charlie Rock to Chin Wa
I’ve come far
But not far enough to forget
About my Brooklyn words
I Use As My Bond
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