The Rebirth of Fashion

When fashion takes a break it sits down and takes a picture.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Run Back 2 Da Lord


Returning those who are not real back to a place they would be more comfortable...

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Don't You Know That I'm Still


Just wanted to express my reflections about how I've always been the DUDE..

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Thursday, July 01, 2010

ReReflections Of

This is the official ReRecording of the original track titled Reflections Of. I basically threw in another verse for your listening pleasure....

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Friday, June 18, 2010

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

How Ever Do You Want It - The Finale

This is basically a modified original track including an extra verse to make it official.

Monday, May 24, 2010

How Ever Do You Want It


When you are relaxed about You, that real shit flows like its suppose to.


Verse 1


LLord Trife
to LLord Trigga
Ahkmel Pharod
Guadala
AHK DA GOD
I'm much bigga

with more pull
than any nigga
who's packing that heat
with no hands and no fingers

fucking with a slinger
who will hinder
your growth like a garden
cause you kinder

now 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 shit

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
fuck 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 niggas
who hang out like queers

on the mic repping
like black chicks with long hair
you fake ass bitches
year after year

kill me with that weak shit
that non street shit
the pimp talk but at home
you got a wife and kids

gettin locked up on some ole weak shit
released mad early nigga
You's a snitch

i know your type
from the start to finish
you contract rapper
Vantriloquist

and fuck your ghost rider
cuz he aint shit
puppet masters got shook
while fucking your bitch

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 shit

How ever do you want it

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Charles In Charge - Verse 1

Need I say more.....well I am more or less experimenting with different combinations within this track until satisfied. Stay Tuned

Pop Pop Pop - Verse 1

Before you knew what I knew this track was black until I made it blue.

American Women - Verse 1

Self explanatory

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Take Out Da Papaz

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.....

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

Love Me


Once again I am using the sounds of music to creatively express myself...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Before the Mockingbird Gets Here


This song was written while listening to Alicia Keys. You can call it a comeback..Enjoy

Friday, May 01, 2009

Gunpowda Lyrical


This song right hure nigga, This song right hure nigga..You got to be in touch with your star player.

Tuesday, April 28, 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

A Change Gone Come


Where attempting is just what it is.

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

Some Try to Stop This


A remix of Hot Like Fire

Brooklyn We Stay Fly


When real clashes with real..you get something like this....

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

फ्रीस्त्य्लिन 100


One purpose of my man
African I am
Stinging to have you understand
As I am on the top
with the plan
I command attention
Hotta than I ran
As I rock and demand
Every ounce of blood
Like the Taliban
Al Qaeda and the insurgents
Lyrically splurging
Dissecting the nervous hurting
Afraid of learning
I bet they’ll learn when
That heart’s start burning
Deserving what you get
Like OJ to Mark Furman
If you step to convict
You best be ready to acquit
Then submit your confidence
Cuz I’m too intelligent
With mad sense
for that Bullshit

C’Mon

Sunday, August 24, 2008

फ्रीस्त्य्लिन 99

I see I got to check
these chickenz back
inside of the coup
neck moving too much
clucks cluckin too much
they not tending to realize
until after I tenderize
even when they try to fly
they are still stuck
like a pupil to an eye
me I can move
and self prove
Im-prove my purpose
by not dwelling on the nervous
those weed smokaz
blunt or pipe smokaz
alcohol lush jokaz
drinking and stinking
disrespecting the club promotaz
on that meet a guy or girl
to take care of their need Hopaz

फ्रीस्त्य्लिन 98

When I flip
I spit
with
the intent
to rip
everything I mean
what I say
as I say what I mean
my lryical
gets wetter than dream
on that hot flash type shit
that will split your seam
give me some more raw
like how real dog's eat beef
fuck sushi nowhaImean
bougious muthafuckaz
I believe what I've seen
so you aint gotta
try to impress me

ब्लेस थे Man

I took time yesterday
to write a letter of love
I remember when I
used to do this everyday
expressing to the world
thoughts from a prophet
that was struck by an arrow
Cupid has me stupid
with devotions using words
as a love potion
Number 9
so sweet so decedant
women and men fixtures
Permanent
I'm convinced I discovered
more than my purpose
to see the light
as I've now physically
opened the door to

Bless the Man