REAL TALK
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, June 22, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
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
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
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.....
One of my best songs I think to bring in the new year.....
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
Monday, December 29, 2008
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
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
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
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
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