Border Crossing, Jehst - The Alias lyrics
[Border Crossing, Jehst - The Alias lyrics]
Woo! Aha, what!
Yeah, yeah!
"Ok, bring the microphone down"
J-Star, J-Star yo
With a lopsided grin
The cowboy with the crooked dentures
And a saddlebag of storybook adventures
The desperado in deep space desolation
The head toucher take your
Skull home as decoration
To my people a dedication
For the evil that's penetrating
Brains it's medication
By the easel I'm steady painting
Got rowdy crowds ready and
Waiting for the unveiling
Of each masterpiece but A&Rs are fast sleep
(That's just the same as it's ever been)
Spark the trees i'm in the pharmacy meddling
Mad dog menace and I'm peddling medicine
In generous measurements
Mixing mescaline metaphors
A force more masculine than Mexican matadors
Grabbing the bull by the horns
I manifest in various forms
I used to live in university dorms
Burning with towels under the doors
A mouse under the floorboards (Eek)
Bagging up draw tagging up walls
No time for arrogant fools i'm like Atlantis
You're shallow like paddling pools
It's the sound of the well-known
Billy Brimstone!
It's the High Plains Drifter
Bringing it home! With a bag full of tricks
Spitting poems! On the microphone
Better leave it alone!
In the fast lane mate
I make you slam on your brakes (Slow down)
If you're fake like Taliban with
Ham on their plates
The heavy hand big foot stamp
On these Champagne snakes
The weight'll make the landscape shake
Verbal earthquake when my verse take shape
On beat breaks
Parasites bite 'til their teeth ache
You need fillings please
Leave me billing trees i don't go on tour
I go on killing sprees
I spray hollow tip similes
Sick like syphilis
My images spark photosynthesis
Soak up the light I radiate
While I ride the gravy train
Blazing high grade with a hazy brain
It's the sound of the well-known
Billy Brimstone!
It's the High Plains Drifter
Bringing it home! With a bag full of tricks
Spitting poems! On the microphone
Better leave it alone!
It's the space cowboy
I drink whisky with George Jetson
J-Star, mercenary by profession
Machete blades cut through the tension
I terrorise henchmen
Many can't stand the suspension
My pen scribs cliffhangers
You're shitting bricks when I spit grammar
I grip mics like Thor when he grips hammer
Travel the desert in a hot sun
Space Cadillac, Boba Fett rides shotgun
Bunning 'til the crop's done running rampant
The anthem i walk through the jungle
With the phantom now
You're not ready for the champion sound
They throw flowers at my feet
While I stand and bow
It's the sound of the well-known
Billy Brimstone!
It's the High Plains Drifter
Bringing it home! With a bag full of tricks
Spitting poems! On the microphone
Better leave it alone!
Mad cow disease up in this place
We need inoculation right now
Yeah, yeah!
"Ok, bring the microphone down"
J-Star, J-Star yo
With a lopsided grin
The cowboy with the crooked dentures
And a saddlebag of storybook adventures
The desperado in deep space desolation
The head toucher take your
Skull home as decoration
To my people a dedication
For the evil that's penetrating
Brains it's medication
By the easel I'm steady painting
Got rowdy crowds ready and
Waiting for the unveiling
Of each masterpiece but A&Rs are fast sleep
(That's just the same as it's ever been)
Spark the trees i'm in the pharmacy meddling
Mad dog menace and I'm peddling medicine
In generous measurements
Mixing mescaline metaphors
A force more masculine than Mexican matadors
Grabbing the bull by the horns
I manifest in various forms
I used to live in university dorms
Burning with towels under the doors
A mouse under the floorboards (Eek)
Bagging up draw tagging up walls
No time for arrogant fools i'm like Atlantis
You're shallow like paddling pools
It's the sound of the well-known
Billy Brimstone!
It's the High Plains Drifter
Bringing it home! With a bag full of tricks
Spitting poems! On the microphone
Better leave it alone!
In the fast lane mate
I make you slam on your brakes (Slow down)
If you're fake like Taliban with
Ham on their plates
The heavy hand big foot stamp
On these Champagne snakes
The weight'll make the landscape shake
Verbal earthquake when my verse take shape
On beat breaks
Parasites bite 'til their teeth ache
You need fillings please
Leave me billing trees i don't go on tour
I go on killing sprees
I spray hollow tip similes
Sick like syphilis
My images spark photosynthesis
Soak up the light I radiate
While I ride the gravy train
Blazing high grade with a hazy brain
It's the sound of the well-known
Billy Brimstone!
It's the High Plains Drifter
Bringing it home! With a bag full of tricks
Spitting poems! On the microphone
Better leave it alone!
It's the space cowboy
I drink whisky with George Jetson
J-Star, mercenary by profession
Machete blades cut through the tension
I terrorise henchmen
Many can't stand the suspension
My pen scribs cliffhangers
You're shitting bricks when I spit grammar
I grip mics like Thor when he grips hammer
Travel the desert in a hot sun
Space Cadillac, Boba Fett rides shotgun
Bunning 'til the crop's done running rampant
The anthem i walk through the jungle
With the phantom now
You're not ready for the champion sound
They throw flowers at my feet
While I stand and bow
It's the sound of the well-known
Billy Brimstone!
It's the High Plains Drifter
Bringing it home! With a bag full of tricks
Spitting poems! On the microphone
Better leave it alone!
Mad cow disease up in this place
We need inoculation right now