Jehst, Lewis Parker, Klashnekoff - Give It Here lyrics

While most mans speak i meditate up in the
Mountain peaks of Mozambique
Where I choose to count sheep until
I rose from my sleep
An incomplete stranger creation of
My mothers nature
She didn't cater, but fuck it I don't cater
I'm driven by the danger
You're just a digi passenger
Who sends death threats while
I massacre your messenger
Too many of you black
Males manouvre like scavanger
Jankrows and jackals tryin' to
Assassinate my character
The snakes and ladders that deceive
Try to lead me to believe in nothing
I'm surfing on the surface of suffering
Slowly suffocating
Hearts caved in and gave in
Seeking refuge and salvation but
There's no safe haven
From this wickedness but still won't forget
That criss tings still exist
Like looking through my son and
Seeing the reflection and vividness
His likeless of my father
Reminding mums of me
While my circle circulate and elevate
That's elementary my dear Watson
My dear father you're far from gone
And further away from being forgotten
I've not forgotten that foundations
Start at rock bottom
Where breddahs hearts are dark and rotten
Like what? Like Dot Cottons gums
Come in your drum, lock
Stock and two smokin' guns

I cross lines society
Boundaries I break down analyse your status
The conflicting factors shake down
Find a new ground to work on
Always live in the person
LP drop another sky excursion
Without wings I watch the world
From a birds view champion of light
Sunshine styles can burn you it stays hot
I figure your plot like Dick Tracy
Fakes makin' snake moves and getting
Paid of those flaky styles
Safety in the wild, chase me miles
But, your feisty smiles is laughin at zilch
Get exposed like Scottish mans in kilts
Feel the wind blow
See you haven't got the info
So your innuendo means nothing, nought
See the frontin' keeps you caught
Droppin science like chalk on blackboards
It's all musical actors gettin'
In through back doors
Playin' caricatures of themself
In the sky I'm spiritually stealth
Illuminous like felt tips
Mans world is selfish
Get a hell wish on credit
Hold it up with a classic
Cut like Brian Bennett
Direct through your senate
Get a break and make a gem with it
Beats all day, you know my program
Ill on the slow jam with
Dynamic styles like Oram
Flickin ash in a coke can
Thinkin 'bout the next move
Hookin up the next groove
It's strictly science in the method
Fuck around with ground rules and
See those ties get severed

I'll be doin this until I m
Ragged and aged with varacous veins
Live long and prosper while amateurs fade
With Klingon ways we bring on brays
Who ask the lord to forgive them
For their sins on stage
Or stay home puttin ink on page, after page
(after page)
There's no end to the masquerade
You bend the bars of the
Cage but you can't escape
Your brain trapped in the part
You were cast to play
The same plot, the same genre
The same drama
The same blood stained paper you chase after
I play the game like a snake charmer
I aim to train harder
I eat hearty but stay marga
More rowdy than squaddies on the lager
But, you'll probably scarper from
Bobbies in body armour
And if you're smart you'll tuck in your chain
Cos nothin' has changed
You could get mugged on this rugged terrain
I'm runnin' the plains barefoot
Hunting some game
J-Star the Drifter, we're one and the same
Smokescreens burn up they can't
Cover the flame
I stay first class top of the range
Even if the topic is strange
I spit a philosophical phrase
At your mockery of Hip Hop and comical ways
And when you feel my phenomenal rage
You'll be suffering abdominal pains
Lost in this impossible maze