Jehst - High Plains Anthem lyrics
[Jehst - High Plains Anthem lyrics]
"Here we go
Yeah, you may have heard about the gangster
Of love and the space cowboy, but
I'm gonna whip a cat on you
Right now who's had more trouble
Trials and tribulations"
It doesn't stop now (High plains drifter
It's the high plains drifter)
I walked in a saloon at high noon
The moonshine sipper
Spit a new rhyme till it's hasta la vista
The king blue twister, smash your transistor
"It's the High Plains Drifter"
That had to resist the
Sickness of the city life
I'm sat by the river
A packet of Rizla and a flask full of liquor
Made the locals ask: "who's
The masked figure?"
Fill a page with the pain
It seems you can't picture
The last heavy hitter, so many consider me
To be very bitter, switching up my delivery
Stitching up my injuries
And flipping imagery
Mixing toxins till I'm lost in the synergy
Drown in my misery, a man of mystery
I stand in the blistering heat as the epitome
Of the anti hero, tipping my Stetson
Space cowboy
I drink whiskey with George Jetson
Two thousand and one, a space western
Quick on the draw
Bring a war to your section
Blood Sport veteran, contraband cargo
The known desperado rolled into Lago
"Travelling through the mind one time"
I ride with lost peasants
Hot stepping across deserts
Letting the dust settle for
Sheep who watch shepherds
Yeah I rock sessions, with unorthodox methods
The messenger
Ready for death when God beckons
On frontlines worldwide kids have got weapons
And grey skies hide sunshine from the heavens
I'm threatened
By the seven sins of my species
I don't need TV, I read tea leaves
Smoke the peace pipe, in the chief's tepee
I speak freely, the 3D graffiti writer
Is kinda like the new easy rider
More bad apples in the crew than cheap cider
I breath fire, the propane flamethrower
Man the fort for this hostile takeover
I play poker-faced, hold the ace
Tucked up my sleeve
Leave your mouth with a sour taste
That's just how I play the game nowadays
Apologies to the crowd, I'm a hour late
"Travelling through the mind"
Battling me? That'd be
An embarrassing mistake
Like promoters who don't get the
"H" in the right place
My mic stays in close range
I travel the low plains
But drift on a high like cocaine
Exchange words with the man with no name
Inspectors, throwing up letters on
The ghost train
I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates
Hunched up, punching keys till my bones ache
I blow fakes outta the water
Chucking harpoons you can't move
Running on the spot like a cartoon
Leaving a trail of destruction
When I pass through the drunk fool
Fighting off demons with a barstool
Screaming "Ja Rule", my instincts are carnal
The dirty rascal, or the king of the castle?
I'm partial to both titles
The soldier's quoting the Bible
Holding my rifles to false idols
I love the crackle on the old vinyl
I rock break loops and make moves from my HQ
I stay true to the ancient ways
The herbalist curb-surfer riding
Pavement waves
Yeah, you may have heard about the gangster
Of love and the space cowboy, but
I'm gonna whip a cat on you
Right now who's had more trouble
Trials and tribulations"
It doesn't stop now (High plains drifter
It's the high plains drifter)
I walked in a saloon at high noon
The moonshine sipper
Spit a new rhyme till it's hasta la vista
The king blue twister, smash your transistor
"It's the High Plains Drifter"
That had to resist the
Sickness of the city life
I'm sat by the river
A packet of Rizla and a flask full of liquor
Made the locals ask: "who's
The masked figure?"
Fill a page with the pain
It seems you can't picture
The last heavy hitter, so many consider me
To be very bitter, switching up my delivery
Stitching up my injuries
And flipping imagery
Mixing toxins till I'm lost in the synergy
Drown in my misery, a man of mystery
I stand in the blistering heat as the epitome
Of the anti hero, tipping my Stetson
Space cowboy
I drink whiskey with George Jetson
Two thousand and one, a space western
Quick on the draw
Bring a war to your section
Blood Sport veteran, contraband cargo
The known desperado rolled into Lago
"Travelling through the mind one time"
I ride with lost peasants
Hot stepping across deserts
Letting the dust settle for
Sheep who watch shepherds
Yeah I rock sessions, with unorthodox methods
The messenger
Ready for death when God beckons
On frontlines worldwide kids have got weapons
And grey skies hide sunshine from the heavens
I'm threatened
By the seven sins of my species
I don't need TV, I read tea leaves
Smoke the peace pipe, in the chief's tepee
I speak freely, the 3D graffiti writer
Is kinda like the new easy rider
More bad apples in the crew than cheap cider
I breath fire, the propane flamethrower
Man the fort for this hostile takeover
I play poker-faced, hold the ace
Tucked up my sleeve
Leave your mouth with a sour taste
That's just how I play the game nowadays
Apologies to the crowd, I'm a hour late
"Travelling through the mind"
Battling me? That'd be
An embarrassing mistake
Like promoters who don't get the
"H" in the right place
My mic stays in close range
I travel the low plains
But drift on a high like cocaine
Exchange words with the man with no name
Inspectors, throwing up letters on
The ghost train
I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates
Hunched up, punching keys till my bones ache
I blow fakes outta the water
Chucking harpoons you can't move
Running on the spot like a cartoon
Leaving a trail of destruction
When I pass through the drunk fool
Fighting off demons with a barstool
Screaming "Ja Rule", my instincts are carnal
The dirty rascal, or the king of the castle?
I'm partial to both titles
The soldier's quoting the Bible
Holding my rifles to false idols
I love the crackle on the old vinyl
I rock break loops and make moves from my HQ
I stay true to the ancient ways
The herbalist curb-surfer riding
Pavement waves