Jehst - Vice City lyrics

Yo, Jehst chainmail wife-beater
Nuke Proof Suit
Under the weather, all weather, durags
(One size fit's all) word

Computer, engage!

I revolve around science
Peep how I hold the microphone appliance
Protection against the elements
Sci-fi violence live from the tenements
Venomous residents nightlife revellers
Hi-fis drown out the nightclub pestilence
You wake up and your pockets are penniless?
Go job centre, cuss about your benefit's
I'm on the guest list
Swift with a next spliff bic scribble quick
That's the pace that I'm living with
Technotronic and hydroponic chronic
For the third kaleidoscopic optic

Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that
Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that

Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)
Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)

As I travel at a breakneck speed
I can see neon lights shimmer
Of the rain drenched streets
Struggling to make ends meet
Night air's thick with fragrance
Of blazing trees
The hum of TV's raising seeds
Water the plants with the
Poison the media feeds it's just
Me and the beast mPC on repeat
Talking to God trying to make my peace
In tomorrow's world yesterday's future
Searching for never land
Man and computer, unified
For the human parasite
Leap from the ledge in pursuit of paradise
(Ahh) suicidal decision
Religious fanaticism
I sit back with a back of issm
And strap that let my thoughts get abstract
Lead Zeppelin i step heavy as an AT-AT

Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that

Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that

Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)
Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)

Yo, the chaos of my love is like
Fire from the belly of hell
The most tragic yet hilarious as hell
My skin crawls with an insect form of osmosis
A beautiful vision of human cockroaches
Job seekers, slackers
Suit's and ties for their
Baby killers and mind-snatchers
Mind your manners my manor's madness
Mad chicks, sexually active man magnets
Mad Max shit back to the matrix
Plug in overload and start bugging
'Cause consciousness is a curse
It's the reason we love
The reason love hurts
You see them lovebirds?
Nothing but a chicken and a rooster

The flower children lost in the cityscape
Build them a greenhouse let them facilitate
'Til then?
You ain't putting nothing on my dinnerplate
Pussyhole breddas letting dickheads dictate
That's something that I ain't into mate
Kids wanna imitate a fake
Lifestyle that they simulate

Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that

Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that

Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)
Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)

Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that

Cop that chop that
Bag it up shot that

Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)
Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City)

(Yo, yo, yo)