(No Ratings Yet)I’ve always got time for Jehst. His immaculate flows, structure and content always set the bar so high, no matter how old or new the song is. This one is from Secondson’s Secondson & His Orchestra which is nestled about…
VERSE 1:
JEHST
- You know how the fuck we do
- With this dusty loop
- Work fingers to the bone and only just recoup
- Spaced out like a crusty group
- Wood-stocking it
- Woodblock chopping these trees in the metropolis
- Popped out the orifice, lost the birth
- But gave me soda-pop props, so I lost my verse
- Started stepping on stage and…wait, almost forgot my verse
- But haven’t got the nerve to turn back now
- I’ll turn the city to a blackout
- Flag down the plane if you know what I’m saying
- Fully grown so you know I aint playing, I’m play acting
- Fucking with your head for the sheer satisfaction
- Flavour in your ear with this here
- This year spit clear with the crystal tongue
- Be the first off the mark when the pistols blown
- Though the critics through sticks and stones
- It don’t faze me
CHORUS:
JEHST
- So turn it up to the red
- Excuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
- That had you rubbing your head
- Scratching your brow
- So you catch me now?
- Turn it up to the red
- Excuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
- That had you rubbing your head
- Scratching your dome
- Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
VERSE 2:
JEHST
- VERSE 2:
- See me meditating on a chronic tree
- This an inter-polyphonic spree
- Elevated off the broccoli
- Peace to JOC, Secondson
- Old school like a 303, we flip drums
- Rip cuts
- I'm a rap the gritty, you know we grip funds
- J-Star bringing out the big guns
- Like Columbine high school
- Here to take back the title
- Make it wind back the vinyl
- And any blasphemers get smacked with a bible
- Beat to the ground with a copy of the Quran
- As if it’s doing you more good than harm
- The human race, the ????
- Basically free-basing on an intergalactic spaceship
- With the brain sick
- Is the easiest way to explain this life and its strangeness
- I blaze spliffs with God
- Take sips with Diablo and consider the odds
- Sympathy for the Devil, the rolling stone
- I turn public transport into a mobile home
- Many mobile with mobile phone radiation
- Sky high on that high grade aviation
- Another vacation in the ditch
- Wishing I was rich
- But till then, this is for the kids
CHORUS:
- So turn it up to the red
- Excuse me I’m blinded, musta been something I said
- That had you rubbing your head
- Scratching your brow
- So you catch me now?
- Turn it up to the red
- Excuse me I’m blunted, must have been something I said
- That had you rubbing your head
- Scratching your dome
- Smoking the Philosopher’s Stone
VERSE 3:
- It’s the unstoppable
- I overcome any obstacle
- Pen a chronicle
- Bring the house down on top of you
- Tear the roof off the building
- Evacuate the men then I’ll rescue the women and children
- Skilled in the way of the warrior
- Your plan’s full of holes like a colander
- Take the dead weight to the coroner
- Way down the corridor
- Polymorphic twist spliffs in your college dorm
- Or a state staircase in a desolate place
- In the middle of a wide open space
- Straight out the Valley Of The Crows
- With the scent of the soap bar filling your nose
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