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jehst - intro (liquor soaked sentiments) كلمات الأغنية

[jehst]
i spit liquor soaked sentiments
lost in a scotch mist, tell ’em “don’t watch this”
liver turned toxic, still i burn ‘what’s it,’
attracted to opposites, me and mans tight like asterix and obelix
operatists, livin’ in the shadow lands, and i make grammar like jangrow-van
we break bread and make moves for the queen’s head
with a king cobra strength, dedicated to goin’ the length
man in motion, flowing through pens, i write rhymes with the potent
hybrid, my biro’s the brother i confide in
findin’ time to redesign his blueprint
its only true crew that i move with
so if the shoe fits wear it, we grin and bear it
as mad crowds begin to spaz-out we begin to tear it
step it up like a stair-lift, shift in to top-gear
ready for a long year, more short stories, told in a matter of minutes
it’s just the way that i had to begin it, i bring spirits of the scripture
finish off an incomplete image ’til i build up the bigger picture
i ride widescreen dvd clean with extra scenes
no opponent will ever get the best of me
i’m like the moment of ecstasy, the ‘ear-gasm’
phenomenon no man can fathom, the phantasm, with
h-ll-fire for the grand-dragon, draggin’ ‘tag-alongs’
longin’ for a ride on my band-wagon
treatin’ rap like its blackjack or backgammon, its not a game and you lack talent
you’re like a cat candid crack addict with a smack habit
hypnotised by my black magic
mesmerized as it all adds up in a mathematical manner
build bars out of bad grammar
the sandman, i move minds in the moonlight; moonshine
sippin’ shaped dreams out of moonbeam, project new nightmares against blue screens
the illusion of everyday routine moves me to meditate
i paint ‘dream-scapes’
i spend late nights, ridin’ to beat tapes these days;
doin’ this for djs and unemployed b-boys, who enjoy permanent tea breaks
teens doin’ their gcse re-takes, in an attempt to improve on their current situations
degree students doin’ their dissertations, brays and braids i owe dedications
friends raisin’ their babies, i raise up my bailey’s to toast you
i know the various emotions and moments of madness you
do through believe me
i bleed on the vinyl and cd..

my dad.. (ha ha.. yeah).. ‘rza-razor’, ‘rza-razor’ sharp..
my mum.. (love you mum)..
(yo) yo, my sisters.. (livy.. lucy.. shout-outs to abby)..
my brothers from other mothers.. (maggy!.. fara!.. ash!.. dj ideal!)
my ynr fam.. (cee-why.. ).. the low-life fam (asaviour.. )..
con fam, cloud-steppers.. (evil ed.. braintax.. mr. parker.. )
you know who you are.. (jango, apollo.. )
it’s dedicated to you.. (gorgeous george.. ).. without
further ado.. (extended playas.. ).. welcome to the
lp.. (.. terra firma!).. fallin’ down.. ’bout to take you back
to the high-plains once more (all my huddersfield
people.. one love) jehst!

- jehst

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