Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monotony (Ft. Asavior & Diablo), artist - Jehst. Album song Falling Down, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2003
Record label: Free the Walls Ltd Trading
Song language: English
Monotony (Ft. Asavior & Diablo) |
«You know there’s three kind of people in this world |
That’s why I know that change has gotta come |
I said there’s |
There’s white people; |
there’s black people; |
and then there’s my people» |
It’s the pure unadulterated hot shit |
Liquid kiss of death, venomous toxic |
Treacherous topic, cyanide scripts leave fools for dead men |
I’m here to lock this |
Down with the rage, you must fear me now |
Walk the lands with the ground breaking sound |
Travelling from town to town |
Spitting slang while the 12 spins round and round |
Receive a pound then we out and it’s homeward bound |
Stating the page, obliterate pro’s and nouns |
Blockades pave a way for these patent shakedowns |
I’m done with the who, what, where’s and how’s |
It’s the youth I’m saluting, it’s the knowledge I’ve found |
Cascades from the age, I was born to make waves |
Walk forty nights, forty days to get paid |
It’s the pain I truncate to show you I care |
Fumble with fear, fighting with the world but who cares? |
Pardon me, but this monotony |
Is killing off a part of me |
It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially |
I drop the nuclear letter bomb, pop the bottle of Evian |
Now we got fans transfixed like planes at the Pentagon |
Pen an epilogue for a cock with a semi-on, fuckin' with a demigod |
Unleash the wrath of the renaissance |
Elevate mind states to the next echelon |
Save the children, grown men building |
Women on our brains still blazin the chillum |
I softly kill em' to the rhythm of life |
Till the dark bring a vision of light |
As I start grippin a mic and spittin a rhyme |
It seems clichéd, DJ’s spinnin deep into the night |
The day breaks, embrace the mayhem the AM creates |
A grey place, rain on my face is acidic |
Can’t take the basic pace of living |
I’m lettin' Satan break my spirit |
Dejaal winnin em 'over now |
Overcrowded, pump the loudest sound to fill out the houses |
The roof is on fire tonight |
Can’t take it any higher tonight, right? |
Pardon me but this monotony |
Is killing off a part of me |
It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially |
These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry |
But they can hardly see what I see |
I spit saviour faire plus the timing’s sick |
Feel the rush like a junkie s fix |
Got my eyes on tits, mind on clit |
Strive to make the timeless hits |
While your boys write the lifeless scripts |
Don’t take the piss, I’m totally bored |
With your war stories, trust me son I seen 'em all before |
What I explore is the deepest level of creativity |
Minds combined in perfect synergy |
The strain on your brain, you can’t get rid of me |
I tackle terrain, it’s part of my history |
I hustle in vain, Blair got a piece of me |
I’m burning in hell, my words yearn sympathy |
Faced with adversity, turn the TV |
Burn the tree till my eyes turn burgundy |
Third degree heat, keep the fire lit |
Play my theme on invisible violins |
A bouquet of barbed wire, seven sins |
Hyacinths withered in an iron fist |
Strict italist, twist the pure weed |
Spit to raw beats, grey matter travels at warp speed |
Greater than any before me |
I force feed thoughts three courses, gourmet |
Show weak minds the doorway |
Step into a world of war games, face the warriors |
Pardon me but this monotony |
Is killing off a part of me |
It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially |
These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry |
But they can hardly see what I see |
I’m in the mainframe, blue flame blazin fuel |
I ain’t afraid of fools, I was raised by wolves |
Killer caveman painting walls |
With the blood of his enemies, utilising my basic tools |
In an age of pagan rule, turn the page |
Amazing stories, going out in a blaze of fame and glory |
Flames of furious anger, my form Manga |
Walk with a panthers stride |
Eye of the tiger, face to face |
A leap of faith to complete the paper chase |
Small change, slaves with more balls than brains |
Ball and chain, angels that fall from grace |
It’s all the same like tears in the falling rain |
See her face, her voice as she calls my name |
I wake up to the maze, concrete locked in a cage |
Off key jotting on a page for praise |
My soul plainly displayed in a case with my name engraved |
For all to gaze and take pity |
The last battle of the great city, the last pages of history |