Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heathens, artist - Jehst. Date of issue: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heathens |
| Still rock the Nuke Proof |
| I keep on rockin' in the free world |
| Doot-doola-doot-doo |
| It’s Feeding Time at the Zoo II |
| Q-Tip, the Last Zulu |
| I brought the Tribe through |
| Speak the truth like my hand’s on the Bible |
| Doing this 'til the Earth turn into a fireball |
| Clever words to incite a riot |
| But the crowd never heard—'cos the mic too quiet |
| They’ll probably turn it up for the headliner |
| Spread the butter |
| Drink a toast to the breadliner |
| The Umpire, I watch the game from a distance |
| The first one you wanna blame for all th wrong decisions |
| Became acquaintd with the concept of optimism |
| But soon forgot the wisdom |
| Because I didn’t have a pot to piss in |
| Or a window to throw it out of |
| A dead end street |
| If you figured you know about us |
| Until ends meet |
| The possibilities are boundless |
| Opportunities are rare |
| And the dice rolls without us |
| These slum lords must have thought we was born yesterday |
| These young boys must have thought we got nothing left to say |
| And all these non-believers who said Jesus couldn’t levitate |
| And all these other heathens |
| Tailor-made rhyme style |
| Wake 'n' bake lifestyle |
| Hood chicks look like Lady Pink in Wild Style |
| Avocado |
| Got the Charlie Brown profile |
| Smoke the Bob Marley 'til I start to sound docile |
| And forget where my keys at |
| Quick with the tree strapped |
| Quit, then I relapse |
| Like… |
| 'Ah, shit! |
| Where the weed at?!' |
| Next episode |
| He’s back with the recap |
| Like Our Graham with the quick reminder |
| Lit the fire, got |
| Busy on the synthesiser |
| They always said he was the sickest rhymer |
| 'Til he shaved his head |
| Like a Third Reich sympathiser |
| But he think like Malcolm X |
| Got the finished mixes |
| But he didn’t drop the album yet |
| The outcome |
| Of the numbers wasn’t adding up |
| Feeling like he had enough |
| Wanna duck to Magaluf |
| Lit a spliff bigger than a woolly mammoth tusk |
| I wonder why it seem like everybody mad at us |
| He might lose his mind and let the 'matic bust |
| Take it easy |
| Ken Kesey on the Magic Bus |
| With a bag of dust |
| To take the pain away |
| The dragon huff and he puff |
| And spit the flame again |
| I wrote this |
| On the front porch |
| On a rainy day |
| These slum lords must have thought we was born yesterday |
| These young boys must have thought we got nothing left to say |
| And all these non-believers who said Jesus couldn’t levitate |
| These slum lords must have thought we was born yesterday |
| These young boys must have thought we got nothing left to say |
| And all these non-believers who said Jesus couldn’t levitate |
| And all these other heathens |