Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monotony , by - Jehst. Release date: 09.04.2011
Song language: English
Monotony |
| «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 |