Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give It Here, artist - Jehst. Date of issue: 09.04.2011
Song language: English
Give It Here |
| While most mans speak |
| I meditate up in the mountain peaks of Mozambique |
| Where I choose to count sheep until I rose from my sleep |
| An incomplete stranger creation of my mothers nature |
| She didn’t cater, but fuck it I don’t cater |
| I’m driven by the danger |
| You’re just a digi passenger |
| Who sends death threats while I massacre your messenger |
| Too many of you black males manouvre like scavanger |
| Jankrows and jackals tryin' to assassinate my character |
| The snakes and ladders that deceive |
| Try to lead me to believe in nothing |
| I’m surfing on the surface of suffering |
| Slowly suffocating, hearts caved in and gave in |
| Seeking refuge and salvation but there’s no safe haven |
| From this wickedness but still won’t forget that criss tings still exist |
| Like looking through my son and seeing the reflection and vividness |
| His likeless of my father, reminding mums of me |
| While my circle circulate and elevate |
| That’s elementary my dear Watson |
| My dear father you’re far from gone and further away from being forgotten |
| I’ve not forgotten that foundations start at rock bottom |
| Where breddahs hearts are dark and rotten |
| Like what? |
| Like Dot Cottons gums |
| Come in your drum, lock, stock and two smokin' guns |
| I cross lines society, boundaries I break down |
| Analyse your status, the conflicting factors shake down |
| Find a new ground to work on |
| Always live in the person |
| LP drop another sky excursion |
| Without wings I watch the world from a birds view |
| Champion of light, sunshine styles can burn you |
| It stays hot, I figure your plot like Dick Tracy |
| Fakes makin' snake moves and getting paid of those flaky styles |
| Safety in the wild, chase me miles |
| But your feisty smiles is laughin at zilch |
| Get exposed like Scottish mans in kilts |
| Feel the wind blow, see you haven’t got the info |
| So your innuendo means nothing, nought |
| See the frontin' keeps you caught |
| Droppin science like chalk on blackboards |
| It’s all musical actors gettin' in through back doors |
| Playin' caricatures of themself |
| In the sky I’m spiritually stealth, illuminous like felt tips |
| Mans world is selfish |
| Get a hell wish on credit |
| Hold it up with a classic cut like Brian Bennett |
| Direct through your senate |
| Get a break and make a gem with it |
| Beats all day, you know my program |
| Ill on the slow jam with dynamic styles like Oram |
| Flickin ash in a coke can |
| Thinkin 'bout the next move |
| Hookin up the next groove, it’s strictly science in the method |
| Fuck around with ground rules and see those ties get severed |
| I’ll be doin this until I m ragged and aged with varacous veins |
| Live long and prosper while amateurs fade |
| With Klingon ways we bring on brays |
| Who ask the lord to forgive them for their sins on stage |
| Or stay home puttin ink on page, after page (after page) |
| There’s no end to the masquerade |
| You bend the bars of the cage but you can’t escape |
| Your brain trapped in the part you were cast to play |
| The same plot, the same genre |
| The same drama, the same blood stained paper you chase after |
| I play the game like a snake charmer |
| I aim to train harder |
| I eat hearty but stay marga |
| More rowdy than squaddies on the lager |
| But you’ll probably scarper from bobbies in body armour |
| And if you’re smart you’ll tuck in your chain |
| Cos nothin' has changed, you could get mugged on this rugged terrain |
| I’m runnin' the plains barefoot hunting some game |
| J-Star the Drifter, we’re one and the same |
| Smokescreens burn up they can’t cover the flame |
| I stay first class top of the range |
| Even if the topic is strange I spit a philosophical phrase |
| At your mockery of Hip Hop and comical ways |
| And when you feel my phenomenal rage |
| You’ll be suffering abdominal pains |
| Lost in this impossible maze |