Lyrics Vice City - Jehst

Vice City

Chainmail wife-beater
Nuke Proof Suit
Under the weather, all weather, durags (One size fits all)
Word
Computer, engage!
I revolve around science
Peep how I hold the microphone appliance
Protection against the elements
Sci-fi violence live from the tenements
Venomous residents
Nightlife revellers
Hi-fis drown out the nightclub pestilence
You wake up and your pockets are penniless?
Go job centre, cuss about your benefits
I’m on the guest list
Swift with a next spliff
Bic scribble quick
That’s the pace that I’m living with
Technotronic and hydroponic chronic
For the third kaleidoscopic optic
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
As I travel at a breakneck speed
I can see neon lights shimmer of the rain drenched streets
Struggling to make ends meet
Night air’s thick with fragrance of blazing trees
The hum of TV’s raising seeds
Water the plants with the poison the media feeds
It’s just
Me and the beast
MPC on repeat
Talking to God trying to make my peace
In tomorrow’s world
Yesterday’s future
Searching for never land
Man and computer, unified
For the human parasite
Leap from the ledge in pursuit of paradise (Ahh!)
Suicidal decision
Religious fanaticism
I sit back with a back of issm
And strap that
Let my thoughts get abstract
Lead Zeppelin
I step heavy as an AT-AT
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
Yo, the chaos of my love is like fire from the belly of hell
The most tragic yet hilarious as hell
My skin crawls with an insect form of osmosis
A beautiful vision of human cockroaches
Job seekers, slackers
Suits and ties for their baby killers and mind-snatchers
Mind your manners
My manor’s madness
Mad chicks, sexually active man magnets
Mad Max shit
Back to the matrix
Plug in
Overload and start bugging
'Cause consciousness is a curse
It’s the reason we love, the reason love hurts
You see them lovebirds?
Nothing but a chicken and a rooster
I’m giving 'em a booster
The flower children
Lost in the cityscape
Build them a greenhouse
Let them facilitate
'Til then?
You ain’t putting nothing on my dinnerplate
Pussyhole breddas letting dickheads dictate
That’s something that I ain’t into mate
Kids wanna imitate a fake lifestyle that they simulate
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Cop that
Chop that
Bag it up
Shot that
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
Where’re we at?
Vice City (Vice City)
(Yo, yo, yo)