Lyrics Give It Here - Lewis Parker , Jehst , Klashnekoff

While most mans speak
I meditate up in the mountain peaks of Mozambique
Where I choose to count sheep
Unil 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 messanger
To many of you black males manouvre like scavanger
Jankrows and jeekles
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 your 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
Its all musical actors
Gettin in through back doors
Playin caricatures of themselves
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
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
Eat hearty but stay marga
More rowdy than squaddies on the lager
But you ll probably scarper
From bobbies in body armour
And if your 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