Lyrics Brimstone Rock - Jehst

How do expect me to sleep at night
Knowin my people ain t eatin right
Gimme a mic
I ll strike with heat like a meteorite
Fuck the media hype
Scribes sniping at me and mine
Megatron clockin Autobots with the eagle eye
They got you covered
Eye colour to your sneaker size
Revolutionaries demonised
Mother Earth colonised
Stolen culture commoditised
Modified genes
Each regime modernised
Maximum terror
Fear and e|ciency
Military missionaries
New age crusades
Faith for your misery
Minds in the grind
No time to meditate on the mysteries of life
And can t motivate
Drive trapped in the tra|c jam
Bare-knuckle boxing
Brand new caravan
I m cat-a-walling like Margarita Prakatan
Til Sona Fam go platinum in Pakistan
And stack collateral
Watch the country bumpkin smash the capital
Smack the sabbatical
Batter the biblical
Smooth I move as a criminal do
Beatin me ll take a miracle dude
I m screwface in the mili-ist mood
Make you eat your greens
You ain t leavin til you finish your food
My outlook is like a villainous view of the near future
Beer goggles bottle of brew and the punky brewster
Pu|n
Takin your title no discussion
Two shades darker
Mr Parker on percussion

I m goin global
So folk are all approachin me locally
Hoping that I grab the mic
I m like
Hokily dokily
Straight Ned Flanders
Blaze trees and leave dead branches
I see red
Think left
My mindset s Marxist
Overstand and we ll get past this
More talk and less carnage
Calm and peace
The future s bright
The future s the mark of the beast
And a devil with a smile is easily the hardest to beat yo
I m here caving my niche so
I stand out from the damn crowd at the freak show
Find wifey and breeze
The system wants me on my knees at ninety degrees
Picture that?
Hell no!
I m jet propelled by elbow grease
And these squeaky Shell toes
Signing on until the twelve blows
And if it don t
Then it s back to the telephone sellin dope
Welcome to the terrordome
This is where we live
Street kids
Lookin for a god to make peace with
Modern day beatniks
Beat digger jazz cats
Bag wax
Barren lands
Bad man
Mad max
Beyond the Thunderdome
Dope with the microphone
Dynamo charged up
Spark up the hydropo
Blow out the ital smoke
Choke on a solar flare
Blue foot soldier
Stare colder than a polar bear