Jehst – China Shop Taurus Lyrics
Lyrics
- The sun sets over cityscape silhouettes
- Bright lights flicker cigarette smoke pirouettes
- It's the addictive kiss of death in effect
- I'm a little stressed spittin' liquor breath introspect
- Hot like triple X, getting lost in the mixing decks
- Sweat glistens like glitter balls reflect
- Recollect on the dreamscape
- Escape the freebase infested Police state
- Teenage protesters riot in the heat wave
- Fire in the streets place bets on the sweepstake
- Check how the greed shapes their mind sets
- The beast clockin' like Timex flexing their biceps
Chorus
- There's nothing out here for us
- Negative forces force us to live lawless and spit rawness
- I'm like a china shop Taurus
- I talk of torment and pen chorus after chorus
Verse 2
- BNP berserkers bent on murders
- Teens tagging for a sense of purpose
- Streets is tense and nervous
- So bait is bound to tempt the serpent's
- Appetite, parasite paradise
- Po-lice patronise, lappin' up a pack of lies
- Macho guys turn hermaphrodite by candlelight
- Still they wanna scandalise mine cos' I spit rhyme
- I'm tryin' to scrape the paper and escape quick time
- Get yours, utilise your get out clause
- Outlaws on course for the great outdoors
- I'm way out like Cheech Wizard
- Keeping warm in the winter blizzard
- Banging my head like Lynard Skynard
- I'm having nightmares I'm naked in my ground floor flat
- Gripping a baseball bat
- With the back door open to night-time predators
- Crack-heads highlight heaven gone wrong
- Watching back street revellers
- Revelation of the Devil's messed up messengers
- Sin is effortless, yet affecting us
- In fact infecting us with disease
- Beast inspecting expecting us to mess up, muck up
- Leave you bruck up, you'll get beaten the fuck up
- And cuffed some even got snuffed
- Others live on to puff another bag and brag
- How they're mad tough, man I've had enough
- There's nothing out here for none of us
Chorus
- There's nothing out here for us
- Negative forces force us to live lawless and spit rawness
- I'm like a china shop Taurus
- I talk of torment and pen chorus after chorus
Verse 3
- Post-modernist, pre-apocalypse
- Living in this rotten metropolis
- Existing with broken hopes hearts and promises
- Part bench politics, soap-box soap bar
- Smokers acknowledge this novelist
- The broke pocket economist on a mission
- Fists clenched for the opposition
- Sitting tight like Taliban in Tora Bora
- The last stand now we're living land of the lost
- And the age of Sodom and Gomorra
- Divide and conquer your block by the border
- Locked by the law and order
- The war reporter walks streets
- As the cycle of suicidal thoughts repeats
- In the minds of the poor and meek
- A meat market of morbid freaks
- Freebase heads speak to inform the beats
- The bleak picture, the cycle of war and peace is crazy vulgar
- Sick as the kids that killed Damilola Taylor and Jamie Bulger
- My heart broken open and beating slower
- The cold blooded grow even colder
- In a globe so rotten like teeth in Cola
- No hope of mending, a culture of violent endings pending
- Our pens become government scapegoats
- But no guns bust at my stage shows
- (So yo it's like...)
Chorus
- There's nothing out here for us
- Negative forces force us to live lawless and spit rawness
- I'm like a china shop Taurus
- I talk of torment and pen chorus after chorus
- After chorus
- After chorus