Jehst – Die When You Die Lyrics
Lyrics
Intro
- I think that um, um there are more people that are bad than there are good
- I feel miserable when I'm bad
Verse 1
- Yo' yo;
- Every dialectic shapeshift's a makeshift shield of hatred
- I spit fire
- Quick fire
- Twist fire
- Rollin' roach from a ripped flyer
- Tip toeing over ego trip wire
- Soft steppin' on eggshells as hell beckons
- A bed of black rose petals on my twenty second
- With twenty seconds on the clock I kept many guessin'
- A game of death threats met with defiance so
- I bring stones for the riots
- While the right side of the brain extends through computer science
- Flicks fictionalise our lives
- In alliance with the Queen in the core of the hive
- Breeding parasites
- The wise read and analyse the scrolls
- Stolen souls dissolve in alcohol
- Master drunken pole
- A cold-hearted defence in this dungeon hole
- I hold hope for the globe in a closed palm
- Locked in a gold heart
- Lost and emotionally charged
- I chart progress
- Through this pain staking process
- Elimination of the grotesque no less
- This overblown mess left grown men stressed and suicidal
- Cyanide drips from the vinyl
- My vital signs fade
- I'm trapped in a pessimist mind-state
- A frozen emotional ice age
Sample
- You can't be everywhere at once doing everything for everybody
- Everybody can't get what they want
- It mean that they...
- Everybody can't get what they want
Verse 2
- Yo'
- My words form pictures
- Jigsaws built from torn scriptures
- A warped image
- A collage of small figments
- Inter-related
- Creative with raw English
- I walk with born sinners who talk business
- (Yeah, yeah, how much?)
- Subs and permanent fixtures
- Medicine man sippin' elixirs
- Wettin' my lips and lickin' the Rizlas
- Listening to enemy transmissions
- Sittin here pickin' the splinters out of my flesh
- The fresh script inker
- Indica stick sticky finger
- Balanced on the brink of drinking binges
- While friends sink syringes
- Into their skin and it could all end in an instance
- With no-one to discipline the infants
- Walking the ledge
- I stay nimble as ninjas
- My pen nib inches
- Closer and closer
- Ghosts in my dome stay closed in a coma
- Crows overhead
- Twisted as the trail we tred
- Most failed or fled
- Ended up jailed or dead
- But never me
- Eyes in the back of my head
- For any enemy
- Ready for them backstabbers
- Suited and booted on this black Sabbath
- Truly polluted by the pain
- I paint the blues on a blank canvas
- We're all judged by the same standards
- Saints, gangsters, to base heads in St. Pancras
- It's plain madness
- My brain strains to make sense of
- We blaze ten spots
- This games deadlocked
Outro
- He can see us whatever we do
- What ever we do he has such...
- And he can still see us when we're bad
- And he can still see us when we're bad
- I feel miserable when I'm bad
- I think that um, um there are more people that are bad than there are good
- And um, if you're good you'll live forever
- And if you bad you'll die when you die