Jehst – Liquor Soaked Sentiments Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- I spit Liquor Soaked Sentiments
- lost in a scotch mist, tell 'em "don't watch this"
- liver turned toxic, still I burn 'what's it,'
- attracted to opposites, me and mans tight like Asterix and Obelix
- operatists, livin' in the shadow lands, and I make grammar like Jangrow-van
- we break bread and make moves for the Queen's head
- with a king cobra strength, dedicated to goin' the length
- man in motion, flowing through pens, I write rhymes with the potent
- hybrid, my biro's the brother I confide in
- findin' time to redesign his blueprint
- Its only true crew that I move with
- so if the shoe fits wear it, we grin and bear it
- as mad crowds begin to spaz-out we begin to tear it
- step it up like a stair-lift, shift in to top-gear
- ready for a long year, more short stories, told in a matter of minutes
- it's just the way that I had to begin it, I bring spirits of the scripture
- finish off an incomplete image 'til I build up the bigger picture
- I ride widescreen DVD clean with extra scenes
- no opponent will ever get the best of me
- I'm like the moment of ecstasy, the 'ear-gasm'
- phenomenon no man can fathom, the phantasm, with
- hell-fire for the grand-dragon, draggin' 'tag-alongs'
- longin' for a ride on my band-wagon
- treatin' rap like its blackjack or backgammon,
- its not a game and you lack talent
- you're like a cat candid crack addict with a smack habit
- hypnotised by my black magic
- Mesmerized as it all adds up in a mathematical manner
- build bars out of bad grammar
- The sandman, I move minds in the moonlight; moonshine
- sippin' shaped dreams out of moonbeam,
- project new nightmares against blue screens
- The illusion of everyday routine moves me to meditate
- I paint 'dream-scapes'
- I spend late nights, ridin' to beat tapes these days;
- doin' this for DJs and unemployed B-Boys,
- who enjoy permanent tea breaks
- Teens doin' their GCSE re-takes,
- in an attempt to improve on their current situations
- Degree students doin' their dissertations,
- brays and braids I owe dedications
- Friends raisin' their babies, I raise up my Bailey's to toast you
- I know the various emotions and moments of madness you
- do through believe me
- I bleed on the vinyl and CD..