Jehst – Run Hard Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- It's the million militant picture paintin, quick debatin'
- I hit terrain my trainers grip the pavin'
- The city's depraved decayed, quick to cave in
- I kick the greatest game, pick up the pace
- Shake the cage, rattle bars, we bare battle scars
- Fresh blood out the abbatoir
- Avant Garde rappers are ready for champagne and caviar
- I stay camouflaged armed with a travel card
- Pass the parcel, I'm partial to parsley, puff it like Bob Marley
- Charged without charlie, chalk the score up
- Babylon upon us better board the door up
- Dancefloors are torn up we tourin' Europe
- Warlords secure, fuck Tora Bora caves I fornicate with hate
- Make love to the break
- Each verse a verbal earthquake
- make the world celebrate my birthday
- Sick in the worst way, wastin' away waitin' for first aid
- I break bread with the first ape
- To walk upright and talk just like a drunk on a rough night
- Queens sellin' themselves at cut price
- Open like butterfly knives it's not nice I rock mic's
- Duppy put rock in their pipes
- Deprived puppies keep barkin', blockin' my light
- Yap yappin' at my ankles
- I work so many angles, so my jeans jangle like bangles
- I manhandle ample stress, spark bless,
- then I blow out the candles
- Get sweet dreams
Chorus
- Hybrid fiends dominate your TV screens
- Diablo's, near death fiasco's
- RUN HARD
- Keep your worst thoughts on charge
- When you see a mirage
- From Gestapo at large
- RUN HARD
- Fiends dominate your TV screens
- Diablo's, near death fiasco's
- RUN HARD
- Keep your worst thoughts on charge
- Towards the mirage
- RUN HARD
Verse 2
- J Star spit for catharsis, me and
- Dr Who buil'in' spliffs in the tardis
- Leave your reputation tarnished
- I talk carnage garnish tracks with ganja and garlic for vampire varmints
- Fire for them halfwits, and hard heads who start shit
- Any last requests? spark your last spliff
- Before you get dragged into darkness
- I walk through your palace in the raggedest garments
- Baggy hangin' off of my arse shit
- I spit arsenic, if you're askin' the wrong questions
- In the studio for long sessions
- Stressed out about the rent every pound spent lost or lent
- Begged borrowed or stolen
- Wrestlin' with stress like it's Hulk Hogan baby
- That drank the whole cauldron of magic potion
- Potent, I patent my own slogan
- Alone smokin' a cone, stoned
- Approachin' in a Trojan horse, with a hundred heads from up North
- Negative and 'nuff coarse of course
- Forcefully stormin' your fort
- The rebel with a cause without pause for thought it's WAR