Jehst – High Plains Anthem Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- I walked in a saloon at high noon, the moonshine sipper
- Spit a new rhyme till it's asta la vista
- The king balloon twister, smash your transistor
- It's the High Plains Drifter, that had to resist the
- Sickness of the city life, I sat by the river
- A packet of Rizzler and a flask full of liquor
- Made the locals ask: "who's the masked figure?"
- Fill a page with the pain it seems you can't picture
- The last heavy hitter, so many consider me
- To be very bitter, switching up my delivery
- Stitching up my injuries, and flipping imagery
- Mixing toxins till I'm lost in the synergy
- Drown in my misery, a man of mystery
- I stand in the blistering heat as the epitome
- Of the anti-hero, tipping my Stetson
- Space cowboy, I drink whiskey with George Jetson
- Two thousand and one, the space western
- Quick on the draw, bring a war to your section
- Blood Sport veteran, contraband cargo
- The known desperado rolled into ?
Verse 2
- I ride with lost peasants, hot stepping across deserts
- Letting the dust settle for sheep who watch shepherds
- Yeah I rock sessions, with unorthodox methods
- The messenger, ready for death when God beckons
- On frontlines worldwide kids have got weapons
- And grey skies hide sunshine from the heavens
- I'm threatened, by the seven sins of my species
- I don't need TV, I read tea leaves
- Smoke the peace pipe, in the chief's tepee
- I speak freely, the 3D graffiti writer
- Is kinda like the new easy rider
- More bad apples in the cruel and cheap cidar
- I breath fire, the propane flamethrower
- Man the fort for this hostile takeover
- I play poker-faced, hold a ace
- Tucked up my sleeve, leave your mouth with a sour taste
- That's just how I play the game nowadays
- Apologies to the crowd, I'm a hour late
Verse 3
- Battling me? That'd be an embarrassing mistake
- Like promoters who don't get the "H" in the right place
- My mic stays in close range, I travel the low plains
- But drift on a high like cocaine
- Exchange words with the man with no name
- Inspectors, throwing up letters on the ghost train
- I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates
- Hunched up, punching keys till my bones ache
- I blow fakes outta the water, chucking harpoons
- You can't move, running on the spot like a cartoon
- Leaving a trail of destruction when I pass through
- The drunk fool, fighting off demons with a barstool
- Screaming "Ja Rule", my instincts are carnal
- The dirty rascal, or the king of the castle?
- I'm partial to both titles, the soldier's quote in the Bible
- Holding my rifles to false idols
- I love the crackle on the old vinyl, I rock break loops
- And make moves from my HQ
- I stay true to the ancient ways
- The herbalist curb-surfer riding paper waves