Jehst - Nightbreed (feat. Kyza & Klashekoff) | Текст песни

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Kyza

Night time vultures hidden in the dark of the shadows
Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows
Tools in my hand 'cause I'm parrow
Prang 'cause I've seen many man get hanged from the gallows
Out there man'll teef the wheels off your barrow
Deep things happen when people think shallow
Jail birds trapped in a cell doing a sparrow
Raggo, enough to put a spark in ya marrow
Street thieves dip in a wallet for tek a man's dough
Plans so nippy you won't see where their hands go
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Jankrows perching right on top of the lamposts
Tramps hold paper bags with a Tennants
Drunk breddas stumbling home totally redders
Foreign beggars seek change, heavily preggers
Fellas getting wet up for their Avirex leathers
As I roam in the street my arms and my shoulders are weak
And pain flows through the soles of my feet
And a place called home isn't sweet
Coppers watch you like Jones on the beat with cold stares full of frozen deceit
I wonder what they hope to achieve by grabbing me up by coat and my sleeve
People chat my name quoting my speech
My mind flows so when I dream
And I can hear myself moan in my sleep
Cold followers showing no tolerance for foreigners
They're lost in the lies and sick pride of the swastika
Hard cases
Racist scar faces, filled with dark hatred
Looking for arms, blatant
Half my spars blaze
My marge is half sane
My fathers last name was bastard
Past playing to ease my hearts pain I chant and start praying
To calm the fast flames that mark the last days

Jehst

In the pool of dead black sirens penetrate the silence
Blinding lights shining dilate the iris
Drivers shot hybrids, and clock mileage
Deep in the dawnlight heavy on the eyelids
Bevy by my side, I write this
Pennies on my mind, I might switch
High like I'm probably psychic
Twisting up quality thai stick
Ital visions of the dominant mind trick
Eyes on the hourglass watching the time slip
Poverty strikes quick
The Nike tick got everyone in a tight grip
A clenched fist
Defenseless tense kids turn henchmen to deathwish
I bleach it and when my freinds exit my bedsit I buil a next spliff
Mute News 24 to escape the madness
And wake up travelling on snakes and ladders
Grappling with knaves and blaggers
Bandits with blades and daggers
Taggers, Jack-the-lads getting blazed and bladdered
Same and standard
Vagrants with organ damage, worn and ragged
Their clothes all torn and tattered
It's the warzone
It's reporters are causing panic
Phone taps crackle with distortion to static
White collar hackers up tapping on laptops
Good cops, bad cops
Bankrupt gangboss
Smashing the padlock on his stash box
Contraband cash crops and crooks that cook crack rocks
Drunks gather at the back of kebab shops to shot beer
Knock-off brand names and hot gear

Klashnekoff

Who's gonna tell the truth to the youths?
Will it be you?
Will it be me?
Or will you leave it to the schools to install twisted rules?
Maybe your confused, perspective of views
But all I see is bare youths killing youths for the love of the loot
It's like Beirut, mini barettas and vendettas
Part time dappers
Aya Napa slappers tryin'a catch us
But can't trap us
Little schemers attracted to cash and chaps with chapparitas
Sending chaps to come and cap you in your Beemers
Friends turned demons
Trapped behind bars for twelve seasons, while his baby-mother cries freedom
Dreaming of the day she can flee from the region and begin again like Eden
Escape Babylon and leave behind the demons
Dodgy dealings
Crack fanatics feinin'
Fed's screwing
They're brewing, can't keep tabs on what I'm doing
Take ten taxi cabs just to keep them off track
Lone wolf on my jacks, roam road like a ridgeback
Shabby chap, I walk aggy with a hunchback
Feeling insecure with my thoughts

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