Klashnekoff - Give It Here lyrics

[Verse 1: Klashnekoff] While most mans speak I meditate up in the mountain peaks of Mozambique Where I choose to count sheep until I rose from my sleep An incomplete stranger creation of my mothers nature She didn't cater, but f** it I don't cater I'm driven by the danger You're just a digi pa**enger Who sends d**h threats while I ma**acre your messenger Too many of you black males manouvre like scavanger Jankrows and jackals tryin' to a**a**inate my character The snakes and ladders that deceive Try to lead me to believe in nothing I'm surfing on the surface of suffering Slowly suffocating, hearts caved in and gave in Seeking refuge and salvation but there's no safe haven From this wickedness but still won't forget that criss tings still exist Like looking through my son and seeing the reflection and vividness His likeless of my father, reminding mums of me While my circle circulate and elevate That's elementary my dear Watson My dear father you're far from gone and further away from being forgotten I've not forgotten that foundations start at rock bottom Where breddahs hearts are dark and rotten Like what? Like Dot Cottons gums Come in your drum, lock, stock and two smokin' guns [Verse 2: Lewis Parker] I cross lines society, boundaries I break down an*lyse your status, the conflicting factors shake down Find a new ground to work on Always live in the person LP drop another sky excursion Without wings I watch the world from a birds view Champion of light, sunshine styles can burn you It stays hot, I figure your plot like Dick Tracy Fakes makin' snake moves and getting paid of those flaky styles Safety in the wild, chase me miles But your feisty smiles is laughin at zilch Get exposed like Scottish mans in kilts Feel the wind blow, see you haven't got the info So your innuendo means nothing, nought See the frontin' keeps you caught Droppin science like chalk on blackboards It's all musical actors gettin' in through back doors Playin' caricatures of themself In the sky I'm spiritually stealth, illuminous like felt tips Mans world is selfish Get a hell wish on credit Hold it up with a cla**ic cut like Brian Bennett Direct through your senate Get a break and make a gem with it Beats all day, you know my program Ill on the slow jam with dynamic styles like Oram Flickin ash in a coke can Thinkin 'bout the next move Hookin up the next groove, it's strictly science in the method f** around with ground rules and see those ties get severed [Verse 3: Jehst] I'll be doin this until I m ragged and aged with varacous veins Live long and prosper while amateurs fade With Klingon ways we bring on brays Who ask the lord to forgive them for their sins on stage Or stay home puttin ink on page, after page (after page) There's no end to the masquerade You bend the bars of the cage but you can't escape Your brain trapped in the part you were cast to play The same plot, the same genre The same drama, the same blood stained paper you chase after I play the game like a snake charmer I aim to train harder I eat hearty but stay marga More rowdy than squaddies on the lager But you'll probably scarper from bobbies in body armour And if you're smart you'll tuck in your chain Cos nothin' has changed, you could get mugged on this rugged terrain I'm runnin' the plains barefoot hunting some game J-Star the Drifter, we're one and the same Smokescreens burn up they can't cover the flame I stay first cla** top of the range Even if the topic is strange I spit a philosophical phrase At your mockery of Hip Hop and comical ways And when you feel my phenomenal rage You'll be suffering abdominal pains Lost in this impossible maze