Kyza - Nightbreed lyrics

Usmaan Intro - Yeah, Jehst , the drifter Kyza (Smirnoff) Ricochet Klashnekoff Night time, night breed, night survival Keep your head low On the front line trenches, cmon 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 Man toast liquor and drink it over man's ghost 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 ba*tard Pa** blame To ease my hearts pain I chant and start praying To calm the fast flames that mark the last days Jehst In the dead pool of deep 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 hourgla** 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 d**hwish 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 k**ing 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 impure This city's sick like disease and it can't be cured Top dogs say the word and have you k**ed from abroad I bring fire for you fa**ies and battyman Barrymore's No remores Bareback I ride rythm like a horse Strike, I attack your source like Dettol force Many say I'm too coarse but of course life's harsh Living in a manor with mans with no regards And no regrets, top shotters and skets As times advance past I slowly regress Exhale stress to get things off my chest Put my heart into the rhyme for the heads, nuff said Nuff dead, nuff bled, nuff fled The few that remained, their brain's stained with the bloodshed I play the edge and stay nippy like 'peds And blaze ziggy on the regs Knowing to myself that it's keeping me supressed (So Supressed!) Plus my dad blazed 'til his lungs where deprived of breath Yo I walk the same path following his footsteps Trapped in the quest for the physical flesh I dijest food for thought from the biblical text Because all Jah Jah bless, may no p**y test Klashnekoff Kyza and Jehst