Jehst - Run Hard lyrics

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Jehst - Run Hard lyrics

It's the million militant picture paintin, quick debatin' I hit terrain my trainers grip the pavement 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 (travel unchartered paths) Pa** 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, f** 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 ('nuff strife) Queens sellin' themselves at cut price Open like bu*terfly 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 by Usmaan) Hybrid fiends dominate your TV screens Diablo's, near d**h 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 d**h fiasco's RUN HARD Keep your worst thoughts on charge Towards the mirage RUN HARD 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 RUN HARD