Give it Here (Featuring Klashnekoff & Lewis Parker) - Jehst, Klashnekoff, Lewis Parker

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 fuck it I don’t cater

I’m driven by the danger

You’re just a digi passenger

Who sends death threats while I massacre your messenger

Too many of you black males manouvre like scavanger

Jankrows and jackals tryin' to assassinate 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

I cross lines society, boundaries I break down

Analyse 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 classic 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

Fuck around with ground rules and see those ties get severed

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 class 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