jehst – dlo takeover (freestyle) lyrics
my whole firm gully
you’re ferngully
been doing this for a minute
you can learn from me
on some noam chomsky
from the old country
first, they stole from me
now they go hungry
got a new jump off
and an old bungee
never mind nirvana
livin’ so grungy
imma old dog learning new tricks daily
you must be kidding me, clinically, i spit crazy
rubber room writer, that’s my new cipher
zircon, he rock beats, like a foo fighter
you’re a true biter
and i’m roy scheider
open your jaws wide
i scoop a tank in your mouth
blowing up inside ya
where’s the promoter with the f-cking rider?
william blake, you’re just another rhymer
in fact, really, you’re fake
stay chasing shadows
put it down with these paper arrows
listen, the way i spray the blah-blah par
raise the bar, way bizarre
suttin like har mar superstar
salute the 5-star general of rap
with the nuke proof suit
for the chemical attack
i stay strapped down to the prophylac
son, you know the tact
across the atlas they’re acting tapped
all for the cash and the plastic
really, it’s just some old amateur dramatics
a man such as myself
i’m trying to ascend
a birds-eye view of what life is on the ends
ironic how a fresh start is all we ask
the gypsy with the cards, it’s all written in the stars
old school from the blast mastercl-ss
learnt the discipline and mastered the craft
listen
that’s why i make them pay millions for the artwork
listening to marley marl’s work sipping a carlsberg
can’t hurt to try
can’t murk the hard working guy
he got the hi vis over the shirt and tie
get blinded by the shine, best avert your eye
skirting by in the german ride serving sherb or kay
i don’t know why they put my portrait in the serpentine
at the same time, they doused your effigy in turpentine
my plans are watertight, the paperwork is certified
you smoke the walter white, but i prefer to herbalise
like ollie teeba
a whole lot of cheeba
movin’ like sonny chiba in karate kiba
this sativa is specifically the piff
and i live on cloud 9
‘cos i’m lifted off the spliff
superman, it’s the man, it’s the myth
little f-ckboy tried to pop a shot—but he missed!
bow down, kiss the pen!
these mcs are hopeless
they had more personas than mr benn
in fact, more personalities than mr. men
time to go back to the drawing board and begin again
i twist the leng and get my mind right
it’s equivalent of bringing a skeng
to a knife fight
no time for the game, only the highlights
your life flying by in a flash like it was sci-fi
i sign my name in cement
and let it set there
that’s how it’s unfolding, for sure, like a deckchair
whenever [?] rolling the raw
a breath of fresh air
i’m high in the society
the fresh prince of bel-air
who left fresh prints on the silverware
still i stare right through a dude, like you ain’t even there
only god can judge me
she don’t seem to care!
del boy and rodney, ‘next year i’ll be a mwillionaire!’
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