JEHST - Run Hard lyrics

rate me

It's the million militant picture paintin, quick debatin'

I hit terrain my trainers grip the pavin'

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)

Pass 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, fuck 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 butterfly 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 death 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 death 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 shit

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 shit

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