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Title: High
Plans Anthem Artist: Jehst Label: Low Life Year: 2001 Release: The High Plains Drifter |
Last Modified:
28th December 2002 Transcribed by: Master Kush Co ntact: a.purves@ex.ac.uk Artist Discography |
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Intro: Here we go, Yeah, you may have heard about the gangster of love and the space cowboy but I'm gonna rip a gat on you now, had more than trouble, trials and tribulations... [Braintax: It doesn't stop now... Its the High Plans Drifter, Its the High Plans Drifter, Its the High Plans Drifter..... Yo...] I walked in the saloon at high noon the moonshine sipper spit a new rhyme til it's asta la vista the king blue twister, smash ya transistor it's the high plains drifter the had to resist the sickness of the city like I'm sat by da river a packet a rizla an' a flask fulla liquor make the low crews ask who's the masked figure fill the page with the pains of scenes ya can't picture the last heavy hitter, so many consider me to be very bitter switchin up mad deliveries stitchin up my injuries, 'n flippin imagery mixin toxins til I'm lost in the synergy, drown in my misery, a man a mystery I stand in da blisterin heat as the epitomy of da anti-hero, tippin ma stetson space-cowboy I drink whiskey wiv George Jetson, 2001 a space western, quick on the draw bring the war to ya section blood sport veteran, contraband cargo the lone desperado rolled in to largo Cuts [DJ Ideal] Travelling through the mind... One time x4 I ride with lost peasants hot steppin across deserts lettin the dust settle for sheep who want shepherds yeah I ruck sessions with unorthodox methods the messenger ready for death when god beckons on front-lines worldwide kids have got weapons and grey skies hide sunshine from the heavens I'm threatened by the 7 sins of my species I don't need TV I read tea leaves smoke da peace pipe in the chief's tepee I speak freely the 3D graffiti writer it's kinda like the new easy rider more bad apples in the crew than cheap cider I breath fire the propane flame thrower man of thought for this hostile take over I play poker faced, hold the ace tucked up my sleeve leave ya mouth with a sour taste that's just how I play the game nowadays apologies to the crowd I'm an hour late [Braintax: yeah yeah yeah...] Cuts [DJ Ideal] Travelling through the mind... battlin me [Jehst], that'd be an embarrassin mistake like promoters who don't get the 'h' in the right place my mic stays in close range I travel the low plains but drift on a high like cocaine exchange words with the man with no name, inspectors throwin up letters on the ghost train I rotate like old breaks on chrome plates hunched up punchin keys til my bones ache I blow fakes out the water chuckin harpoons you can't move runnin on the spot like a cartoon leavin a trail of destruction when I pass through the drunk fool fightin off demons with a bar stool screamin: Jah rule my instincts are carnal the dirty rascal or the king o the castle I'm partial to both titles the soldiers quotin the bible holdin my rifle to false idols I love the crackle on the old vinyl and rough break loops I make moves from my HQ I stay true to the ancient ways the herbalist kerb surfer ridin pavement waves!... Cuts [DJ Ideal] Travelling through the mind... One time x3 Cuts [DJ Ideal] One time (to end) | |||
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