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Title:
Run Hard Artist: Jehst (W.Shields, U.Qureshi) Label: Low Life Copyright: High Plains Music Year: 2003 Release: Falling Down |
Last Modified:
22nd December 2003 Transcribed by: W. Shields Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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It s the million militant picture painting So quit debating I hit terrain my trainers grip the paving 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 abattoirs Avant-garde rappers are ready for champagne and caviar I stay camouflaged armed with a travel-card Travel uncharted paths Pass the parcel I m partial to parsley Pu|n like Bob Marley Charged without Charlie Chalk the score up Babylon upon us better board the door up Dance floors are torn up We re touring 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 I m sick in the worst way Wasting away waiting 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 selling themselves at cut price Open like butterfly knives It s not nice I rock mics Duppy put rock in their pipes Deprived puppies keep barking Blockin my light Yap yappin at my ankles I worked so many angles So my jeans jangle like bangles I manhandle ample stress Spark bless Then I blow out the candles Sweet dreams Hybrid fiends dominate your TV screens Diablo s near death fiascos 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 fiascos RUN HARD Keep your worst thoughts on charge Towards the mirage RUN HARD J Star spit for catharsis Me and Dr Who builin 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 hardheads 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 hanging off of my arse shit I spit arsenic If you re asking the wrong questions In the studio for long sessions Stressed out bout 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 smoking a cone Stoned approaching in a Trojan horse With a hundred heads from up north Negative and nuff coarse of course Forcefully storming your fort The rebel with a cause with no pause for thought It s war!
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