Jehst The Trilogy (Remix) (Featuring Chester P & Kyza) Lyrics

Chester P Hackenbush:
i spray walls so we can battle for the writers bench,
and fight against the odds like daniel in the lions den,
you bite my style- i'll cut your hands off and write with them,
don't breathe down my neck or i'll stop ya flow of nitrogen,
you said i'm nice blood? you'll have to say i'm nice again,
my ways are set like cement, swinging like a thousand spidermen,
hit so hard some rappers never write again, like a dried up pen,
so you just can't rely on them,
to step to me's to put your own legs in jeopardy,
you could walk a thousand miles and still not get next to me,
i'm so beyond it's only future that's ahead of me,
to battle me you'll need to travel to the next century,
i'm so high-up even mute people try to mention me,
my arts are sharp mentally, when i think you're meant to bleed,
i'm blackin' out cuz i haven't got the strength to see,
my hate's blind so i'm running dangerously on lengths of beef,
i'm old skool like a real pair of hippy's flares,
when i go to bed i cuddle up with a grizzly bear,
i move so fast most people ask is he there?
i leave now and by tomorrow i travel 50 years,
so if i was you i'd be pretty scared,
tryna buy a new set of pants cuz i know you're in a s___ty pair,
i spit bricks and build my own little city here,
while ya fallin' off like paul daniels' wiggy hair!

Kyza:
when i start rhymin' bare breddahs a start hidin,
my dark writing strikes many like charge lightnin',
sharp slicin' knives cut and then stick right in,
it's not a wise thing to start no arms fighting,
i might fling hundreds of blows and start wilin',
like right-wing n___ marchers who start violence,
my mind thinks the same way that einstein's did,
my IQ is higher than london car crime is,
i slide in inside of the thighs of a nice white slim
light skinned girl from behind and plot my tings,
i dive in, piping her slightly ripe tight minge,
i like when she tips on my c'cK! and starts ridin',
i fry fins of these sharks who like biting,
surprising them with more hundred and five types man,
their eyes widenin with the frightened child likeness,
some high-pitched siren screams when i'm sighted,
i buy drinks for some friday night high-jinks,
and try link some yatties by givin' em sly winks, [whistlin']
kindness lines my golden heart shining,
a high car mileage just to by time with,
i cry gems, s___ rubies and fart diamonds,
my style is rarer than priceless art findings,
i'm swiping iced rings and wetting up dry men,
with my pen, what my friend? alright then.

Jehst:
it's the return of the drifter; billy the kid,
contents under pressure i'm flippin' my lid,
so many rhymers are liars i'm sick of their fibs,
they're like focussed jokers that tickle my ribs,
thinkin' that they're hard-core they're more brittle than twigs,
i'm projectile spitting while you dribble on bibs,
i'm diggin' for hits givin' the middle finger to pigs,
bringin' that nasty stink that'll linger like cigs,
i sit in my crib glued to the telly,
no food in my belly, i'm losin' it tuned into Jerry,
but this is my final thought- right now it's time for war,
better decide if you're fightin' for a righteous cause,
like me an' my cyber force, we walk tall swing swords slay the minotaur,
i scrutinize rhymes 'til my eyes are sore,
we from the underground, raw like iron ore,
you'll get deafened by the lions roar,
i'm stompin' on primitive life forms like a dinosaur,
ridin' beside the four horsemen
i got my eye on, i'm high and i'm out for a small portion.

cuts: "the trilogy will be heard"