Jehst High Plains Anthem Lyrics

Intro:
Here we go,
Yeah, you may have heard about the gangster of love and the s___e 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
s___e-cowboy I drink whiskey wiv George Jetson,
2001 a s___e western,
quick on the draw bring the war to ya section
blood sport veteran,
contraband cargo
the lone desperado rolled in to largo

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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...]
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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 t__les 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!...

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