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Give It Here

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Give It Here was released on January 10, 2003 by Low Life Records as a part of the album Falling Down

Song Details

AlbumFalling Down

Release DateJanuary 10, 2003

LabelLow Life Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jehst

Lead Vocals

Lewis Parker

Turntables

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Lewis Parker

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, you know the saga

Merciless times

Dago mentality

Expansive right now, you understand

No longer stands, yeah

While most man speak, I meditate up in the mountain peaks

In Mozambique, where I chose to count sheep

Until I rose from my sleep, an incomplete stranger

Creation of my mother's nature

She didn't cater, but fuck it I don't cater

I'm driven by the danger, you're just a digi-passenger

Who sends death threats while I massacre your messenger

Too many of you black males maneuver like scavenger

Jockos and Jekylls try to assassinate my character

There's snakes and ladders that deceive

Try to lead me to believe in nothing

I'm surfing on the surface of suffering, slowly suffocating

Heart's caved in and gaping, seeking refuge and salvation

But there's no safe haven, from this wickedness

I still won't forget that Kris Tinch still exists

Like looking through my son and seeing a reflection of vividness

It's like this of a father, reminded mums of me

While my circle circulate and elevate, that's elementary

My dear Watson, my dear father you're far from gone

And further away from being forgotten, I've not forgotten

That foundation starts at rock bottom

Where brothers hearts are dark and rotten like what

Like Dot Cotton's gums

Come in your drum, lock, stock and two smoking guns

I cross lines in society, boundaries I break down

Analyze your status, the convicted factor shakedown

Find a new ground to work on, always live in the person

LP drop another sky excursion

Without wings, I watch the world from a bird view

Champion of light, sunshine styles can burn you

It stays hot, I figure your plot like Dick Tracy

Fakes making snake moves and getting paid off those flaky

Styles, safety in the wild, case be miles

But your facety smiles is laughing at zilch

Get exposed like Scottish mans in kilts

Feel the wind blow, see you haven't got the info

So your innuendo means nothing law

See the fronting keeps you caught, dropping signs like chalk

On blackboards, it's all musical actors

Getting in through backdoors, playing characters of themself

In the sky I'm spiritually stealth, illuminous like felt tips

Man's world is selfish, get a hell wish on credit

Hold it up with a classic cut like Brian Bennett

Direct through your senate, get a break and make a gem with it

Beats all day, you know my program

Ill on the slow jam, with dynamic styles like Oram

Flicking ash in the coke can, thinking 'bout the next move

Hooking up the next groove, it's strictly science in the method

Fuck around with ground rules and see those ties get severed

I'll be doing this 'til I'm ragged and aged with varicose veins

Live long and prosper while amateurs fade

With Klingon ways, we bring on brays

Who ask the Lord to forgive them for their sins on stage

Or stay home putting ink on page after page

There's no end to the masquerade

You bend the bars of the cage but you can't escape

Your brain trapped in the part you were cast to play

The same plot, the same genre, the same drama

The same blood stained paper you chase after

I play the game like a snake charmer

I aim to train harder, I eat hearty but stay marga

More rowdy than squaddies on the lager

But you'll probably scarper, from bobbies in body armour

And if you're smart you'll tuck in your chain

'Cause nothing has changed, you can get mugged on this rugged terrain

I'm running the plains barefoot, hunting some game

J. Star the Drifter, we're one and the same

Smoke screens burn up, they can't cover the flame

I stay first class, top of the range

Even if the topic is strange, I spit a philosophical phrase

At your mockery of Hip Hop and comical ways

And when you feel my phenomenal rage

You'll be suffering abdominal pains

Lost in this impossible maze

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