Monotony (Ft. Asavior & Diablo) - Jehst, Diablo, Asavior

«You know there’s three kind of people in this world

That’s why I know that change has gotta come

I said there’s

There’s white people;

there’s black people;

and then there’s my people»

It’s the pure unadulterated hot shit

Liquid kiss of death, venomous toxic

Treacherous topic, cyanide scripts leave fools for dead men

I’m here to lock this

Down with the rage, you must fear me now

Walk the lands with the ground breaking sound

Travelling from town to town

Spitting slang while the 12 spins round and round

Receive a pound then we out and it’s homeward bound

Stating the page, obliterate pro’s and nouns

Blockades pave a way for these patent shakedowns

I’m done with the who, what, where’s and how’s

It’s the youth I’m saluting, it’s the knowledge I’ve found

Cascades from the age, I was born to make waves

Walk forty nights, forty days to get paid

It’s the pain I truncate to show you I care

Fumble with fear, fighting with the world but who cares?

Pardon me, but this monotony

Is killing off a part of me

It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially

I drop the nuclear letter bomb, pop the bottle of Evian

Now we got fans transfixed like planes at the Pentagon

Pen an epilogue for a cock with a semi-on, fuckin' with a demigod

Unleash the wrath of the renaissance

Elevate mind states to the next echelon

Save the children, grown men building

Women on our brains still blazin the chillum

I softly kill em' to the rhythm of life

Till the dark bring a vision of light

As I start grippin a mic and spittin a rhyme

It seems clichéd, DJ’s spinnin deep into the night

The day breaks, embrace the mayhem the AM creates

A grey place, rain on my face is acidic

Can’t take the basic pace of living

I’m lettin' Satan break my spirit

Dejaal winnin em 'over now

Overcrowded, pump the loudest sound to fill out the houses

The roof is on fire tonight

Can’t take it any higher tonight, right?

Pardon me but this monotony

Is killing off a part of me

It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially

These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry

But they can hardly see what I see

I spit saviour faire plus the timing’s sick

Feel the rush like a junkie s fix

Got my eyes on tits, mind on clit

Strive to make the timeless hits

While your boys write the lifeless scripts

Don’t take the piss, I’m totally bored

With your war stories, trust me son I seen 'em all before

What I explore is the deepest level of creativity

Minds combined in perfect synergy

The strain on your brain, you can’t get rid of me

I tackle terrain, it’s part of my history

I hustle in vain, Blair got a piece of me

I’m burning in hell, my words yearn sympathy

Faced with adversity, turn the TV

Burn the tree till my eyes turn burgundy

Third degree heat, keep the fire lit

Play my theme on invisible violins

A bouquet of barbed wire, seven sins

Hyacinths withered in an iron fist

Strict italist, twist the pure weed

Spit to raw beats, grey matter travels at warp speed

Greater than any before me

I force feed thoughts three courses, gourmet

Show weak minds the doorway

Step into a world of war games, face the warriors

Pardon me but this monotony

Is killing off a part of me

It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially

These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry

But they can hardly see what I see

I’m in the mainframe, blue flame blazin fuel

I ain’t afraid of fools, I was raised by wolves

Killer caveman painting walls

With the blood of his enemies, utilising my basic tools

In an age of pagan rule, turn the page

Amazing stories, going out in a blaze of fame and glory

Flames of furious anger, my form Manga

Walk with a panthers stride

Eye of the tiger, face to face

A leap of faith to complete the paper chase

Small change, slaves with more balls than brains

Ball and chain, angels that fall from grace

It’s all the same like tears in the falling rain

See her face, her voice as she calls my name

I wake up to the maze, concrete locked in a cage

Off key jotting on a page for praise

My soul plainly displayed in a case with my name engraved

For all to gaze and take pity

The last battle of the great city, the last pages of history