[Jehst]

I spit Liquor Soaked Sentiments

lost in a scotch mist, tell 'em "don't watch this"

liver turned toxic, still I burn 'what's it,'

attracted to opposites, me and mans tight like Asterix and Obelix

operatists, livin' in the shadow lands, and I make grammar like Jangrow-van

we break bread and make moves for the Queen's head

with a king cobra strength, dedicated to goin' the length

man in motion, flowing through pens, I write rhymes with the potent

hybrid, my biro's the brother I confide in

findin' time to redesign his blueprint

Its only true crew that I move with

so if the shoe fits wear it, we grin and bear it

as mad crowds begin to spaz-out we begin to tear it

step it up like a stair-lift, shift in to top-gear

ready for a long year, more short stories, told in a matter of minutes

it's just the way that I had to begin it, I bring spirits of the scripture

finish off an incomplete image 'til I build up the bigger picture

I ride widescreen DVD clean with extra scenes

no opponent will ever get the best of me

I'm like the moment of ecstasy, the 'ear-gasm'

phenomenon no man can fathom, the phantasm, with

hell-fire for the grand-dragon, draggin' 'tag-alongs'

longin' for a ride on my band-wagon

treatin' rap like its blackjack or backgammon, its not a game and you lack talent

you're like a cat candid crack addict with a smack habit

hypnotised by my black magic

Mesmerized as it all adds up in a mathematical manner

build bars out of bad grammar

The sandman, I move minds in the moonlight; moonshine

sippin' shaped dreams out of moonbeam, project new nightmares against blue screens

The illusion of everyday routine moves me to meditate

I paint 'dream-scapes'

I spend late nights, ridin' to beat tapes these days;

doin' this for DJs and unemployed B-Boys, who enjoy permanent tea breaks

Teens doin' their GCSE re-takes, in an attempt to improve on their current situations

Degree students doin' their dissertations, brays and braids I owe dedications

Friends raisin' their babies, I raise up my Bailey's to toast you

I know the various emotions and moments of madness you

do through believe me

I bleed on the vinyl and CD.. 



My Dad.. (ha ha.. yeah)..  'RZA-razor', 'RZA-razor' sharp.. 

My Mum.. (love you Mum).. 

(yo) Yo, my sisters.. (Livy.. Lucy.. shout-outs to Abby).. 

My brothers from other mothers.. (Maggy!.. Fara!.. Ash!.. DJ Ideal!)

My YNR Fam.. (Cee-Why.. ).. The Low-Life Fam (Asaviour.. ).. 

CON Fam, Cloud-steppers.. (Evil Ed.. Braintax.. Mr. Parker.. )

You know who you are.. (Jango, Apollo.. )

It's dedicated to you.. (gorgeous george.. ).. without

further ado.. (extended playas.. ).. welcome to the

LP.. (.. Terra Firma!).. Fallin' Down.. 'bout to take you back

to the High-plains once more (all my Huddersfield

people.. One Love) Jehst!