Jehst - China Shop Taurus Lyrics

Nothin' out here, what
Negative forces force us to live lawless
Spit rawness
Nothing out here for us
Uh, uh, ain't no glamourisation...

Yo' yo' yo'
The sun sets over cityscape silhouettes
Bright lights flicker
Cigarette smoke pirouettes
It's the addictive kiss of death in effect
I'm a little stressed
Spittin' liquor breath introspect
Hot like triple X
Getting lost in the mixing desk
Sweat glistens like glitter-balls reflect
Recollect on the dreamscape
Escape the freebase infested police state
Teenage protesters riot in the heatwave
Fire in the streets
Place bets on the sweepstakes
Check how the greed shapes their mindsets
The beast clockin' like Timex
Flexin' their biceps

There's nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I'm like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus
There's nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I'm like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus

BNP berserkers bent on murders
Teens tagging for a sense of purpose
Streets is tense and nervous
So bait is bound to tempt the serpent's appetite
Parasite paradise
Po-lice patronise
Lappin' up a pack of lies
Macho guys
Turn hermaphrodite by candlelight
Still they wanna' scandalise mine
'Cause I spit rhyme
I'm tryin' to scrape the paper and escape
Quick-time
Get yours
Utilise your get out clause
Outlaws on course for the great outdoors
I'm way out like Cheech Wizard
Keepin' warm in the winter blizzard
Bangin' my head like Lynard Skynard
I'm havin nightmares
I'm naked in my groundfloor flat
Grippin a baseball bat
With the backdoor open to night-time predators
Crack heads high like heaven gone wrong
Watchin back street revellers
Revelation of the devils messed up messengers
Sin is effortless
Yet effecting us
In fact infecting us with disease
Beast inspecting
Expecting us to mess up
Muck up
Leave you bruck up
You'll get beaten the f*ck up and cuffed
Some even got snuffed
Others live on to puff another bag
And brag how they're mad tough
Man I've had enough
There's nothin out here for none of us

There's nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I'm like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus
There's nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I'm like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus

Post-modernist
Pre-apocalypse
Livin' in this rotten metropolis
Existing with broken homes, hearts and promises
Park bench politics
Soapbox soap-bar smokers acknowledge this novelist
The broke pocket economist
On a mission
Fists clenched for the opposition
Sittin' tight like Taliban in Tora Bora
The last stand
Now we're livin' in the land of the lost
And the age of Sodom and Gomorra
Divide and conquer
You're blocked by the border
Locked by the law and order
The war reporter walks streets
As the cycle of suicidal thoughts repeats
In the minds of the poor and meek
A meat market of morbid freaks
Freebase heads speak to inform the beast
A bleak picture
The cycle of war and peace is crazy vulgar
Sick as the kids that killed Damilola Taylor
And Jamie Bulger
My heart broken open and beating slower
The cold-blooded grow even colder
In a globe so rotten
Like teeth in cola
No hope of mending
A culture of violent endings pending
Our pens become government scapegoats
But no guns bust up my stage show
So yo it's like...

There's nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I'm like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus
There's nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I'm like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus
After chorus, after chorus, after chorus

Don't let them fool you
Don't let them pull the wool over your eyes
Don't believe this shit read between the lines...