Vice City - Jehst

Chainmail wife-beater

Nuke Proof Suit

Under the weather, all weather, durags (One size fits all)

Word

Computer, engage!

I revolve around science

Peep how I hold the microphone appliance

Protection against the elements

Sci-fi violence live from the tenements

Venomous residents

Nightlife revellers

Hi-fis drown out the nightclub pestilence

You wake up and your pockets are penniless?

Go job centre, cuss about your benefits

I’m on the guest list

Swift with a next spliff

Bic scribble quick

That’s the pace that I’m living with

Technotronic and hydroponic chronic

For the third kaleidoscopic optic

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

As I travel at a breakneck speed

I can see neon lights shimmer of the rain drenched streets

Struggling to make ends meet

Night air’s thick with fragrance of blazing trees

The hum of TV’s raising seeds

Water the plants with the poison the media feeds

It’s just

Me and the beast

MPC on repeat

Talking to God trying to make my peace

In tomorrow’s world

Yesterday’s future

Searching for never land

Man and computer, unified

For the human parasite

Leap from the ledge in pursuit of paradise (Ahh!)

Suicidal decision

Religious fanaticism

I sit back with a back of issm

And strap that

Let my thoughts get abstract

Lead Zeppelin

I step heavy as an AT-AT

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

Yo, the chaos of my love is like fire from the belly of hell

The most tragic yet hilarious as hell

My skin crawls with an insect form of osmosis

A beautiful vision of human cockroaches

Job seekers, slackers

Suits and ties for their baby killers and mind-snatchers

Mind your manners

My manor’s madness

Mad chicks, sexually active man magnets

Mad Max shit

Back to the matrix

Plug in

Overload and start bugging

'Cause consciousness is a curse

It’s the reason we love, the reason love hurts

You see them lovebirds?

Nothing but a chicken and a rooster

I’m giving 'em a booster

The flower children

Lost in the cityscape

Build them a greenhouse

Let them facilitate

'Til then?

You ain’t putting nothing on my dinnerplate

Pussyhole breddas letting dickheads dictate

That’s something that I ain’t into mate

Kids wanna imitate a fake lifestyle that they simulate

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Cop that

Chop that

Bag it up

Shot that

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

Where’re we at?

Vice City (Vice City)

(Yo, yo, yo)