Nightbreed - Jehst, Kyza, Klashnekoff

Ricochet Klashnekoff

Night time, night breed, night survival

Keep your head low

On the front line trenches, cmon

Night time vultures hidden in the dark of the shadows

Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows

Tools in my hand cause I’m parrow

Prang cause I’ve seen many man get hanged from the gallows

Out there man’ll teef the wheels off your barrow

Deep things happen when people think shallow

Jail birds trapped in a cell doing a sparrow

Raggo, enough to put a spark in ya marrow

Street thieves dip in a wallet fi tek a man’s dough

Plans so nippy you won’t see where their hands go

Man toast liquor and drink it over man’s ghost

Jankrows

Perching right on top of the lampposts

Tramps hold

Paper bags with a Tennants

Drunk breddas stumbling home totally redders

Foreign beggars

Seek change, heavily preggers

Fellas getting wet up for their Avirex leathers

As I roam in the street

My arms and my shoulders are weak

And pain flows through the soles of my feet

And a place called home isn’t sweet

Coppers watch you like Jones on the beat

With cold stares

Full of frozen deceit

I wonder what they hope to achieve

By grabbing me up by coat and my sleeve

People chat my name quoting my speech

My mind flows so when I dream

And I can hear myself moan in my sleep

Cult followers

Showing no tolerance for foreigners

They’re lost in the lies

And sick pride of the swastika

Hard cases

Racist scar faces

Filled with dark hatred

Looking for arms

Blatant

Half my spars blaze

My marge is half sane

My fathers last name

Was bastard pass blame

To ease my hearts pain

I chant and start praying

To calm the fast flames

That mark the last days

In the dead pool of deep black sirens

Penetrate the silence

Blinding lights shining

Dilate the iris

Drivers shot hybrids

And clock mileage

Deep in the dawn

Light heavy on the eyelids

Bevy by my side, I write this

Pennies on my mind, I might switch

High like I’m probably psychic

Twisting up quality thai stick

Ital visions of the dominant mind trick

Eyes on the hourglass

Watching the time slip

Poverty strikes quick

The Nike tick

Got everyone in a tight grip

A clenched fist

Defenseless

Tense kids turn henchmen to deathwish

I bleach it

And when my freinds exit my bedsit I buil' a next spliff

Mute News 24 to escape the madness

And wake up travelling on snakes and ladders

Grappling with knaves and blaggers

Bandits with blades and daggers

Taggers, Jack-the-lads getting blazed and bladdered

Same as standard

Vagrants with organ damage

Worn and ragged

Their clothes all torn and tattered

It’s the war zone

It’s reporters are causing panic

Phone taps crackle with distortion to static

White collar hackers up

Tapping on laptops

Good cops

Bad cops

Bankrupt gang boss

Smashing the padlocks on his stash box

Contraband cash crops

And crooks that cook crack rocks

Drunks gather at the back of kebab shops to shot beer

Knock-off brand names

And hot gear

Who’s gonna tell the truth to the youths?

Will it be you?

Will it be me?

Or will you leave it to the schools

To instill twisted rules?

Maybe your confused

Perspective of views

But all I see

Is bare youths killing youths for the love of the loot

It’s like Beirut

Mini Berettas and vendettas

Part time dappers

Ayia Napa slappers tryin’a catch us

But can’t trap us

Little schemers

Attracted to cash and chaps with chapparitas

Sending chaps to come and cap you in your Beemers

Friends turned demons

Trapped behind bars for twelve seasons

While his baby-mother cries freedom

Dreaming of the day she can flee from the region

And begin again like Eden

Escape Babylon and leave behind the demons

Dodgy dealings

Crack fanatics fienin'

Fed’s screwing

They’re brewing

Can’t keep tabs on what I’m doing

Take ten taxi cabs just to keep them off track

Lone wolf on my jacks, roam road like a ridgeback

Shabby chap, I walk aggy with a hunchback

Feeling insecure with my thoughts impure

This city’s sick like disease and it can’t be cured

Top dogs say the word and have you killed from abroad

I bring fire for you fassies and battyman Barrymore’s

No remorse

Bareback, I ride rythm like horse

Strike, I attack your source like Delta Force

Many say I’m too coarse

But of course

Life’s harsh

Living in a manor with mans with no regards

And no regrets

Top shotters and skets

As times advance past I slowly regress

Exhale stress to get tings off my chest

Put my heart into the rhyme for the heads

Nuff said

Nuff dead

Nuff bled

Nuff fled

The few that remained

Their brain’s stained with the bloodshed

I play the edge

And stay nippy like 'peds

And blaze ziggy on the regs

Knowing to myself that it’s keeping me suppressed (so suppressed!)

Plus

My dad blazed 'til his lungs were deprived of breath

Yo I walk the same path

Following his footsteps

Trapped in the quest for the physical flesh

I digest food for thought from the biblical text

Because all Jah Jah bless, may no pussy test

Klashnekoff

Kyza

And Jehst