Lost in Space - Pitch 92, Jehst, Confucius MC

Awaking

Still dreaming away

So what’s on the cards?

Gypsies reading my palms

Christians deep in the psalms

Oh, Lord

Shit’s so hard

Your mans used to work with his hands

Now he’s picking up arms

Get you more than a slap on the wrist

That’s the risk

You ain’t the star type, that’s an asterisk

I’m more like Hunter S on an acid trip

I’ve got your number, yes

I’m sinking your battleship

Get to paddling

You spit a dart, I spit a javelin

It’s the Holy Spirit that I’m channelling

You’re challenging the chaplain

I’m always changing and adapting

Now I’m at the table with the captain

Salt beef beigel in the napkin

Make a chap sing like Nat King

When she does that thing

Lauryn Hill

With her face on a dollar bill

Body built out of solid steel

I take my place where the scholars chill

Until then a classic case of

'If I don’t do it

Nobody will'

Not stopping still

Just reached John o' Groats

Ain’t had a proper meal since Forest Hill

The hunger’s real, this is not a game

Still I find I’m

Running through a maze like the Mockingjay

And I’m amazed to hear you mocking J

They’re hanging off my every word

Don’t give a fuck what you’ve got to say

With all these odds stacked up against you

What game you tryna play?

We’re lost in space, don’t watch no face

That won’t give me the time of day

Watch this space, he’s a basket case

The survey says, 'I'm insane'

Awaking

Still dreaming away

What’s on the cards?

A challenge, look beyond the mirage

The fine balance of song and dance

Perform well, adapt to the storm well

Because now everyday is like a passage from Orwell

Staring as the signal fades

Everyday is like the Crystal Maze

Chasing shiny paper for prizes

With a blissful face

But it’s all for fun

Yo, it’s one for all

But it’s very rarely all for one

You want that proper shit

That

Live from the land of false promises

The

The truth is on some 'hard to swallow' shit

Free as a swallow lives

The idea is yours till they borrow it

We dwell in the realm of the art

Where tomorrow lives

Thought becomes Flesh

Words manifest from the same essence

That gave the first man his test

With all these odds stacked up against you

What game you tryna play?

We’re lost in space, don’t watch no face

That won’t give me the time of day

Watch this space, he’s a basket case

The survey says, 'I'm insane'

Awaking still dreaming away

Awaking still dreaming away

Awaking still dreaming away