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Jaeti

Jaeti is a contemporary musical artist whose genre is predominantly hip-hop. They are known for their unique vocal style and thought-provoking lyrics. Jaeti's music often delves into personal experiences and societal issues, combining catchy melodies with introspective storytelling. Their music has gained a significant following due to its authenticity and relatability. more »

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Jump the turnstile
Quarter past the world gone wild
Check the sundial
Or wait until the sun goes down
Lay the bass down
Addicted to that bass
Drum pound
It must be me now
Game of life
Turn the speed down
Go for the rebound
Redline headed d-town
Adjust the volume
Grab the dial
Turn the world down
Watch the whirlwind
Staring eye to eye
With the tornado
Watch the earth spin
Trade my pitchfork for a halo
The world's hallow
It's like a requiem of sorrow
Concerto of pain
Soaked in a forty bottle
I was trapped in the rain
Heroine for veins
Coke for nostrils
And liquor in liter bottles
Weed for black lips
Thin hips from bass trips
Crack the concrete foundation
Disrupt the platelets
Everybody's waiting
For the next high
On the subway
Watching as the world goes by
Passing you
Take downers
To counteract the speed
Ecstasy for me
Viagra for my grandfather's seed
Ridalin for my son
Fix the BD
Forget all that
I put my high inside the CD
So you can get release
Without the aid of a chemical
Stimulant
Drum kicks remind me
Of a ritual
Trivial minds
In these last days and times
Dope fiend tracks
And opium in nice smooth stacks
And Lines

Lines, Lines, Lines
Lines, Lines, Lines

Join the spectacle
Excited
Cause that's what's acceptable
Be a consumer
Throw your world in a receptive
Dodge the hellfire
Ride away on rims and tires
Be a hot boy
Or a be a light
To a world without joy
Be a hothead
Surrounded by Sodom's warlords
Be a blind man
Phony brave hearts
Who often throw swords
With words that kill dreams
That seem unattainable
Blacks stars shine
To the mind it's unexplainable
Guns are aim-able
And the streets don't even
Change a little
Where everything's for sale
If you can penetrate the mental
Where fiends smoke
And congressmen fly in the coke
And I get pulled over
But I ain't got a plane or a boat
Where hope is hopeless
And faith in God is unheard of
Peace is profanity
Pissing down
The pathways of love
Pissing me off
Often
I peek into the world
For a second
Then I slip
A sleeping pill in my mouth
And slide into
States of depression
I'm guessing
It's a blessing to be here
Be clear
We don't need beer
We don't need weed
You don't need me
Let me proceed
Up this narrow road
Tally ho
Here we go
In the cold
Get a fix
Function in spurts
Dealin' with hurts
Hand to mouth
Wrinkled with work
Defend the turf
Hop in the ride
Fill it wit skirts
Heart cold Soul sold
He don't feel when it hurts
Deafen the earth
Definition
Puttin in work
Gettin' Fast money
On the 15th and 1st
Fragrant bouquet
The finest fine pine
High times
Dope fiend tracks
And opium in nice smooth stacks
And Lines

Lines, Lines, Lines
Lines, Lines, Lines

En-ter the misery
LSD interrupt
Intravenously
Material snuff
Float through
White demons be
Double-teaming the
Immune system
Smoke your dentals
Don't recognize the composition
It's tough to be
Addicted to addiction
Fist fights with fierce friction
Result in penitentiary pumps
K-9 position
Hallways
Red eyes
Dilated pupils
Diet consists of Ramen noodles
With hair like wild poodles
All over the cranial
Buck shot
Aerial wide echo
American dream
Becomes unattainable
Violent fits
Masters of being slick
Who mastered
The art of the quick fix
Women turn quick tricks
Life in the ghetto is smoked out
Saggiest tits I ever seen
Was on a former
East Side prom queen
Many rose pedals
Sell their soul to the devil
As I pass
Staring at death in the aftermath
They get high
At last
Their face is covered with a mask
To blind their eyes
When life keeps passing 'em by
Slaves to the white brick
Ignite the night
Hit the centripetal pipe
Suck the pivotal dick
The mic slip
Spit individual spite
Snake strike
In vice with bright lights
Seeing through blank stares
Get your mind right
Words said by talking heads
Tell-lie-vision
When chemical lines kill minds
Info red target
Inner city markets
Government front men
Sell weight and trick off-ten
Off in your stash
Phoney friend types
With smoke for windpipes
Decrease peace to seek hypes
Within the hype
Smoke friends are joke friends
Chillin with cats
Who cool in your face
With the burner
Behind their back
Snack smoke
For the goat
Always
The greatest of all times
Rockin' dope fiend tracks
And opium in nice smooth stacks
And Lines

Lines, Lines, Lines
Lines, Lines, Lines

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