"Battling me? That'd be an embarrassing mistake
Like promoters who don't get the "H" in the right place
My mic stays in close range, I travel the low plains
But drift on a high like cocaine
Exchange words with the man with no name
Inspectors, throwing up letters on the ghost train
I rotate, like old brakes on chrome plates
Hunched up, punching keys till my bones ache
I blow fakes outta the water, chucking harpoons...."
Nobody wields a pen like Jehst. You cannot fault him, Falling Down and Return of the Drifter are the two most perfectly put together albums I've ever heard from any genre. Production, lyrics, and delivery are all just too sick, 100% on point. Listen to City of Industry and tell me otherwise.
Calling him average compared to London Posse is like comparing council to chronic.