Jehst - Magnum Force lyrics
[Jehst - Magnum Force lyrics]
(Yes, 2005 reporting live from London town
We have jehst)
And it don't stop till your body drop
Pen like skeng letting off pepper shot
Make your body pop
Get napped with a bommy-knock
Clobbered with a cocktail
I spit out a Molotov
We ain't playing no games like Konny Kon
Five-side impact trapped in a polygon
Thoughts of a paragon another anthem
Another listener held for ransom
Another tough beat ugly as Marilyn Manson
Dirtier than Callahan's hand that
Held the handgun
It's the Magnum Force back to torch
Come out of your drum and
Get dropped on your porch
By the fist of the north blue-fire scorch
Tongue spit heat with the speed of a porsche
See me on a horse shield and a sword
Get skewered on my lance
With some black bean sauce
In other words that means war
Split personalities you need to
Bring a tag-team for
Get flinged to the floor pinned to the mat
Splat dropped from a four-floor flat
(yeah, now you see that's
What I'm talking about
But blud, you know what you need to do?
Take 'em up a level, yeah? Yeah)
Totally nuke proof the sniper on the roof
Elminate any spoof rapper in the booth
Just toy-town tagging the loos
I paint the masterpieces that
Hang in the Louvre it's new and improved
Rugged-never-smooth
High grade tune you can puff it in a zoot
Dude's fucking with the loot
We stuff them in the boot
My rap's upfront like cutting in the queue
Clean up like a bucket and a broom
Take a big bag of boom
And I bun it in my room i'll eclipse you
Son you're under the moon little Shih Tzu
Don't put me in a bad mood I'm a Pitbull
I've got you totally outsized, outright
I'll pull your insides outside
Leave you with a white-chalk outline
Too dark to see, but too bright to outshine
(Now see, that's what I call science
But, you know what, blud? The vortex is open
Games is over take 'em out here, blud)
You can't clash the colossus
Cyber-space bandit jack your e-commerce
No nonsense no conscience
Suicide-bomber in a Masonic conference
And I'm doing the same at pop concerts
Banned already and I only dropped one verse
Conversing with vermin a virgin
Heard the word 'Urban' and turned Dick Turpin
Turn your pockets out and I'm splurting
For certain
Pepper spray penetrate your curtain
I'm immersed in the skirmish
Roll with Gorgeous George
I hustle like Turkish
(Yes, yeah show some respect bitch!
It's the iguana jehst
What're you saying, blud? 2005)
We have jehst)
And it don't stop till your body drop
Pen like skeng letting off pepper shot
Make your body pop
Get napped with a bommy-knock
Clobbered with a cocktail
I spit out a Molotov
We ain't playing no games like Konny Kon
Five-side impact trapped in a polygon
Thoughts of a paragon another anthem
Another listener held for ransom
Another tough beat ugly as Marilyn Manson
Dirtier than Callahan's hand that
Held the handgun
It's the Magnum Force back to torch
Come out of your drum and
Get dropped on your porch
By the fist of the north blue-fire scorch
Tongue spit heat with the speed of a porsche
See me on a horse shield and a sword
Get skewered on my lance
With some black bean sauce
In other words that means war
Split personalities you need to
Bring a tag-team for
Get flinged to the floor pinned to the mat
Splat dropped from a four-floor flat
(yeah, now you see that's
What I'm talking about
But blud, you know what you need to do?
Take 'em up a level, yeah? Yeah)
Totally nuke proof the sniper on the roof
Elminate any spoof rapper in the booth
Just toy-town tagging the loos
I paint the masterpieces that
Hang in the Louvre it's new and improved
Rugged-never-smooth
High grade tune you can puff it in a zoot
Dude's fucking with the loot
We stuff them in the boot
My rap's upfront like cutting in the queue
Clean up like a bucket and a broom
Take a big bag of boom
And I bun it in my room i'll eclipse you
Son you're under the moon little Shih Tzu
Don't put me in a bad mood I'm a Pitbull
I've got you totally outsized, outright
I'll pull your insides outside
Leave you with a white-chalk outline
Too dark to see, but too bright to outshine
(Now see, that's what I call science
But, you know what, blud? The vortex is open
Games is over take 'em out here, blud)
You can't clash the colossus
Cyber-space bandit jack your e-commerce
No nonsense no conscience
Suicide-bomber in a Masonic conference
And I'm doing the same at pop concerts
Banned already and I only dropped one verse
Conversing with vermin a virgin
Heard the word 'Urban' and turned Dick Turpin
Turn your pockets out and I'm splurting
For certain
Pepper spray penetrate your curtain
I'm immersed in the skirmish
Roll with Gorgeous George
I hustle like Turkish
(Yes, yeah show some respect bitch!
It's the iguana jehst
What're you saying, blud? 2005)