Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dynamite Sound , by - Jehst. Song from the album Dynamite Sound/Psychedelic Phlegm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.09.2010
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
Dynamite Sound |
| Bruce Dickinson: Easy, guys. |
| I put my pants on just like the rest of you -- |
| one leg at a time. |
| Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records. |
| Alright, here we go.) |
| It’s the illest in the known universe |
| About to burst |
| I make a dead man jump up out the hearse |
| When I spout the verse |
| The man behind the red eyes glowing inside the cloud of herb |
| Yeah, we’re about to blaze |
| I’m a |
| Fire hazard in a crowded place |
| I’m a |
| Bio hazard straight out of the lab |
| My life battling |
| Trapped in a barrel of crabs |
| The rap lobster |
| I stay red like that |
| The monster, rip off your head like that |
| Then I head right back to location X |
| I got ecstasy pills and a crate of Becks |
| I got MDMA at the end of the day |
| When the moon turns black and I enter the stage |
| A4 venting the rage |
| Like guman empty the gauge |
| I tend to the page |
| The pen mightier than the blade |
| I might be mistaken |
| But I stay writing away |
| I’m the iceberg melting |
| You’re riding my wave |
| Fire make primates hide in the cave |
| Try test Jehst with the mind of an ape? |
| Nah, I’m at the next evolutionary |
| Very revolutionary stage |
| You could get buried in the grave |
| With a grave weight heavy on my brain |
| (You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound |
| You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound.) |
| You might see me in khaki fatigues and a green T |
| Sipping on green tea |
| Smoking the green tree |
| Putting my puma through the TV |
| In disgust |
| Pull out the breakbeats |
| Blow off the dust |
| Cess blow in the gust |
| Flow off the top like breast milk fresh from the bust |
| I got a spot like lust |
| Plus |
| I’m using my loaf for earning a crust |
| Burning the buds |
| Slurring and drunk |
| On street |
| Scraping the curb with my dunks |
| Cursing the government |
| Serving the skunk |
| Working the words for the worth of the drums |
| Mainly concerned with the funds |
| Like a first time father faced with the birth of a son |
| I’m like a bullet just burst from a gun |
| Hellfire turning the Earth to a Sun |
| Everything bun |
| Everything done |
| Lion in the jungle |
| Everything run! |
| Elephant stampeding through your precint |
| Old school in a tracksuit and a sheep skin |
| Stomping out these weaklings |
| Anne Robinson saying, 'Goodbye,' to the weak links |
| It’s a week in the life of Billy Brimstone |
| Dope beats for your iPod |
| (You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound |
| You have got, what appears to be, a dynamite sound.) |
| (Eric Bloom: Stop! Um, Bruce, could you come in here for a minute, please? |
| Bruce Dickinson: That… that was gonna be a great track. |
| Guys, what’s the deal? |
| Eric Bloom: Uh, are you sure that was sounding okay? |
| Bruce Dickinson: I’ll be honest. |
| fellas, it was sounding great. |
| But. |
| I could’ve used a little more cowbell.) |