Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Magnum Force , by - Jehst. Song from the album Nuke Proof Suit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.04.2011
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
Magnum Force |
| (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? |