Magnum Force - Jehst

(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?