| 歌曲 | Perfect Jab |
| 歌手 | Heltah Skeltah |
| 专辑 | Magnum Force (Int'l Only) (Explicit) |
| 作曲 : Bush | |
| Yo word up man | |
| Word up man, it's a lot of niggaz out there | |
| Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit | |
| I know we magnum force, and all of that | |
| We run with o.g.c.'s n shit | |
| We'll fuck your ass up too, word up | |
| Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals perfect jab | |
| Word is bond | |
| This whole shit's played, like jordache and sassoon | |
| Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like baboons | |
| Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang | |
| To your equilibrium, you're physically dismantled | |
| [supreme] | |
| Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted | |
| Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches | |
| To let tactics, knock the world off it's axis | |
| Supreme mean the lastest level, you can't pass this | |
| [rock] | |
| We'll tell them hold this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss | |
| On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish | |
| Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some | |
| For your glass jaw, bloody mary's ain't that bad son | |
| Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come | |
| When i get to snuffin bwoy you'll wish you had a gun | |
| Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who says who | |
| Get hurt next, suplexin all of you ? | |
| [supreme] | |
| You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma hunter like a fonzo | |
| Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo | |
| Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed duke | |
| If you can't stand the rain you better wear a poncho | |
| Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes | |
| Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke | |
| Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy | |
| When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye | |
| [rock] | |
| Alright alright alright, maybe i'm not the best, but i'm one of em | |
| See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em | |
| [supreme] | |
| Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement | |
| I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the four-fifths | |
| [rock] | |
| Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha | |
| And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one | |
| Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler | |
| Stagger a devil sayin, "go the fuck back to africa" | |
| [supreme] | |
| It's the per-fect jab (jab) at last (last) | |
| I break dudes in half (half) | |
| Get splashed on your staff, if you don't know the math | |
| (call em perfect) | |
| I bring shit they can't fathom, sent to hurt shit | |
| It ain't worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em | |
| Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script | |
| It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this | |
| (that boy bad, that boy bad!) | |
| But now we out to bring em back terror, i'm bout cheddar | |
| (hah!) they call me mr. perfect | |
| Cause i'm, simply without error (per-fect-o) | |
| You couldn't weather my endeavor, i'm too clever | |
| Don't ever bring it to my square queer you know better | |
| And if you creep up (what?) prepare to meet the grim reaper | |
| Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up | |
| [rock] | |
| Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan call me rock-ola | |
| Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola | |
| Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough | |
| But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what? | |
| I may just take you over, my wager's | |
| To get your face or your nose bloodied, what? | |
| The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck around | |
| Burn caps like my name like was coca-cola | |
| Wait up hold up! don't make a, nigga roll up | |
| Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of | |
| Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya | |
| Do your dirty m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah | |
| [supreme] | |
| I'm rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues | |
| Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two's | |
| You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf | |
| Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i'm goin off | |
| [rock] | |
| You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely | |
| My theory is, can't none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me | |
| Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it's his fault | |
| He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab | |
| Motherfuckers! | |
| Word up nigga, we'll knock you straight the fuck out | |
| All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act like y'all want it | |
| Y'all gonna get it nigga, word up | |
| Hah, this is the perfect jab | |
| Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad | |
| Hah, this is the perfect jab | |
| Step to this boy you better curse your dad | |
| Don't be fuckin with this here, perfect jab | |
| You better curse your dad | |
| Worst luck you ever had | |
| Times that times four, triple that like r's | |
| And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from here to there | |
| Word is bon jovi, heh | |
| We will fuck you up, word up | |
| M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!! | |
| * various talk fades into skit * |
| zuò qǔ : Bush | |
| Yo word up man | |
| Word up man, it' s a lot of niggaz out there | |
| Niggaz pullin gats and all that shit | |
| I know we magnum force, and all of that | |
| We run with o. g. c.' s n shit | |
| We' ll fuck your ass up too, word up | |
| Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals perfect jab | |
| Word is bond | |
| This whole shit' s played, like jordache and sassoon | |
| Sue me it' s time, that y' all ass out like baboons | |
| Or me with no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang | |
| To your equilibrium, you' re physically dismantled | |
| supreme | |
| Batten down the hatches, i mastered this flow i crafted | |
| Beyond sight, comin out fights with no scratches | |
| To let tactics, knock the world off it' s axis | |
| Supreme mean the lastest level, you can' t pass this | |
| rock | |
| We' ll tell them hold this, heatseekin fist' ll never miss | |
| On impact, set to knock shit out the devilish | |
| Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can have some | |
| For your glass jaw, bloody mary' s ain' t that bad son | |
| Jab' s a one man riot starter, tell your dad to come | |
| When i get to snuffin bwoy you' ll wish you had a gun | |
| Havin fun yet? mr. perfect' s the one who says who | |
| Get hurt next, suplexin all of you ? | |
| supreme | |
| You got nowhere to run ta, i' ma hunter like a fonzo | |
| Smoke you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo | |
| Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain' t nuttin changed duke | |
| If you can' t stand the rain you better wear a poncho | |
| Run through your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes | |
| Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops duke | |
| Supreme is not your, ordinary type of guy | |
| When i get hyper, i burn that ass like all types of lye | |
| rock | |
| Alright alright alright, maybe i' m not the best, but i' m one of em | |
| See these wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em | |
| supreme | |
| Cause we runnin em, back to they blocks for reinforcement | |
| I stay flossin, you bring your crew i bring the fourfifths | |
| rock | |
| Known to jab, cause i move like a rook straight at cha | |
| And drop mad niggaz with one punch, usually that one | |
| Left to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler | |
| Stagger a devil sayin, " go the fuck back to africa" | |
| supreme | |
| It' s the perfect jab jab at last last | |
| I break dudes in half half | |
| Get splashed on your staff, if you don' t know the math | |
| call em perfect | |
| I bring shit they can' t fathom, sent to hurt shit | |
| It ain' t worth it, bummy jab sent to dab em | |
| Since the days of adam, befo' eve flipped the script | |
| It was predicted, for me to bring some shit like this | |
| that boy bad, that boy bad! | |
| But now we out to bring em back terror, i' m bout cheddar | |
| hah! they call me mr. perfect | |
| Cause i' m, simply without error perfecto | |
| You couldn' t weather my endeavor, i' m too clever | |
| Don' t ever bring it to my square queer you know better | |
| And if you creep up what? prepare to meet the grim reaper | |
| Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up | |
| rock | |
| Oh, oh, oh, b. t. j.' s call me balboa, swan call me rockola | |
| Hold the fort down, reach out and punch somethin like a motorola | |
| Own a pager, bonus how i call the paper, you make all the dough | |
| But anyway i slay a boa anyday, you know what? | |
| I may just take you over, my wager' s | |
| To get your face or your nose bloodied, what? | |
| The roto, ck ya show ya greater, don' t fuck around | |
| Burn caps like my name like was cocacola | |
| Wait up hold up! don' t make a, nigga roll up | |
| Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a taste of | |
| Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, slow up i hate ya | |
| Do your dirty m. p. now stands for make' em pay brah | |
| supreme | |
| I' m rude, abuse dudes that come late on they dues | |
| Bring bad news like a baby in they terrible two' s | |
| You did what to who? youse estoria like the waldorf | |
| Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums like i' m goin off | |
| rock | |
| You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another angle completely | |
| My theory is, can' t none of y' all faggot niggaz beat me | |
| Get snuffed so stupid you may curse your dad, it' s his fault | |
| He shoulda warned you bout the perfect jab | |
| Motherfuckers! | |
| Word up nigga, we' ll knock you straight the fuck out | |
| All y' all niggaz, all y' all niggaz who act like y' all want it | |
| Y' all gonna get it nigga, word up | |
| Hah, this is the perfect jab | |
| Fuck with this boy you better curse your dad | |
| Hah, this is the perfect jab | |
| Step to this boy you better curse your dad | |
| Don' t be fuckin with this here, perfect jab | |
| You better curse your dad | |
| Worst luck you ever had | |
| Times that times four, triple that like r' s | |
| And we form a square and whoop your monkeyass from here to there | |
| Word is bon jovi, heh | |
| We will fuck you up, word up | |
| M. f. c. for life!! for life!! | |
| various talk fades into skit |