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Heltah Skeltah

Genres: Hip-Hop

Perfect Jab Lyrics - Heltah Skeltah

[rock] 

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 

Collect taxes, 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 *