Vezfullstop - Repulsar Blast lyrics

Introduction : Welcome... Ha...! Defeat them with this... Chorus: Behold...! Repulsar blast (blast) the motherf**ing funk is back / it's come to pa** I want it bad a ton of cash and bucket hats / ImproPoe! You should rather bump the track let's run with that while others come something wack / you're like Repulsar, Repulsar Blast! (Ha) the motherf**ing funk is back / it's come to pa** I want it bad a ton of cash and bucket hats / ntwana why the nyara nyara tshwara bump this jam pump it mad / ha ba phapa o ba shapa ka Repulsar, Repulsar Blast! Verse 1 : What the underground knows the mainstream will realise they really juggled / went in both directions, ma**es seeing double / they can't tell we'll k** all Beefi pretty humble / I only got the swag look left till I go right you know, Kansas City Shuffle / I'm feeling Capo with way it travel / They'll later babble that animal been a hazard since the days of pharaoh / render the targeted infected dunny / As vexed as Sonny even members of parliament pay protection money / I want cake bro by the case loads / you can't escape the range throw real cans of tear gas till you KO'd / I'd get annoyed but luckily I'm pa**ed it / you probably will f** with me but how many will, jasis / I'll punch you with a one two thru the centre of planet I'm so specific / you'll come up for air shooting through the north Pacific / My ho's vindictive coz I hold the b**hes when I'm s'posed to hit it / dropping science that isn't known to physics Chorus : Behold...! Repulsar blast the motherf**ing funk is back / it's come to pa** I want it bad a ton of cash and bucket hats / You should rather bump the track let's run with that / while others come something wack you jumping back / and like Repulsar, Repulsar Blast! the motherf**ing funk is back / it's come to pa** I want it bad a ton of cash and bucket hats / ntwana why the nyara nyara tshwara bump this jam pump it mad / ha ba phapa o ba shapa ka Repulsar, Repulsar Blast Verse 2 : Well let him go fed him hope that deaden yo / he's getting bold poetic...? No Improper, you said it bro / they say my style is inspired by guys who died or should be retired / and that's fine that's why I was f**ing hired / I'm calling the court into order a baller / you're a Lord or a porter well I marauder rewarding the former / This is the Puma / the cowards despise the black cat the most powerful guy to kick since Mbesuma / it was a light load since I'm proactive kid / outta my mind yo there was a typo in psychoan*lysis / this what I fight for accepting the terms and conditions / some Serbian b**hes wish to pay me a permanent visit / You should learn to be different or suffer the consequences / top of the morning f**ers no buffer that's lodged against him / part of me getting younger a goddess'll gimme numbers / pardon the scholars squadron it's hotter than chimichanga's Chorus : Behold...! Repulsar blast the motherf**ing funk is back / it's come to pa** I want it bad a ton of cash and bucket hats / ImproPoe! You should rather bump the track let's run with that while others come something wack / you're like Repulsar, Repulsar Blast! the motherf**ing funk is back / it's come to pa** I want it bad a ton of cash and bucket hats / ntwana why the nyara nyara tshwara bump this jam pump it mad / ha ba phapa o ba shapa ka Repulsar, Repulsar Blast! Verse 3 : Smoother that Bulbè took a taxi from dube op 'n Tuesday / and got through more holes than a shoelace / there's a lil info I will admit so I let us loose again / then we a couple of ronin roaming in Budapest / its stressing you out fingertips rubbing the temple / till dental spray from your mouth since this is what I resemble / So lemme chug this sh** then I'll rumble in drunken fist / run to a couple of kids in a fit and hit the one who flinch / then say see you tomorrow son and no I'm not on d** I quit for bit / well except for the liquor and cigs / There's lotta things I can offend you with and my opinions is genuine / so which one you want me to end you in / You'll go for practice while I hold the soul of atlas / so when my line spin the world outta control it's coz I broke the axis / Or should I leave it as is either way it's cool / hide away the cider I've decided they will lose, ha...!