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Cypress Hill - Certified Bomb lyrics
B-Real] Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up Tagging you toe, zipping you up Clipping you up, mic-cord tripping you up You're in the dark with no light and wishing a nigga had lit you up So much for wishful thinking, you're body's stinking You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya [Sen-Dog] Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb Designed to designate all over the tape Got my Cuban Puertoricans all up in the place Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out [B-Real] Call me imperial beatslayer All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry That'll teach you I beat you on every plain Ain't no other way to reach you, I reach you with pain Shred you into pieces using the tigerclaw I'm a cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it because it never gonna be safe for wack niggas I don't trust 'em Chorus [Sen-Dog] Call me superior showstopper, your hiphop legacy Claim us to remember we break you off proper Oh you got a short memory? You wanna render me? Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy? I won't let ya I bet ya I reign supreme Make your fans forget ya search ya in front of your team Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythem And hit em and get another suck and hit em with venom Nigga my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending Suckers with no style I hope you get offended So I can lock your ass up with my jawclutches Then my rhymes will catch you cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's Chorus [Sen-Dog] Yeah, that's right y'all Gonna smash you in the face Who be comming on touching me, getting around me I'm a bomb you know what I'm saying I'm ready to go off you know what I'm saying So many motherfuckers out there talking shit, doing their little thing It's cool you know what I'm saying, go ahead make you money But don't you be comming around me perplexing playing like a bitch You know what I'm saying Cause I can see your ass right through you know what I'm saying You're glass homeyboy, you're glass you know what I'm saying Don't play me too close y'all I don't think I like you too much you know what I'm saying Always kicking it, doing what we do Trying to act like us, trying to sound like us You're playing me too close motherfucker You need too step the fuck on back Take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from You're playing me way way too close you know what I'm saying |
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