Cypress Hill

Cypress Hill - Certified Bomb lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: Skull & Bones (2000)

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