Alba s touto skladbou:
Temples of Boom,
Cypress Hill III: Temples of Boom,
es que no me gusta
es que la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda
aque yo soy, yo soy el capitan pinga loca
y todo el mundo aqui, me sigue a mi o va pal' carajo
oye, revolucion compadre!
(B-Real Verse 1)
In the midst of the madness
No question, who's the baddest
MCs in the game runnin' for the status.
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you.
Killa Hill Niggas
Cleaned in my dream
Cookin' up a scheme
For all them big bad niggas
The world is yours but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame I don't give a fuck who it is.
Number one mission, opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then position
In the casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake sleepin' wit the fishes.
Full out search for the body
Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party.
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!!
(RZA Verse 1)
Check my dramatics
Brains get splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged.
Beat the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile(or Pow) you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans.
What you seekin'
Son I can clean like Dominicans
Last Mohican
Lyrics are speakin'
Wireless idiots.
Tomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York
Where chumps get exported for Newports
What you thought
y esta dicho, todo el que no le guste y me rebote, van a morir
yo le voy a meter una bala en la cabeza a cualquier maricon que no me
persige a mi
a la chica muerta, oye hijo'e'puta quiero quemarte la cara
(B-Real Verse 2 or Chorus)
(U-God Verse 1)
Words droppin' chant
The check DI slant(???)
I'm takin' these cannabis plants
Yo for granted.
Exotic, narcotic
Tunes slam soon
From a dune
In the desert
Mega-Babylon pleasure.
Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Worrior nomad
Put'u in a coma.
Comma, Llama
Smash-crashin' your armor
Drama, I'm a
Stealth aircraft bomber.
He is where I dwell
At the gates to hell
It ain't where you're from
It's where you're in the mentals
And if not, yo credentials
Are essential
I see reality
View(or Few) things surroundin' me.
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin' or braggin'
Hundred percent red dragon.
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemmon
Five part criminal, two part felon....
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigga
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again.
The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again.
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigga
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again.
Ease back, ease back.
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigga
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again.
y esta dicho, aqui la revolucion no se va a ver por television
todos los maricones del norte que los voy a matar yo
va a ser aqui en nuestro pais, todos a singa masones
que estan singando a el mundo, tambien, van a ver la muerte ellos
mismos en
las manos de ellos,
un dea, mucha sangre, mucha sangre y la peste de los cuerpos
muertos van a
oer que se va a
hueler en todos los Estados Unidos,
estos cabrones que con la democracia que nos estan singando en el culo,
todos son los mismos cabrones, que se... (fade out).
