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