Cypress Hill
III (Temples Of Boom)
Killa Hill Niggas
(featuring The RZA and U-God)
[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. Aqui
yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va
pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!"
[B-Real]
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 bank 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 a casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake sleepin with 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 letcha come back again
[RZA]
Check my dramatics
Brains get splattered, dreams shattered
Sabards get blasted for a one G package
Peep the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile you niggas talkin fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin, son I catch clean like Dominicans
Last Mohican
Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians
Tomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York
Where chumps get extorted for Newports
What you thought
[B-Real]
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Th-th-th-then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi rebote van a morir.
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me
persiga a mi a la singadapuerta. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte la
cara!"
[U-God]
Words drop in chant
The chinky eye slant
I'm taking 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
Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
Comma, llama, smash crashin your armor
Drama, I'ma stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell
At the gates of 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 things surroundin me
Free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globetrotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon
[B-Real]
Then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Th-th-th-then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Th-then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Ease
Ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna letcha come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television. Todos
los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro
pais. Y todos los singamasones, que estan singando un mundo. Tambien,
van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia,
va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a
oir, que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con
la democracia, que nos tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos
cabrones..."
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