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cypress hill
vibrate niggaz heads like pagers
shittin on your asr-10 sequence
these be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves
when i swerve i'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves
hear the thunder then i melt the frozen tundra
rhythms jingle like bricks
these niggaz face it or face off
my lines petrify your mind's third eye
i pull the trey in your insides
my syllables simmer for every criminal
in prison whose an individual lose that struggle
my stories burst niggaz bubbles
ready to shed blood up in the jungles
i take the micraphone cord
to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote
counterfeit fools all in the pot
when we go platinum they go
the worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties
cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt
when they get burned and smoked
niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up
that's covered the script
showin love to everyone of you real niggaz
cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins
fuckin with 'ron and cocaine
better hold down or get clowned
heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides
leave you flat on your back
rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips
my order in the elements in the universe
my mental enter your physical frame
like pushin your face straight through a window pane
to your paragraph it ain't hard
see i studied the life-science
doin songs with my indigineous
hit you with the omnipotent gland
write a rhyme to shine light
don't make a move that'll end your career
i stand firm on solid ground
pump blood sweat and tears
the scientific soul asassin
we dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines