Hill Cypress Certified Bomb Lyrics

Certified Bomb Lyrics

B-Real] 

 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