Hill Cypress Killa Hill Lyrics

Killa Hill Lyrics

featuring RZA  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 let ya come back again!  

  

 [RZA]  

 Check my dramatics  

 Brains get splattered  

 Dreams shattered  

 Sabas get blasted for words he packaged  

 Beat 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 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 trigger  

 Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again  

 Ease back, ease back  

 Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger  

 Then I'm never gonna let ya 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 droppin' chant  

 The check DI 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'm a  

 Stealth aircraft bomber  

 Here is where I dwell  

 At the gates o' 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 surrounding 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 Meadowlog Lemon  

 Five part criminal, two part felon  

  

 [B-Real]  

 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 trigger  

 The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again  

 Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger  

 Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again  

 Ease,  

 Ease back  

 Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger  

 Then I'm never gonna let ya 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