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Certified Bomb Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

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 hot dog with no mustard, you're flustered 

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, your body's stinking 

You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya 

 

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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 

 

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 

 

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 beat you, I beat you with pain 

Shred you into pieces using the tiger claw 

A cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw 

 

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Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic 

Fuck what you heard, 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 

 

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 

 

Don't play me too close, I'm a certified bomb 

Designed to designate all over the place 

Got my Cuban, Puertoricans, all up in the place 

Gonna smash you in the face with tapes, check it out 

 

Call me superior show stopper, your hip hop 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, bet ya, reign supreme 

Make your fans forget ya, search ya, in front of your team 

Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythm 

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 jaw clutches 

Then my rhymes just cut you, 'cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's 

 

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 

 

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 my face with tapes, check it out 

 

Yeah, that's right y'all, gonna smash you in the face 

Who be coming 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, I'm saying 

Go ahead make your money, but don't you be coming 

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 say 

Don't play me too close y'all, now come to think of it 

 

I don't think I like you too much, you know 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 to step the fuck 

On back, take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from 

'Cause you're playing me way, way too close, what I'm saying 

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