Clash Of The Titans/dust Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Zeus:) Make certain that no stone stands 

That no creature crawls 

I command you to let lose the last of the Titans 

It's time to strike! 

(B-Real) 

Let the rain pour down from God above 

With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood 

Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein 

With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks 

Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm 

The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm 

With the uniform of my sworn enemies 

You raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease 

Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take 

Can lead to the math that the master's break 

The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss 

Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and God's law 

Look in the stars, aligned with sign and Mars 

Destruction, what's your function, you roll with God 

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Attention (2x) 

(B-Real) 

The soul of the master's elements, disaster 

Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster 

The blade swings, slashing your throat 

The vision's on the mission, seeking the note 

dropping the bomb, by remote 

Load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys 

The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves 

Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough 

Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost 

Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight 

Hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night 

The eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide 

No cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise 

And to clash 

Attention (2x) 

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(B-Real) 

God's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling 

Beheading the dead souls, who runaway from their calling 

Behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case 

Every corner of the world, the battle is taking place 

Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire 

Resume, from the Temple of Boom, and seek higher thought 

Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot 

Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot 

With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked 

The clash rages on, people remain calm 

Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad 

You can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed 

And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell 

When the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell 

Celebrate now, put the blades to rest 

No wickedness, only the blessed will hold down 

Attention 

You creating hysteria 

Attention (2x) 

(Dust) 

When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team 

looking for theme between cracks searching for cream 

physical image can never be lost 

never be cleverly read or took on into the search of your own 

suckers are looking for treasures and pleasures endeavours images of plastic 

material whenever your ready your steady rolling with deadly and friendly 

territorial glorious story you've heard nothing but bull for me 

Coming from ghetto the güero the heart in the metal 

settle for gas as we passing you fast in the pedal 

head to the floor and the horror is starting to pour 

everything I just threatened your blood you can't take it no more 

why did you try to forget it I said it to FUCK OFF! 

now you'll be headed said I'm making you try to do laws 

that's what you get for faking it hot and no more 

living I'm sucker I'm pushing the bomb. 

(Chorus:) 

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore 

breaking the law the new seed yes they want more 

Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day 

we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff 

excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want 

it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust. 

? is loaded with snakes serpents who come and they take 

pieces of those who they break bodies are found in the lake 

only the victims its pass you thought that you gonna last 

pockets all over the cash now that you're actually grass 

high kids taking and sliping away 

look at you tricking and sipping its clicking the trigger 

and so is your place 

only the strong will survive hoping to keep 'em alive 

I'll never be denied watch on who you can find 

People around and they're proud looking for those 

who obye dying like these killas defy so I keep up the withdrawl 

join fucking with the pace your just a waste in my face 

hit you in base in your case if all you want is a taste 

even the lemo the rebel bringing the metal in temple 

so many rebels incredible time we battle 

looking for action don't judge us avenge us redempt us 

don't give me negligence your all though in time no revenges 

(Chorus:) 

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore 

breaking the law the new seed yes they want more 

Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day 

we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff 

excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want 

it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust. 

Under the heavens we representing directions of flesh and feeling the heat 

the tension now dissin' we stressin' 

life is a battle to the cattle you gonna die 

just how that'll just suffer your glad you built up your high 

and go up the chain the pages keep turning and burning 

the rage is concerning the day is becomming disarming 

searching for harmony you wanna be balling me 

but you never get no where cause I'm killing your whole philosophy 

Robbing like temperature I signal your flow when we just clowning 

just tell me just pass me watch me I'm truly tampering y'all 

must be simple delinquent to try to get what the sick is 

so leave the hard is to limp it and only the thrill will we get it? 

I'm an assasin of soul out of control when I roll 

you better hide in your hole I got your name on my skull 

there ain't no running from me assasin of hunees you see 

blastin at those who obye blasting at last at the weak! 

(Chorus:) 

Do what you want do what you need the hardcore 

breaking the law the new seed yes they want more 

Cypress Hill Soul Assasins we smokin 420 all day 

we ain't joking serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff 

excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want it's a damn 

right get up in my way I'll cross your ass like dust