Killa Hill — текст песни (Cypress Hill)


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...



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