Certified Bomb Lyrics by Cypress Hill

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 ?robery?
    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 lot of ?the thong?
    Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
    Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic
    So cann it and shut it
    I wrote it and bust it because it
    Never gonna be sane for white niggas I don't trust it

    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

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