Killa Hill Niggas Lyrics - Cypress Hill Iii (temples Of Boom) - Cypress Hill

"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!" 

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 

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That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again! 

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 

Photos 

(*back vocals -Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger 

Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again) 

"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!" 

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 

(*back vocals -Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger 

Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again) 

"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..."