Intro:
It’s like, it’s like this
Word up, knowhutI’msayin? One time for your mind, y’knowI’msayin?
Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough’s thorough
You know the time, y’knowI’msayin?
Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down
It’s hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y’knowI’msayin?
(L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y’knowI’msayin?
Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this
Verse 1:
As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack
Can’t hold me back, I’m too strong, I waited too long
Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song
Been in the game since…what? That shit is past tense
Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C
with that ill shit, I came to kill shit
I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit
But in this era of mayhem
I recyc’ the murderous rhymes to slay them
To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark
the verbal scientist in your title, I’m walkin wit it
A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill
seekers
An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I’m slangin the mic
like a syllable shotty, sippin 40’s
Chorus:
Check it out y’all, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
Check it out now, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
Verse 2:
Bona fide B-boy, biceps’ bionic
Blast em back, okay let’s get it started
Original rap styles comin from my shooter
Fifty niggas deep, I’m the ill kid recruiter
People gather round, check my flow
listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know (What they
know?)
I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill
You couldn’t stop the pain with Benadryl
Too many claim unnamed for fame
or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
I take a raptor’s rough cos I’lla date the semen
Spectators be sayin they can’t go where he went
That’s another level of attack (haa), bring your bats
My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack
I slice the rapper like a surgeon
If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban
Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
Ya better take some notes, don’t try to get on after me
Cos I’m the chemical enemical
Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle
Chorus:
Check it out y’all, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the real players and all the fly girls
Check it out now, L-A-W’s raw
L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the real players and all the fly girls
Verse 3:
Feelin the metronome click, my microphone’s on
It’s time to kiss Sharief to perform
Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square
I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes
I’m natural as loaded dice, understand
where no man survives, L.A.W. can
Transform, I see it ain’t even worth ya triggers
I’m from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas
Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade
rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
You better cos your dome piece blown
Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin
Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows
Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so
sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit
Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit
When I crush your lungs,
[Bobo]
Once again
We’re back
It’s the big bad Cypress Hill
You know what time it is
[Beat fades in]
{5x} Whoop
Legalize it,
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Legalize it (Yeah)
Cypress Hill will advertise it
Will ADVERTISE IT!
Chorus – Cypress featuring Kokane
Once Upon,
*singing*
Muggs, Sen Dog *Bing* B-Real and Bobo
L.I.F.E (Now Here it is )
Why, Why, Why (Bo Bo Bo Bo)
Cypress Hill is still here
We’re from *?* those glad emcees
Stilly Puffin Weed, Weed
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why
Why-y-y
[B-Real]
Never fucked like this
But I smoke blunts like this (Ha!)
People ask: Why you pull stunts like this? (and like that?)
Cuz I believe in doing what I got’ a
A lot’ a people don’t understand nada
The Mic burns you as it turn’s to a slaughter
You wanna think about
Chilling the fuck out
You all (C’mon chill)
Top Allah, Pop color
Niggas, LatinThugs
All my family love winners
Beginners get pushed to back of the pack
Invented and left out without no attack
You’re at the top of the game
But you work on a name
It took one day to put us in the walk of fame (Yo)
Don’t call a name to recall the fame
Eventually Dru Hill is in the hall of fame
You know what the deal is
You know what the HILL is
You know what the B-Real is
You know what my skill is
Chorus &
Hook 4X
[Sen Dog]
I get mental
This ain’t no pad and a pencil
Throw the microphone my only utensil
I tag the cheque like I got nothing to lose (That’s right)
I test myself set up, just shut up
And brew that C-Y-P-R-E-S-S
Got you funky and I real deaf
Put it to the test
And you will confess
Soul Assassins is the best
Check it homeboy, got to spot cracking (echoes)
Sixth LP from that ThugDogLatin
I turn the heat up and keep it hot
Always give ya mo’ and then thank we got
Phreak the HIP HOP and the hot ride
I’m home to make shows and I came right
At first ‘self titled’ , became an idol
Back when I was seen in a Sub town barrio
Chorus &
Hook 4X
Now Here it is
Bo Bo Bo Bo
[B Real]
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why |
Take off your shirt
Feel free like a bird
Makin love in the sun is fun I’ve heard
I?m coming from far away
Coming to you and that?s what i say
I’m Ronny – the sunshine man
I will love you in the sand
I got it – hey can’t you see
It’s L.O.V.E. yeah
L.O.V.E. – Gimme some sex on the beach
And I’ll keep on learning all that you can teach
Your skin is like a peach
Gimme some sex on the beach
Oh baby just fly me
The sky’s in reach
L.O.V.E. – gimme some sex on the beach
And I’ll start believing everything you preach
Because I miss you now
Gimme some sex on the beach
Oh baby I’m crying
Right now I’m dying
Longing for you
L.O.V.E. – Gimme some sex on the beach
Let your pants slip
Right off your hip
I’ll take you on a sexy trip
You’ll love it – the sand is wet
You’ll get some fun like you never had
Just come on – the beach is wide
I?ll take you for a special ride
Just follow – follow your heart
It’s L.O.V.E. yeah
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Well I’m burning, burning up the street.
Watching people on their feet in my new car.
No time, no time to mess around.
Got my foot flat on the ground in my new car.
I change the gears, I hear the wheel.
We’re riding smooth and inside the groove, Uh Huh.
It’s ten till eight, and it won’t be late.
So please be there don’t hesitate, Uh Huh.
I’ll ride. Tonight, I’ll hold you tight and make you mine.
It’s now or never girl.
Outside. Start light.
You’ll be flying high by my side.
L.O.V.E.
Do you want to ride in my car?
I’m saying L.O.V.E.
Do you want to get down in my car?
So if you want it, you got it, don’t let it go.
I’m saying L.O.V.E., L.O.V.E.
So I step, I step down on the gas, we’re moving super fast.
Wild and free.
Let me know is everything’s alright?
We’ll rock it through the night, you and me.
Don’t make me mad. Don’t make me sad.
Gonna put me down. Gonna wear a frown. Uh Huh.
Let’s groove all night, till the morning light,
I’ll play your music, you can’t refuse it. Uh Huh.
I’ll ride. Tonight. I’ll hold you tight and make you mine.
It’s now or never girl.
Outside. Start light, you’ll be flying high by my side.
(Accelerate, don’t step on the brakes.)
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Lady have you known me-
The perfect love machine,
I’m Virgo, My Leo’s rising
Venus made me King
That trail of broken hearts
They all belong to me
Magic runs through my fingers-
One touch you’ll see
L.O.V.E All I need’s my love machine
L.O.V.E All I need’s my love machine tonight
What can I do for you,
Am I your wildest dream
What do I move in you
Am I what I seem
My eyes they lie and you cry
Love brings you pain
And if you try to love me
You’ll not feel the same
L.O.V.E All I need’s my love machine
L.O.V.E All I need’s my love machine tonight
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Guilty ’till proven innocent.
I’m thinking about the government
Wondering where the money went.
Into outer space, I guess.
Lying cs’s everywhere.
Pretty boys in their underwear.
Statue of Liberty.
Who really cares
About freedom.
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
Throw up, throw down.
Get yourself a better town.
All these towns look the same
Self pity, number one recreation.
We’re dying in the USA.
Preacher man, he keeps
Preachin’
While he covets your wife.
I ain’t sayin’ what’s good
I ain’t sayin’ what’s right.
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
Wait a minute, let me check my tan.
Am I the same color as Superman?
Helter skelter in a foreign land.
Monkeys versus dogs,
Lying under a big palm tree
With cream and bananas all over me.
That’s the way it’s supposed to be
Here in the Garden of Eden.
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin’ about l-u-v baby, luv
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By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace
Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east
And meanwhile, they’re carving up the land
The anglo-american military have taken full command
It’s keeping us fed we’re consuming it all
Fat on its culture and military control
Preparing for war bit by bit
Whilst we’re watching its telly and eating its shit
They’ve got it all worked out and we give our consent
They’ve got it all worked out and we give our consent
They’ve got it all worked out and we give our consent
They’ve got it all worked out for Central America
They’ve got it all worked out for Ireland
By sitting back and keeping silent we give them our consent
Born in the shadow of the USA
Taught the fundamental bullshit every day
Force fed on a diet of Great British lies
Media distortions censor our minds
Passive spectators of royalty
Too diverted to care if we’re free
ICI, BP, Thorn EMI
Red, white, and blue logos, British pride
With a Big Mac in one hand and a Coke at our sides
We’ve accepted their culture and swallowed their lies
They’ve put up more fences, watched us and spied
And cleverly told us they’ve got nothing to hide
For too long we’ve watched them preparing for battle
But the fightback is started little by little
Kicking at the midst of passive defense
Refusing cruise means tearing down fences
At Greenham and Molesworth, fences you can see
But then there’s all the barriers that are built around me
Political, economic, cultural, social
And people who live in glass houses
Shouldn’t encourage others to throw stones
Let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect
And colonel Sanders, you’re next |
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