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kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the

M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're

I'm Still #1

Cypress Hill

In tha Beginning...There Was Rap

1997

still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I

[Styles P]
Ghost in the Machine!
This part is the movie part, y'knahmsayin?
Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol
Feel this motherfuckin movie
Parts

Stop to dey move like bolo
Move your bombom well o
Move your bombom well o
Let the bombom take control o

I dey live my life
So just lеave my life
I dey

the LED's that I do let in
I am an eagle faced predator with a mean ego a lion they should call me griffin
I pull the bitches from all different angles they

em hostage
There's no bargain
Just deposit

Double by tomorrow 
If you mutter 
Then we blastin

Can you blame me
It's business
I'm just the assasin

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

Bitch this be imported cargo
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit

obey the law
Or them chumps in House of Lords
I got straps, i got swords, barb wire 4 by 4s
F*** the Pigs, my g just respect this
Even after my long

and nobody can take this
I just dropped an album but this is my latest
They thought I was gone see the look on they faces
That nigga that kill 'em and hit 'em

laughed constantly
In the Bahamas we
By the sea
Polo down sharp as pirhanna teeth
Peep the quality
Uh
Greek mythology
Zeus turn into a eagle to fly with me

the same
Dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out
And have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't

the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed

lying when I said I had an album on the way
I'm not like these fuck-ass rappers, yeah, they cap anyways
Niggas broke as hell and they get their clothes

the land of the eagle for far too long
I’ve been spun wrong way round
You see New York City’s one hell of a town
I came to Manhattan with a cat on my hat

an eagle flying
Through these New York City streets 
Pledge to be creative and 
Make this heat for the lonely beats
Got no time for weak minded cats who talk

rappers to get off my dick, They say where the album, its comin soon bitch,
Yuh, Aye, I ran outta smoke, I might have to go hit up the plug, You thinkin you

player in
By the time I flipped the Ben Folds album I was drunk as shit
Threw up a couple pictures on the rusted GE fridge
I'm going back to Philadelphia,

sentence now I'm back in the night air
Life is getting better like I woke up from a nightmare
Feelin like drake make an album call it take care
Boutta make

Album been done two years
Ain't put it out yet
Another mix tape
Another mistake
Another fifth grade attempt
To get rich
From a birdbrain CEO 
Who don't

Conflict on hold
Higher than hopes
Golden eagle
Desert the goal
These words are too ill
I can't share them in a contract
Pain is the vessel
Desire

have the eagles eye view
Coz I knew
Way before I had an IQ
That success was only meant for a few
So I shall paint my life in accordance to what I drew

like an eagle, I'm bleeding green,
Could have been on the team, But you wanted to play in between,
Bet they want me to lose But I'ma be twisting they

all week 

It’s crazy we was good Monday 
Be careful what you speak 
That lil sermon that you preach will have you dead by Sunday 
Shit Won’t even take