Lyrics:
The critics criticize me
Cause a nigga talking yams
I ain't sugar coating shit
This is who I am (nah)
Nigga you been to the A
You seen me making it rain
done did it now, another critic kicked tical
A lot of niggas mad 'cause I ain't fold like they figure, now
Let me put my fitted down spit around
Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
Often so hungry that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Then
the propane flows
Chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not
When I get down on the pages all I felt
It will make the hardest-hearted of critics' hearts melt
When I write the book about my love
When I was
bust, niggas run and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen
Like the critics talkin'
bust, niggas run and scatter
Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists
You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen
Like the critics talkin'
generations to react
About me the critics lied I ignored them and survived
In spite of coming under friendly fire shot in the fatal
Cause of rock-and-roll
like I'm trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls they waste my time,
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday,
land
No sell out
So get the hell out
We do it our way
Who gives a damn about what critics say
Said we wouldn't last
Said our time will pass
In
Whether you listenin' to rock
Or you're pumpin' the hip hip hop
Refugees on your box
Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take
and rigid
For some western critics
They want the whole subject diminished
But Africa's the origin of all the world's religions
We praised bridges that
to the story
We don't do it for the glory
We don't do it for the money
We don't do it for the fame
So all the critics who despise us, go ahead and criticize
Earth, huh
Fuck everybody, here goes some extra girth Sir
You fucking critics are making my nerves hurt
Since I'm saying fuck everybody I guess that I'm
good though)
What you think I recorded for?
To have a bunch of critics call my shit a bunch of horror core?
Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious
to new heights,
I feel perfect though they think it's worthless,
See what I might flight, man
Everybody wanna be a critic I have my life and I will live
There's no discussion but silence.
They say that he's the one,
Promotin' gang violence,
That's a lie just a critic,
All that whack bullshit,
So
used to, rip the rapper 'cause they said we'd been said wack
I know what the critics they say, keep it commercial
I used to freestyle, but everything
and the bass make it play
Party non-stop from a night till day
And no matter weh the hypocrite and critic them a say
Reggae music deh ya fi stay
Weh me go so
non-stop from a night till day
And no matter weh the hypocrite and critic them a say
Reggae music deh ya fi stay
Weh me go so then
[Chorus: x2]
the critics are blasting me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now across the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come
give 'em lead time
Baby got it for me
Put on a face for the critics 'cause they beneath me
Never met an A&R that I wanted to be
Begging for plus
on my hip, I had to fix my belt
Can't listen to critics 'cause they can't relate to shit I felt
Chrome Hearts, Fendi prints, shoppin' sprees, expensive
critic talks, I'm just hopin' that God helps me
Just stop stressin'
Yeah
Some days (some days)
I just wanna leave the negativity in my head (I just
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