Strike The Match 2010 Cypress Hill; Tom Morello
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Artis: Cypress Hill; Tom Morello

Album: Rise Up

Waktu rilis: 16-04-2010

 

Strike The Match - Cypress Hill

 

I’m loaded like a Shotgun

Got one – under my coat

It’s late night no stage fright

I’m going for broke

While I’m hittin’ my smoke

I’m contemplatin’ how to hit

‘em hard hit ‘em fast

Get away; it’s all she wrote

It’s a heartbreaking habit

When you gotta have it

You grab it

Stare at an album so good at it

Certified hood magic

Look at it

Throwin’ too much in your face

And money’s gone; so am I so long

But now my hustle’s changed

No more stickin’ you up

I’ve got some w**d

I know that for sure;

That can pick you up

Just spark it up

I got a dime or a twenty sack

All sales are final

Don’t ask for your money back

Don’t even look at the money stack

It’s funny that

It still wasn’t enough

I’m like still searchin’ for honey flack

No I’m servin’ the boulders

Looking over my shoulders

Every step that I take

A rock might knock me over

Strike – the match

Sparks – the flame

It starts

The fire that burns down the system

Hit ‘em hard Hit ‘em fast

Keep the gas on ‘em

We’re gonna char

Get the dogs go gas on ‘em

The hoodrange

A brace to be a gangster

They grew up

And blew up the rock stages

A long way from the gate

But I got Gauges

Dumb ‘em out

Pullin guns out on strangers

A bunch a wild niggas

Nobody can tame us

The sixteen in the clip

One in the chamber

Drive-by’s homicide; sh*t

I gotta roll a dime

Every day I ran away

My life’s one Columbine

And I’d like to see heads get

So it’s a problem

That’s how I solve

‘em there’s no discussion

Go for my mind

Tell it’s task force rush ‘em

Until the day all I gotta say

Is: “F**k ‘em ”

 

Strike – the match

Sparks – the flame

It starts

The fire that burns down the system

Hit ‘em hard Hit ‘em fast

Keep the gas on ‘em

We’re gonna char

Get the dogs go gas on ‘em

Post it on the top son – Claw some

Makin’ my way throught the jungle

And then they like I call something

Hustle the streets need

 

To a hit single put down b**ch

Bring a leader

When you’re in the top spot

You better be top notch;

Or not watch the haters take pop shots

It’s non-stop sh*t talkin’

The conflict

Whoever slick talkin’

I’m ready to harm him

Disarm him

Send his a** away in a coffin

My game is

You don’t seein’ it that often

But every

Day I felt time slip away

Like a heavy ticket on the train

To an early grave

I never worried hater

That what happens I’m okay

Reap what you sough

And every kinda game you play

Never had a handout

Had my hustle’s brand out

Brand out You wish my luck would run out

Strike – the match

Sparks – the flame

It starts

The fire that burns down the system

Hit ‘em hard Hit ‘em fast

Keep the gas on ‘em

We’re gonna char

Get the dogs go gas on ‘em

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