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wiley - cypress hill lyrics

[verse 1: wiley]
top ten mc, tell me i’m not
i am that so you can’t tell me i’m not
yeah, i met the devil like h-ll was a lot
i’m still here today, don’t tell me i’m not
wickedest mc alive from the block
i know they wanna but they can’t tell me i’m not
instead of tryna tell me my bars went cold
should be tryna tell me i’m hot
like rudeboy, madman, tell me i’m not
i did the groundwork, tell me i didn’t
if you don’t believe the work that man have put in
go and look cause it ain’t been hidden
by the work and the money i’m driven
thank god for the likkle talent i’ve been given
spent all of my life on land
that’s why i hit the sea like i’m all-night fishing

[hook: wiley]
if i don’t run up on the stage and murk the dance
one of my grime dons will
no matter what music i made for money
you better know i’m a grime don still
when i get a vibe, i can make a whole dance go “wow”
the hype is real
telling you man are insane in the membrane
just like cypress hill
if i don’t run up on the stage and murk the dance
one of my grime dons will
no matter what music i made for money
you better know i’m a grime don still
when i get a vibe, i can make a whole dance go “wow”
the hype is real
telling you man are insane in the membrane
just like cypress hill

[verse 2: flowdan]
i’m in the zone and i’m zoning
everybody stand back from the launchpad when i take off
should’ve known from how the ting’s going
if you’re too close to the speaker, that’s your face gone
we need more room in the building
i told everybody i’m a shutdown don
one microphone, one riddim , two draws of a zoot and a gas
for a couple of my dons
gas for a couple of my dons, when the bouncers
double up their numbers and barricade on
every one of my gs keeps shutting it down
and the boydem wanna lock the raves off
could tell they wasn’t ready for what to expect
i rolled up just in black like a goth
know wah gwan, i’m like an -ss-ssin
cuh everyting’s dead when i’m gone

[verse 3: scratchy]
listen up, s-o-n
got n-e-w lyrics for d-e-m
get bun, get b-u-n
get nothing, get n-u-n
i’m a d-a-n when it comes to the p-e-n
i ain’t a b-o-y, i’m an m-a-n
you dun know i’m a p-r-o
your ceo is my f-a-m
when sh-t hits the f-a-n
i walk by, no transit v-a-n
don’t care if you’re fresh out the c-a-n
put you out like fireman s-a-m
in magazines like fhm
pockets ain’t thin like h-a-m
your career’s gone down the p-a-n
it’s a lot dot c-o-m

- wiley lyrics

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