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    7 87.50%
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    1 12.50%
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Thread: Killa Hill Niggas - Track Review

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    Default Killa Hill Niggas - Track Review

    Killa Hill Niggas

    Cypress Hill III : Temples of Boom
    1995


    B-Real
    RZA
    Capitan Pingaloca

    U-God

    RZA



    (Capitan Pingaloca)

    Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda.
    Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui,
    me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!

    (B-Real)

    In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest
    MC's in the game runnin' for the status
    Take a few seconds to review the crews
    Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you
    Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
    Cookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures
    The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
    Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
    Number one mission, opposition
    Get thrown sent home in dead position
    In the casket, best wishes
    At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes
    Full out search for the body
    of the MC's who be comin' to disrupt the party
    No wins, no ends, no way
    that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!

    (RZA)

    Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered
    Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
    Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense
    Power-U niggaz talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans
    What you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans
    Last Mohegan, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians
    Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talk
    Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports
    What you thought?

    (B-Real)

    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    .. that that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

    (Capitan Pingaloca)

    "Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
    Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon,
    que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta!
    Quiero quemarte la cara!"

    (U-God)

    Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant
    I'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'
    Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
    From a dune in the desert Mega-Babylon pleasure
    Comin' out the dome piece, smell my aroma
    Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
    Comma, llama, smash crashin' your armor
    Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber
    Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
    It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals
    And if not yo, credentials are essential
    I see reality, few things surroundin' me
    Three like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
    Not frontin' or braggin', hundred percent red dragon
    Pine fragrance lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
    The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
    Five part criminal, two part felon

    (B-Real)

    - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    .. that that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    - that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back.. ease back..
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger..

    (Capitan Pingaloca)

    "Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television.
    Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo.
    Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones',
    que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
    de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre,
    mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir,
    que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones,
    que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo.
    Todos son unos mismos cabrones..."
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    sick production by RZA, nasty lyrics by U-God
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    Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant
    I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant'
    Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
    From a dune in the desert Mega-Babylon pleasure
    Comin out the domepiece, smell my aroma
    Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
    Comma, llama, smash-crashin your armor
    Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber

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