Failbait

Album: Album Title Goes Here (2012)
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  • Burn like a furnace keep it hot like a thermos
    It's the realest at your service, now I'm on a higher purpose
    And You haters don’t deserve us but we give it to you like a virus
    We the highest motherfuckers ruling from the Hills of Cypress
    The magnificent you insignificant
    see what's in my weed sack bitch, try sniffing it
    sending I hit it smells so aromatic
    smoking out the room, sorry homie its a fucking habit

    Mad dog off the leash, I don't be frontin' son
    Run up on me, and watch a nigga give you some
    I'm swingin' for the fence, blastin' out home runs
    Cholo with the knife cut your ass like a shogun
    A Little something for the peasant yanking on my chain
    You the reason a niggas sing about a membrane
    Running round like a clown acting hella strange
    On the real the world forgot about your punk name

    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high
    Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by
    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're are calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high

    See my mind is at the pinnacle stress levels are minimal
    You see a criminal label the fight unwinable
    You are so cynical smoke like is fucking legal
    Either way the people represent if nothing equal
    Yes spark it up date time mark it up
    You got a problem I'm a rolling Stone start it up
    And if you start me up, I promise you I'll never stop
    Last thing you hear is the blast when the hammer drops

    Runnin' with the sick click, we uncheckable Cyprus Hill misfits
    Bring it through the vegetables
    Bring in cloud smoke representable the highest man to toke and his general
    The nature stands with us, ready for war
    We done talking two digits and we still want more
    I could call you up by name but what the fuck for
    You under my sneaker that I stomp on the floor

    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high
    Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by
    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're are calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high
    Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by

    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high
    Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by
    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're are calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high

    See my mind is at the pinnacle stress levels are minimal
    You see a criminal label the fight unwinable
    You are so cynical smoke like is fucking legal
    Either way the people represent if nothing equal
    Yes spark it up date time mark it up
    You got a problem I'm a rolling Stone start it up
    And if you start me up, I promise you I'll never stop
    Last thing you hear is the blast when the hammer drops

    Runnin' with the sick click, we uncheckable Cyprus Hill misfits
    Bring it through the vegetables
    Bring in cloud smoke representable the highest man to toke and his general
    The nature stands with us, ready for war
    We done talking two digits and we still want more
    I could call you up by name but what the fuck for
    You under my sneaker that I stomp on the floor

    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high
    Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by
    We are the Hill we came to get you high
    They're are calling me insane why you must wanna die
    So high so high so high
    Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by Writer/s: JOEL ZIMMERMAN, LOUIS FREESE, SENEN REYES
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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