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Ice Cube - The Bomb

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It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
  Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost
  In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler
  And I control your mind like Hitler
  You bow and vow to authority
  See now, a sucker with a style just boring me
  So I show K.N.O.W.
  L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you
  Then I transform like a Decepticon
  With a mic as a bomb
  In my right palm
  But I don't stay calm
  So panic
  Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic
  You thought I dropped a dud in your face
  Until you taste the blood of the bass
  Then you faint, or better yet pass out
  When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out
  You think you're raw so you draw
  You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue
  The whole town saw in awe as you strangle
  A noose on your neck, and you dangle
  From side to side in the blazing heat
  You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off
  You feel you're turning red, it's said
  That your head burst
  And this is only the first verse
  Of the bomb
  Don't break up the fight let them rumble
  Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick
  Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
  Now ask yourself, who's stupid?
  I take funky funky beats and I loop it
  And pimp slap you in the face with the bass
  And the boom from the bomb that I drop
  You have a flat top as a fashion
  I love Black women with a passion
  But when they gotta go and show their ass in
  I gotta clown the hoes, yeah
  You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
  They'll steer you wrong
  Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me
  For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme
  The system ain't wholesome
  They want to put a young brother in Folsom
  And others see me on lockdown
  But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word
  To the brother that rolls the herb
  Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that
  Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact
  He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap
  Now who's the mack?
  Who's the hoe?
  Who's the trick?
  I got many, many styles won't you take a pick
  But don't be alarmed
  When I trip and stumble and fumble
  And drop the (rewind)
  Drop the bomb
  I'm solo, you ask how I'm living
  Still dropping more shit than a pigeon
  With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H,
  The M, the O, the B, the great
  Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
  It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers
  And if you try to upset the pot son
  You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun
  I make the beats, I make the breaks
  I make the rhymes that make you shake
  Make you find
  Ice Cube never caught in the middle
  I make shit to kick you in the ass a little
  And still never hesitate to stutter step
  Or bust a repitition on the mic
  Still dissing all the hype
  From left to right
  How many left to fight?
  So what that Lench Mob like?

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki