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Title: The Bomb Lyrics: 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 [Break] 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 Stop 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 [Break] 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? The Bomb, Ice Cube mp3 download The Bomb, Ice Cube lyrics The Bomb mp3 music, free The Bomb mp3, download The Bomb |
Songs of Ice Cube: 24 MC Hours A Bird In The Hand A Gangsta's Fairytale Alive On Arrival AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted Ask About Me Black Korea Bop Gun (One Nation) Can You Bounce Cash Over Cave Bitch Check Yo Self Color Blind Dead Homiez Dirty Mack Doing Dumb Shit Don't Trust 'em Down For Whatever Dr. Frankenstein Enemy Extradition Fuck Dying Gangsta Fairytale 2 Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here (Re Get Off My Dick And Tell Yo Bitch To Come Here Ghetto Bird Ghetto Vet Givin' Up The Nappy Dug Out Gotta Be Insanity Greed Heaven Hello Horny Little Devil I Wanna Kill Sam I'm Only Out For One Thang If I Was Fucking You It Was A Good Day It's A Man's World Jackin For Beats Lil Ass Gee Limos, Demos & Bimbos Look Who's Burnin' Make It Ruff, Make It Smooth Man's Best Friend My Summer Vacation No Vaseline Now I Gotta Wet'Cha Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2 Once Upon A Time In The Projects Penitentiary Pushin' Weight Really Doe Record Company Pimpin' Roll All Day Rollin' Wit The Lench Mob Say Hi To The Bad Guy Steady Mobbin Supreme Hustle Tales From The Darkside The Bomb The Curse Of Money The Gutter Shit The Nigga Of The Century The Nigga Ya Love To Hate The Peckin' Order The Predator The Product The Shot (Intro) The Wrong Nigga To Fuck With Three Strikes You In True To The Game Turn Off The Radio Until We Rich Us Waitin' Ta Hate War & Peace We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up What Can I Do What They Hittin' Foe When Will They Shoot Who Got The Camera Who's The Mack Wicked X-Bitches You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It You Can Do It You Can't Fade Me You Know How We Do It |
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