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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Band
B-Real
B-Real
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Muggs
Muggs
Composer
B-Real
B-Real
Songwriter
Sen Dog
Sen Dog
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Muggs
Muggs
Producer
Fred Wreck
Fred Wreck
Mixing Engineer
Sam Kingston
Sam Kingston
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I was born with thunder up in my hands to silence all of the lambs I've conquered so many lands, put up with whatever demand Just stuck up with God's plan, the journey eternal Hell fire spreading wide, now you're in the inferno Pray to God they intervene, you feel it, your inner being The sinner sings, a song plays all day Will it bring peace to the hearts of men? Spending life on the frontlines of life, to no end Waste of time, wasting away, wasting the day, tasting the bitterness of hate Face of decay, lead 'em off into the dark They follow me from the start, with the light chasin' the demons runnin' from the spark I'm the sword, guns clutched, swingin' at the unjust Just one touch from the blade that cuts us Leading the rat race where losers are born When it's above you, whatever form, it goes on The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual If you ain't givin' no hundred percent, unacceptable Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil I was formed with fire upon the blade, the violence and the crusade The engine is cultivated where the revel is made Invading with the horde on a white horse just a warlord The country is war-torn and got lost It's a universal way the archangel hang in the clouds and they watch us pray For the glory of his story, it's a missed story Nine of the ten blew it, the tenth passed through money Guns to the head, givin' prayers to the fallen Hymns are callin' if you willin', give yourself and we go all in Ritual beginning, individual plight A fire lit quick, a decendence of height Feel her soul elevate while enemies lie in wait I'm sendin' 'em to the gate, Killing the weed of hate Beating it at the rap, for losers or born winners, I'm loved When it's performed, it goes on The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual You ain't givin' a hundred percent, unacceptable Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil Mark from the Devil
Writer(s): Louis M Freeze, Larry E Muggerud, Senen Reyes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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