Текст песни: Ice Cube - The Bomb



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



[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?

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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



[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?

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