Cypress Hill, Tom Morello - Strike The Match lyrics
[Cypress Hill, Tom Morello - Strike The Match lyrics]
I'm loaded like a shotgun
Got one under my coat
It’s late night no stage fright
I'm going for broke
While I'm hittin’ my smoke
I'm contemplatin' how to hit em hard
Hit em fast get away it's all she wrote
It's a heartbreaking habit
When you gotta have it you grab it
Stare at an album so good at it
Certified good magic look at it in your face
Money's gone so am I so long
But now my hustle's changed
No more stickin' you up
I’ve got some weed I know that for
Sure it can lift you up just spark it up
I gotta dime or a twenty sack
All sales are final
Don’t ask for your money back
Don't even look at the money sack
It’s funny that it still wasn't enough
I like still searchin' for honey flack
No I'm servin’ the boulders
Looking over my shoulders
Every step that I take
A rock might knock me over
Strike the match that sparks the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
Hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em
We're gonna char get the dogs go gas on em
Lone range a brace to be a gangster
Grew up rock stages
A long way from but i got gauges
Comin' out pullin guns out on strangers
Bunch a wild niggas nobody can tame us
Sixteen in the clip one in the chamber
Drive by homicide shit I gotta roll a dime
Ever day I ran away my life one helluva time
I like to see heads get busted a problem
That's how i solve em no discussion
Go for my mind task force rush em
Until that day all i gotta say is fuck em
Strike the match that sparks the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
Hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em
We're gonna char get the dogs go gas on em
Post it on the top son claw some
Makin' my way through the jungle
Living with the life call something
Evolving with each hustle the street sweep
To a heatseeker
With ambitions to be a ring leader
When you're in the top spot
You better be top notch
If not watch the haters take pot shots
It's non-stop shit talkin'
Beat off the conflict ready to harm him
Disarm him send his ass away in a coffin
My game is silent you don't see it that often
But every passing day I see
The time slipping away
Ticket on a train 'til an early grave
Reap what you sough never had a handout
Had my hustle's planned out
Worked to get the brand out
You wish my luck would run out
Strike the match that sparks the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
Hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em
We're gonna char get the dogs go gas on em
Got one under my coat
It’s late night no stage fright
I'm going for broke
While I'm hittin’ my smoke
I'm contemplatin' how to hit em hard
Hit em fast get away it's all she wrote
It's a heartbreaking habit
When you gotta have it you grab it
Stare at an album so good at it
Certified good magic look at it in your face
Money's gone so am I so long
But now my hustle's changed
No more stickin' you up
I’ve got some weed I know that for
Sure it can lift you up just spark it up
I gotta dime or a twenty sack
All sales are final
Don’t ask for your money back
Don't even look at the money sack
It’s funny that it still wasn't enough
I like still searchin' for honey flack
No I'm servin’ the boulders
Looking over my shoulders
Every step that I take
A rock might knock me over
Strike the match that sparks the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
Hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em
We're gonna char get the dogs go gas on em
Lone range a brace to be a gangster
Grew up rock stages
A long way from but i got gauges
Comin' out pullin guns out on strangers
Bunch a wild niggas nobody can tame us
Sixteen in the clip one in the chamber
Drive by homicide shit I gotta roll a dime
Ever day I ran away my life one helluva time
I like to see heads get busted a problem
That's how i solve em no discussion
Go for my mind task force rush em
Until that day all i gotta say is fuck em
Strike the match that sparks the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
Hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em
We're gonna char get the dogs go gas on em
Post it on the top son claw some
Makin' my way through the jungle
Living with the life call something
Evolving with each hustle the street sweep
To a heatseeker
With ambitions to be a ring leader
When you're in the top spot
You better be top notch
If not watch the haters take pot shots
It's non-stop shit talkin'
Beat off the conflict ready to harm him
Disarm him send his ass away in a coffin
My game is silent you don't see it that often
But every passing day I see
The time slipping away
Ticket on a train 'til an early grave
Reap what you sough never had a handout
Had my hustle's planned out
Worked to get the brand out
You wish my luck would run out
Strike the match that sparks the flame
Start the fire that burns down the system
Hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em
We're gonna char get the dogs go gas on em