Certified Bomb
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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[B-Real]
Call me the serial rhyme killer
Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga
Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier
Fake busters get hit with the clusterbomb
You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm
Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up
Tagging you toe, zipping you up
Clipping you up, mic-cord tripping you up
You're in the dark with no light
And wishing a nigga had lit you up
So much for wishful thinking, you're body's stinking
You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya

[Chorus: Sen-Dog]
Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban Puerto Ricans all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out

[B-Real]
Call me imperial beatslayer
All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player
Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry
That'll teach you I beat you on every plain
Ain't no other way to reach you, I reach you with pain
Shred you into pieces using the tigerclaw
I'm a cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw
Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic
So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it
Because it never gonna be safe for wack niggas I don't trust 'em

[Chorus]

[Sen-Dog]
Call me superior showstopper, your hiphop legacy
Claim us to remember we break you off proper
Oh you got a short memory? You want to render me?
Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy?
I won't let ya I bet ya I reign supreme
Make your fans forget ya search ya in front of your team
Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythm
And hit em and get another suck and hit em with venom
Nigga my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending
Suckers with no style I hope you get offended
So I can lock your ass up with my jawclutches
Then my rhymes will catch you cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's

[Chorus]

[Sen-Dog]
Yeah, that's right y'all
Gonna smash you in the face
Who be coming on touching me, getting around me
I'm a bomb you know what I'm saying
I'm ready to go off you know what I'm saying
So many motherfuckers out there talking shit, doing their little thing
It's cool you know what I'm saying, go ahead make you money
But don't you be coming around me perplexing playing like a bitch
You know what I'm saying
Cause I can see your ass right through you know what I'm saying
You're glass homeyboy, you're glass you know what I'm saying
Don't play me too close y'all
I don't think I like you too much you know what I'm saying
Always kicking it, doing what we do
Trying to act like us, trying to sound like us
You're playing me too close motherfucker
You need too step the fuck on back




Take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from
You're playing me way way too close you know what I'm saying

Overall Meaning

The Cypress Hill song "Certified Bomb" is a bravado-heavy track that features the group's two main MCs, B-Real and Sen Dog, trading verses boasting about their skills and threatening their enemies with violence. B-Real introduces himself as the "serial rhyme killer" and boasts about how he's willing to strangle his opponents with his mic cord, while Sen Dog calls himself the "superior showstopper" and promises to make his rivals "smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythm" before hitting them with venomous rhymes. The chorus warns listeners not to "play [Cypress Hill] too close," as they are a "certified bomb" that is designed to detonate all over the track.


The song's aggressive, confrontational lyrics are matched by its hard-hitting beat, which is built around a propulsive, syncopated rhythm that is driven by a pounding bassline and syncopated drum patterns. The track also features a number of ear-catching sonic details, such as scratchy vinyl samples, reversed vocal snippets, and distorted guitar riffs that help to give the song a gritty, street-level vibe.


"Certified Bomb" is one of the standout tracks on Cypress Hill's self-titled debut album, which was released in 1991 and helped to establish the group as one of the leading voices in the burgeoning West Coast hip-hop scene. The album was a commercial and critical success, and helped to pave the way for the group's subsequent chart-topping albums, such as 1993's "Black Sunday" and 1995's "III (Temples of Boom)." Today, Cypress Hill is widely regarded as one of the most influential and innovative hip-hop groups of all time, thanks to their unique blend of catchy hooks, hard-hitting beats, and socially conscious lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Call me the serial rhyme killer
I am very talented at rapping and can destroy any competition


Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga
My vocals are so strong and powerful that they can cause harm and confusion to my opponents


Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
I have defeated you so soundly that you can no longer hold your head up high


Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier
I have been inspired to destroy you by the power of my microphone because you are not a worthy opponent


Fake busters get hit with the clusterbomb
If you pretend to be something you're not, you will face the consequences of my wrath


You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm
You are unprepared and out of your depth, while I remain calm and collected


Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up
My rapping is so hot and powerful that I could be compared to a dragon breathing fire. I am defeating you thoroughly


Tagging you toe, zipping you up
I am metaphorically tagging your dead body (as if in a funeral home) and zipping you up in a bag, as you have been defeated and embarrassed


Clipping you up, mic-cord tripping you up
I am metaphorically clipping your wings - stopping your capabilities - and tripping you up with my microphone cord


You're in the dark with no light
You are lost and directionless, with no sense of hope or success


And wishing a nigga had lit you up
You wish that someone had killed you and put you out of your misery, as life appears to be hopeless for you


So much for wishful thinking, you're body's stinking
Your hopes and dreams are useless now, as you are lying dead with a decaying body


You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya
You are going to a dark place, while I am at the top of my game, victorious and confident


Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb
Don't underestimate me, as I am highly skilled and powerful


Designed to designate all over the tape
My rapping style is highly sought after and I have influence over the music industry


Got my Cuban Puerto Ricans all up in the place
My crew and I are highly respected and we have loyal followers present


Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out
I am going to impress my win over you onto everyone around, through my music


Call me imperial beatslayer
I am so skilled at rapping that I am known to conquer and utterly defeat anyone who competes against me


All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player
Many have attempted to compete with me, but none have been successful, even when seeking help or advice from others


Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
I am so talented and in-demand that some label executives try to deceive me and bribe me to change my style


I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry
I am starting a new movement, defeating the popular style of music that Puff Daddy is responsible for creating


That'll teach you I beat you on every plain
My victory over you will set an example to anyone who tries to compete with me in the future


Ain't no other way to reach you, I reach you with pain
I am going to defeat and humiliate you so badly that it will hurt you mentally and emotionally


Shred you into pieces using the tigerclaw
I am going to defeat you exhaustively and intimately, just as a tiger's claws would shred its prey into tiny pieces


I'm a cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw
I am cold-hearted and indifferent; it would take more than a small act of kindness or benevolence to melt my demeanor


Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
My rapping crew and I are so powerful and influential that it strikes fear into the hearts of others


Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic
I am so powerful that I can bring down anything and anyone, even legendary failures like the Titanic


So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it
Stop talking trash, I am the one in control and I'm going to prove it through my music


Because it never gonna be safe for wack niggas I don't trust 'em
I cannot stand people who are not genuine and talented in the music industry, as they bring everyone down


Call me superior showstopper, your hiphop legacy
I am the best and most memorable rapper in your music legacy


Claim us to remember we break you off proper
Your claim to fame will always be that I defeated you as a rapper, leading to my own success


Oh you got a short memory? You want to render me?
You have forgotten the power that I hold, but now you want to attempt to compete with me once again


Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy?
You think I won't put up a fight? You clearly have not learned your lesson from our previous encounter


I won't let ya I bet ya I reign supreme
I will not let you win this time either, I will prove to be the superior rapper


Make your fans forget ya search ya in front of your team
My victory over you will be so thorough that your own team and fans will forget you ever existed


Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythm
My rapping is so smooth and powerful that it would even make someone want to smoke marijuana and enjoy the rhythm


And hit em and get another sucker and hit em with venom
I am confident in my abilities; I could easily defeat another opponent right after demolishing you, if necessary


Nigga my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending
I am authentic and genuine, while you are only pretending to be something that you are not


Suckers with no style I hope you get offended
I despise people who don't have their own unique style of rapping, and I hope that they get offended by my words


So I can lock your ass up with my jawclutches
I am so powerful that I could hold an opponent down with my jaws like a crocodile


Then my rhymes will catch you cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's
My lyrics are going to cut through my opponent like a knife, just like the sharp style of Tony Touch's scratching technique


Yeah, that's right y'all
Yes, everything I have said up until now is true


Who be coming on touching me, getting around me
People are trying to get close to me and copy my style


I'm a bomb you know what I'm saying
I am a powerful and explosive presence in the music industry


I'm ready to go off you know what I'm saying
I am ready to explode with greatness and power


So many motherfuckers out there talking shit, doing their little thing
So many people in the music industry are talking trash about their own skills and trying to make a name for themselves


It's cool you know what I'm saying, go ahead make you money
It doesn't matter to me if people are trying to make a name for themselves, as long as they are willing to pay me for my services


But don't you be coming around me perplexing playing like a bitch
Don't try to compete with me while acting confused and indecisive like a coward


Cause I can see your ass right through you know what I'm saying
I can see right through your facade and recognize your lack of skill


You're glass homeyboy, you're glass you know what I'm saying
You are fragile and easily breakable, like glass, and you will not survive my rap skills


Don't play me too close y'all
Don't attempt to get too close to me or mimic my style too closely, as I am unbeatable by anyone else


I don't think I like you too much you know what I'm saying
I am not pleased with your attempt to compete with me, as you are not talented enough to be worthy of the challenge


Always kicking it, doing what we do
I am constantly making great music and defeating my opponents with my rapping skills


Trying to act like us, trying to sound like us
People in the music industry are trying to mimic my style and copy my powerful rapping abilities


You're playing me too close motherfucker
You are attempting to get too close to my style and mimic my every move, which is not going to work in your favor


You need too step the fuck on back
You need to back off and stop trying to compete with me, as you are not worthy of the challenge


Take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from
Leave and go back to your own corner of the music industry, as you are not prepared to handle the great power of my talents


You're playing me way way too close you know what I'm saying
You are attempting to get too close to my style and mimic my every move, which is not going to work in your favor




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LARRY MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE, SENEN REYES

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