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Official music video for “Blood On My Hands Again” by Cypress Hill
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Lyrics:
All you killers Devil’s gotten
I’m the guardian on this throne
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
From the darkest corners of the world with
(Demons, twisted suffering)
They tried to walk amongst the livin’, corrupt the kings that
(Dreams of nothing)
They see the man in the shadows, lights a fire, lookin’ for the one
Ridin’ on the pale horse, blade and head (Death has come)
Fear the reaper when you see his face, in this case, you’re lost
Wicked dreams of glory, tell me what your soul has cost
I’m the vengeance of the meek, with the hammer of the people
I’m the tip of the spear thrown by God (At the evil)
As I move upon the wicked through the mist with one objective
Send ’em back into the fire, then you gon’ be resurrected
Sickened soul taken quickly from the shell (From the Rollie)
Angels cryin’ up in Heaven for the path that I have chosen
As the wind blows swiftly, fire rises in the night
With my blade takin’ flight, souls are reachin’ for the light
Your favorite beat, go ‘head and get it
Tell ’em I’m the one who sent you
If the one who brings the rain and pose as evil that you men do
Heard the sounds of the trumpets blown, a king rises to the throne
God saved the king unless God wants me to bring him home
Stick the razor’s edge in the light, my blade is clean
Until it’s pressed against your neck, and now you’re eternal dreamin’
And only God could judge me for those things I had to clean away
The tidal wave, it came and washed every single thing away
And as I stray, lookin’ for the day the maker makes a plan
I’ll be lurkin’ in the shadow with your blood upon my hands
All you killers Devil’s gotten
I’m the guardian on this throne
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands, hands, hands
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Directed by DJ Muggs
Filmed in Joshua Tree and Los Angeles
Featuring Gonja Sufi
Listen to the official audio for “LSD (Interval)” by Cypress Hill
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Listen to the official audio for “Oh Na Na” by Cypress Hill
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Lyrics:
Oh na na, marijuana
Oh na na, smoke the ganja
Oh na na, marijuana
Oh na na, smoke the ganja
Off to them hills we go, lookin’ for another high, bless my soul
If I get too high, let me go
Then I wanna fly like an eagle, yo
I’m wanna run through those trees,
Choppin’ ’em all down, burn it, the breeze
And I’m at so much ease, feel like I’m floatin’ on the ocean
Please don’t fuck up my high
Chillin’ in the zone, in the dreams with my eyes shut
Wrap this joint so tight, dealing with my own type of lighter, what?
Don’t ask for a hit
Be careful what you ask for, you might get it
Wanna try my shit? Only connoisseurs can hang when I split it
Oh na na, marijuana
Oh na na, smoke the ganja
Oh na na, marijuana
Oh na na, smoke the ganja
Oh na na
I smoke the alcapulco], it make me go loco
I like the marijuana and I blaze up the ganja
Oh na na
If I stay in this lane,
Bitches better keep up or they gonna miss a train
You might try in vain, you ain’t gonna make it to the station
For all y’all missin’,
I’m wishin’ you could follow with the weed we dishin’ out
I make shit simple, we smoked all the most potent weed for the temple
There ain’t no example, here we cultivate for the mind and the mental
Just breathe that in
Listen, I don’t even know where to begin
You feel that urge?
Like a shock through the body and you gonna feel the surge
This shit is a verb, Like it took up too much room and my lifes all swerved
Oh na na, marijuana
Oh na na, smoke the ganja
Oh na na, marijuana
Oh na na, smoke the ganja
Listen to the official audio for “Pass The Knife” by Cypress Hill
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Lyrics:
Na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na
Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
Pass the knife, I’ma take your life
Seems I’m on a bad one, every night
More attention to the light
Burning up at the very touch, runaway train
I perform the ritual, take away all the pain
Free you from this life, from my hands I release you
With the end is what you pray for more than women to appease you
Another chapter starts and more darkness fills the ages
And another stage is set for many names upon the pages
I can sing you all the lullaby and nullify the threat to me
Then disappear, no one knows my whereabouts, presently
Blending with the masses, now I’m fittin’ in society
Hide behind the mask overwhelmed by the anxiety
In the middle of the street, and I got me a pistol
If you wanna see more all I gotta do is whistle
Ah, shit! Now you looking at a bloodbath
But queued motherfucker is the one who had to have that
Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better, better hit the floor when you hear the sound
Better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better hit the floor when you hear the sound
Rolling stone
Everywhere I go I can call it home
I have adapted to the elements to set the tone
Set the bar high, stars in your eyes
Far as I can see, I can see those little scars that you hide
You one of the rock gods
This is only the beginning
‘Cause the ghost is in the shadow
And this patience slowly ending
Sweat strippin’ down my face
As I’m waitin’ for the moment
When the metals fly blind, there’s no chances for atonement
It’s my life and I own it
Inside my sleeve and I’m shown it
I have skill to survive
All my life I didn’t know that
I’m the one you should look to
If your enemy shook you
I have the skill if you need it
My name don’t even repeat it
In the middle of the street, and I got me a pistol
If you wanna see more all I gotta do is whistle
Ah, shit! Now you looking at a bloodbath
But queued motherfucker is the one who had to have that
Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better hit the floor when you hear the sound
Listen to the official audio for “Jesus Was A Stoner” by Cypress Hill
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Lyrics:
Jesus was a stoner, uh-huh
Born in Southern California, uh-huh
Babylon on the corner, uh-huh
Why they try the stoner, uh-huh
I’m called the weed messiah
Rock your lighter
You transfixed with the spliff and your lips higher
Like smoke rises
Your sex is hightened
Inhale, embrace Mary, but don’t be frightened
I bring the God flower
Uplift the people
Holy sacrament communion, take and let me feed you
No superstitions and crucifixions or false prophets
Crosses burning in my hand, call it burned object
Smoke gathers like holy masses
Take a hit, pass it to the left, it’s in the passage
You know my disciples
This is a new revival
Judas rosen to the soil two in which to cycle
Smoking Mother Earth
Blessing is the herb
Mother Mary save us
Thankful for what you gave us
Roll it in my papers
Share it with my neighbours
High as scyscrapers
A cult of cultivators
We got the multitude
Our sisters and our brothers
How I break my bread
Like it’s the last supper
I’m the blood of stoners
I’m the higher after
Believe me, elevate
Hear the signs of laughter
I’ll be the greenest rapture
Stoned Jesus with the cleanest shatter
Some of demons has a dream depatcher
Get the screen capture
If you perceive this as a needless chatter
You need to hit a Stoned Jesus chapter
I’ll be the greenest rapture
Stoned Jesus with the cleanest shatter
Some of demons has a dream inspector
Get the screen capture
If you perceive this as a needless chatter
You need to hit a Stoned Jesus chapter
Heavenly father, please forgive us again
Heavenly father, please forgive us again
Listen to the official audio for “Stairway to Heaven” by Cypress Hill
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Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh oh yeah
I’m building my stairway, stairway to Heaven
But I keep finding no way back down
One more brick
One more to die, I probably won’t make it to Heaven
No singing no sad songs or kind words by the Reverend
No one sheddin’ tears with happy thoughts to think of
The suffering and pain, I bring the one you need to speak of
I’m a bad seed cultivated from anyone in need
I become cheap, one speed
Hit the target and leavin’ your souls free
Call up the night, you never stood a chance
Dance with the Devil, two hands on the metal
Two vans in the shadow, one man in the battle
So I slam, I could kill a man, put my foot on the throttle
Tomorrow is gone, headed for the border
No sorrow for those left in the wake of my disorder
My fuse is shorter than most men
Pre-game, you livin’ a dream
I send ’em all with no strings attached
I cut them off like a puppeteer, outta here, don’t ever see me again
I disappear, on the run, I live in isolation
These eyes in the mirror don’t like the men we facin’
When it’s over for me, the reaper surely waits
Standin’ with my victims, waitin’ by the Pearly Gates
Lookin’ like they locked me out, I’m lookin’ through the keyhole
Wishin’ I could be inside, the life for never me, no
Runnin’ ’til my numbers up but now my soul’s in Limbo
I look into the darkness while I’m starin’ out the window
And it goes
Saying one, two, shoot for the moon
Singing three, four, fallin’ back to the floor
[?] rise tomorrow gonna be another day
When you wake up in the mornin’, they’ll be plenty bricks to lay
Saying one, two, shoot for the moon
Singing three, four, fallin’ back to the floor
[?] rise tomorrow gonna be another day
When you wake up in the mornin’, they’ll be plenty bricks to lay
I’m building my stairway, stairway to heaven
But I keep finding no way back down
I’m building my stairway, stairway to heaven
But I keep finding no way back down
One more brick
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