Un cubain a la voix particulière.
Un espèce de mélange rauque et sadique qui conviendrait parfaitement a un cartoon surréaliste, sans compter son bras droit Sen-Dog, cubain également.
B Real, s´ il n´ avait pas été attiré par la musique aurait pu continuer a braquer et flinguer pour son gang mais heureusement pour nous ( les fans au shotgun dans la main droite et au blunt dans la gauche) , un italien nommé Larry Muggerud, a.k. " Dj Muggs" l´ a sauvé d´ une destinée un brin trop violente.
Passons au matos, les titres phares :

-Cock the hammer. ( black sunday)
Un beat efficace, une basse somptueuse, a s´ écouter dans les moments sombres et pluvieux.

-Don´t trip. ( Compile Soul Assassins)
essayer pas de trouver mieux, y a pas en matière de rap.

-Locotes. ( temple of Boom)
Glauque et fumant, les sirènes résonnent.

-Rock Superstar. ( Skull and bones)
Pour tous les jeunes initiés qui croient savoir comment faire du rock.

-I love you Marry Jane. ( feat Sonic Youth)
Ca se passe de commentaires, surtout vu l´ accompagnement.

-Streer Wars. ( Till death do us part)
Ultime, ca fait monter.
A écouter avec un pur de skunk.

-En vrac : Psycho realm ( groupe formé par b real)
Pow-Wow/Confession of a drug addict/Mad visions
ils ont délirés sur les bases, même en tappant un sample de Jefferson Airplane.

-Lick a shot. ( black sunday)
Le chanteur nous raconte comment il s´ est prit une balle en plein poumon a cause d´ une enroule foireuse.

-Dr Greenthumb. ( IV)
Hello Dr Greenthumb ? encore un blunt.

-Clash of the titans. ( VI)
Flow tous azimuts, rien a faire.

-Bitter. ( Stoned Raiders).
Guitare et echo féminin, sublime.

-When the ship goes down. ( Black sunday)
You gotta be ready....

-Boom Biddy Bye Bye ( Fugees remix)
You say guns, I say pistola.....

Pour les connaisseurs qui ont continuer jusque la, sachez qu´ il existe une vidéo d´ une performance entre Cypress et les Beastie boys sur " So watcha want"....

16 men till there´s no men left :

Ladies and gentlemen
We would like to present to you
a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill

[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man´s list
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there´s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[Verse One: B-Real]

So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game
That´s bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine
But I´m taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer
This, one emcee he couldn´t deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill
Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme
like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow
I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source
Tried to get XXL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel

[B-Real] 16 men now there´s 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men now there´s 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[Verse Two: B-Real]

I´m trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save
your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin
That´s like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson
Ass-whoop all over the place, you can´t hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it
from the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The fuckin cynical shit brains
As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin flow
but you´re locked out, and the bomb´s about to blow

[B-Real] 16 men let me see who´s next
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there´s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[Verse Three: B-Real]

Twelve punks to go, who´s next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off
Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the money to overcome?
Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
Welcome to the 360, degrees
Pay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty
Aiyyo time´s up, you´re gonna end up seein visions
of everybody, you fucked over, you´re Scared Sober

[B-Real] 16 men till there´s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till there´s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go

[Verse Four: B-Real]

Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul
And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like Ass Miller, and that fuckin ex-dealer
Can´t forget the nigga who was down with the Hill-a
And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer
You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get smacked
like Trick Leo, now here´s your fuckin eulogy-o!

[B-Real] That was 16 men now there´s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men now there´s no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

LET IT RAIN

Fuck all y´all
I´m comin´ of the wall
I got a nigga from The Source
Swingin´ from my balls
Ughh!
Ya want me to set it
Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded
Let it rain
And jackin´ out fire
What you´re seein´ when I´m takin´ shit another level higher
Now it´s on
Ain´t gettin´ domed
Buckin´ all these niggas ´till they all gone
Now we can roll to the east side of town
And I´m lookin´ for a fat boy and a lotta ( state of clown)
You better move your ass to this MAC-11
Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7

" Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. Hey motherfuckas:
move back! Yo, B-Real.."

I´m the head-hunter
You goin´ under
Make a trophy
Call it the two-headed buster
On my mantle
Back in the temple
Givin´ up the family
Up and down Central
Butt bloody
Anybody
Lookin´ for a wide body
One body

Somebody
Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

I ain´t fallin´ off like Humpty-Dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on pump
And now I´m thumpin´ on ´em
Thumpin on ´em
See
Somebody, anybody scream
When I got the gatt with the big red beam
Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes
Now your chances are never
When you´re lookin´ at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can´t move further
Seven eighty one redruM with the Murder
Tie him up
Throw him in the trunk
Let the funk
Blow his earsdrums out
´Till he´s bleedin´
Then let´s get him weeded
It´s the phunk Buddha
Let me do the
Ceremony up with the hoota

And the shooter
Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

Some be testin´
Keepin´ ´em guessin´
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson

bon , c´est pas que j´aime pas cypress hill ( j´suis fan) mais y´a deja un topic dessus...

Hey don´t miss out on what you´re passing,
you´re missing the hootah of the funky buddah,
eluder of the fucked up style´s that get wicked
so come on as I start to kick it,
cause we´re like outlaws sridding while suckers are hiding,
jump behind the bush when you see me driving by´
hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some negros
acting kind of loco I´m just another local
kid from the street getting paid for my vocals.
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand

I be doing all the dumb shit yo
cause nothing is coming from it
I´m not gonna waste no time fucking around I got ya humming
humming coming at ya! then you know I had to gat ya!
time for some action just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run the interference
in to your sattle light shining a battle light
Sen got the gat and I know that we´ll gat you right
here´s an example just a little sample:
how could I just kill a man
one time tried to come in my home take my chrome
I said yo it´s on. take cover son or you´re assed out
how do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out
didn´t have to blast him but I did any way, young punk had to pay
so I just killed a man

here is something you can´t understand,
how I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man

It´s gonna be a long time before I finish
one of the many missions that I have to establish
to lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if you ain´t down
bullshit. say some punk tried to get you for your auto
would call the one time and play the rolemmodel?
No! I think you´ll play like a thug
next hear the shot of a magnum slug, humming coming at ya!
yeah you know I´m going to gat ya. How do you know where I´m at
when you haven´t been where I´ve been, understand where I´m coming from. While you´re up on the hill in your big home
I´m out here risking my dome, just for a bucket or a faster ducket,
just to stay alive yo I got to say fuck it.
here is something you can´t understand, how I could just kill a man.
here is something you can´t understand, how I could just kill a man.
here is something you can´t understand, how I could just kill a man.
here is something you can´t understand, how I could just kill a man.

Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can´t understand,
How I could just kill a man

How I could just kill a man
How I could just kill a man

il ap as une voix rauque au contreaire, c´est sen dog qui a une grosse voix B real il a une petite voix incisive . .

incisive, c´est ça
Une voix de cartoon déjanté

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L'album Black Sunday c'est un classique

Temples Of Boom

J'approuve Temple Of Boom !

Par contre j'ai halluciné en voyant ça :" -I love you Marry Jane. ( feat Sonic Youth) "