The Hill Poem by MIDGET MIKE

In the realm of smoke and rhymes, where legends rise,
“No Rest For the Wicked” a journey in disguise.
“Make A Move” is “Boom Biddy Bye Bye”
“Strickly Hip Hop” Do You Wanna Get High
From the “Prelude to a Come Up” to a “Stank Ass Hoe,”
A poetical track, wit the Cypress Hill flow.

Track one, the “Intro,” sets the vibe,
A journey through the streets where shadows hide.
“Another Victory,” a triumph proclaimed,
“Red Light Visions”, where dreams are named.

“Tequila Sunrise,” a western breeze,
L.A landscape, under palm trees.
“I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That,” a rebel’s creed,
“Temple Of Boom” spirit, in every lyrical deed.

“I Wanna Get High,” the herbal quest,
A joint of dreams, a laid-back jest.
“Lick a Shot,” lyrical ammunition,
DJ Muggz beats, a bold tradition.

“Cock the Hammer,” this rhythm tight,
In the record’s groove, a powerful delight.
“Lock Down” a moment’s pause,
Before “3 Lil’ Putos,” a rebel’s cause.

“Legalize It ” joints in the smoky air,
Sen Dogs anthem, a herbal affair.
“Hits from the Bong,” a portal event,
Jamming “Black Sunday” Baked getting bent

“What Go Around Come Around, Kid,” a streetwise spin,
In the city where the struggles begin.
“A to the K,” a gunshot sound,
“The Phuncky Feel One”, from the underground.

“Hand on the Glock,” watch the tension rise,
A tale of the streets, under red skies.
“Break ‘Em Off Some,” a sonic quake,
This that “Rise Up” B make no mistake.

“As the Record Turns,” a narrative unfolds,
We “Stoned Raiders” where the legends told.
“Latin Lingo,” a cultural blend,
“Till Death Do Us Part” without an end.

“When the Sh– Goes Down,” a street’s heartbeat,
“Insane in the brain”, where our stories meet.
“A to the K” echoes in the night,
As the record spins shorty Spark up your pipe.

All these “illusions” “How I Could Just Kill a Man,”
“Elephants On Acid”, a hip-hop plan.
Through smoke-filled tales and beats so grand,
In the vinyl grooves, Cypress Hill stands.