1. _ Audio X
"t-minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!"
(blast off!)
[b-real]
Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Cause we warring
All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line
If anybody wanna get away hey
I'll find your fuckin ass in due time
Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
Flippin over the gate, cause you can't wait
To get your fuckin ass away
But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this musrhroom cloud
But you never wanna realize that i'm planted
In your mind now
Cypress hill compound, you could hear the sound
Let another motherfucker run up
And i'll put your ass down (down)
Then i'll peal from your cap the cypress hill star
Quick look around, you can't hide
You just might die right where you are
Chorus: b-real
Audio x...we gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and i'll flip it any style
Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the shit loud
[barron ricks]
Aiyyo whasup kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
With these niggaz who be puffin on the dutch
Bustin guns, lay back in the cut
Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin the green
Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem
From the streets where life ain't cheap
Cypress hill, soul assassins, while you askin, "who dat rappin?"
We get all up inside your grill, with the skill
Shoot to kill when it's time for action
See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
Better kiss that black ass goodbye
When you try to play these wiseguys
So who's complainin when we intensify the levels on the ryhme
You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Because we are the wild
Chorus
[barron ricks]
"audio terrorists
Mic specialists
About to blow this
Blast off"
[b-real]
Lookin in your eyes, i see your body bag figure
Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Cause it's on nigga
What you wanna do, you better pay close attention
Let it be known, i control the zone
Beyond your comprehension
Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
Fuck and feed him, if they can't take a joke
And get high
I'm feelin lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
So many people wanna hit my joint
But they never got none
Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time
Niggaz better start growin they own
They cannot fuck with mine
Give me any record and i'll flip it any style
Beginners better run back to the lab
And practice for a while
Chorus
[barron ricks]
"this has been another audio x explosive
Blast off!"
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2. _ Tequila Sunrise
Intro: b-real and sen dog
B-real: mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
Pero que lo mueva con madre...
Sen dog: pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
El que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
Te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
B-real: pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
Tomamos no?... del gusano...
Sen dog: pa la salud!
B-real: pa la salud!... primero yo...
Sen dog: primero usted...
B-real: *grrrrrah!*
B-real and sen dog: *mexican yells*
B-real: 'hora 'hora... quien est?...
Sen dog: cometelo!
Verse one: b smooth
Word up, tequila style... eat the worm motherfucker
Tequila spice, hot nice
Feeling right, sipping on jose cuervo
Down in tiajuana, mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like babe ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As god is my witness, we got ditches
For all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like frank castle, motherfucker!
Chorus
Tequila sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)
Verse two: b-real
I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'til i met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad woof, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? getting your cup, i took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what i say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top
Chorus
Verse three: b-real
Tequila sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause i'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, i want it all
I recall the words from jesus, you are the juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but i never lie
Chorus
(music outro)
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3. _ Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig
[b-real]
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell em i love em, my mouth, hit the fried
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do i lay
Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today
So many different attitudes, that i come across
I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat
Bound gagged raped, i'm frustrated, i hate it
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie
Sometimes i gotta take a sniff so i can get by, why
Don't i get hurt, cause there go my nerves, i got the urge
To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a fuckin shame, i don't wanna live, i paint the wall
With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, i see it all
The eye of the pig
* dj muggs cuts and scratches 'this pig' from _pigs_ *
I've been on the force, over twenty years, i can say
That i'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers i put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Lookin through the eye of the pig, i see it all
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin
These days you can't tell who's-who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
Fuck, i need a drink, and i'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an aa meeting all gone wrong
I.a. got an eye, on my close friend guy
For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy
That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
Midnight, ? left on my shift
Think i'll get my dick sucked by this basshead bitch
My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpeonaed, now i gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Look into the eye of the pig, i see it all
... long interlude ...
Now i'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So i can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
Look into the eye of the pig, i'm all fucked
No longer can i determine, who's the criminal
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a fuck about me, i'm slippin
Into darkness, i'm comin to grips and feelin heartless
Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.."
.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position
Don't move, or i'm gonna blast your fuckin head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, i've heard about your raps
All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps
Ok, mr. freeload, get the fuck out of the truck
I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny
Hit the fuckin floor, i need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause
You find it funny? get that smile off your face
Motherfucker take this
*beatdown ensues as words fade*
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4. _ Steel Magnolia
Attendant: "that takes a fourteen shot clip
You expecting an army?"
Serpico: "no....just the division"
[barron ricks]
"yeah, once again, (that's right)
We about to attack this
(harlem inc, murder inc) yeah
(nicky bond)
Jimmy cagney type shit, nicky santoro
All my little short niggaz
Joe pesci and all that shit like this yo"
Fillin out the cards to your eulogy
Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it
That's what niggaz get for fuckin with this maniac depressive nigga
With aggresion, smith and wesson, in his possession
Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take
For short cake, we won't hesistate
I miss inhabitants who politic in residence for presidents
Across 110th, to 55th
My covenant is protected, i'm doministic
Survival principles my ethics, eastern philosophy's my method
Good samaritans need paremedics, so what's your premise
I hope you fuckin with glocks and fo' fifths
Wrath's napolean, so teach your origin, slash wrists
Shatter chins, and bust clips
Check it, "here is somethin you can't understand"
Steel magnolia
[b-real]
I got the steel magnum, braggin, leavin my toe tagged
As i get raggamuffin, no bluffin, the body bagged
Breaks all your bad habits, bad blood fanatics
Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static
Greed means that you die quick, click the vision
Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission
Seven cause you go to the heaven or hell and dwell
To meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell
Buckshots sting like bees, i smoke trees
On the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas
Take in the breeze, mr. freeze squeeze the trigger
Killa g's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy!
[barron ricks]
Steel magnolia
Magnificent guns bust when 'uzi weighs a ton'
And yo' glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips
Spells murder, sound synonymous to burner
Leave niggaz ass up, gaspin for air, front seats of truck
So who the fuck want me to press on they luck, bastard they son
When gats start to hum and whole crowds begin to run
Annihilation, destroyin all expectations
Have relatives embrace your harlem hopital, we all patient
5 foot 6, concealed steel, pop more grip
With fixed sights that drifted to right, triggers light
So relinquish son, i'm to the finish, and you acknowledge
Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it!
Steel magnolia
[b-real]
Steel magnolia, bury ya, six niggaz carry ya
To your final rest area
What you worried though, you ain't above that with a slug
And your chest beats, blowin out your back, take it easy
To your eulogy, open heart surgery
Emergency, 911, come in a hurry
From the hills to the polo realms, stackin the bills
I put you under my lo-lo, hit my switch, then kill
A bitch nigga steppin on my toes, fuck foes and hoes
Get stuck in the ass like pete rose
I suppose you wanna get wild and throw blows, you chose
To get you nose your broke, in a thick cloud of smoke
You're like a fat joint, i'm takin a toke, i'm like coke
But you ain't smilin, feelin erratic, a fuckin addict
To the dope shit, you better hope the shit stop
Smooth, holdin the glock, rockin the hot shit
[barron ricks]
Steel magnolia
Steel magnolia
Steel magnolia
Steel magnolia
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5. _ Dead Men Tell No Tales
[b-real]
Pam pa ra ra (4x)
Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets (yeah hit the floor nigga!)
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
And i'll fill you up with the energy the hill create
I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
Now i'm fuckin with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
In the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
For help, and all the fuckin yellin to is yourself
Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin
[sen dog]
Boo-yah!... come on, motherfucker
[b-real]
Pam pa ra ra (4x)
War pigs, you dig, see kickin out mr. big
Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (checkmate motherfucker!)
You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
Your head is, gettin fucked and i'm skippin the intercourse
Behold, the mic horse, you're takin a loss nigga
Got the nina ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin paper
Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator
The greater the risk you fuckin hater
Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
With the hi-lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season
[sen dog]
Nighty-night, mothafucka
[b-real]
Pam pa ra ra (7x)
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6. _ Checkmate
[sen dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherfucker
Hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!
Ha! yeah
Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
Like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and i jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels
For reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
Chorus: b-real, sen dog
(checkmate fool!) hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all
(checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall
* repeat 2x *
[b-real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for satan
You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped
To the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
To the new shit i bring, never the same hype
So push that shit off, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, fuckin with greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
When the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell
Chorus
(peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)
[sen dog]
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
The westside of l.a., so whatever
Punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
And elevate your frame, cause i want that
Big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor
[b-real]
My nigga sen's rollin again, remember when
We rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks
Chorus
[sen dog]
Checkmate fool!
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7. _ From The Window Of My Room
[b-real]
Now lately i've been findin myself, pourin my guts out
Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls
Of sleep, i can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop
Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn fuckin with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, i shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Of living it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it
Chorus: b-real
From the window of my room, i shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
The window of my room, i shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
[b-real]
From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across
The land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
Out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
No longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain
So punk me and i'll give you the world exact change
Or quote me and you're never the same, i claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever i roam is home to me
You shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness
Sadness to those appealin to any conflict
Lookin out my window pane, i see you fallin
What are you a man or a mouse, the house light
Shinin within, that's when you begin to live again
Chorus
[sen dog]
From my window i can see
Humanity, goin insane g
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the pride, you missed it
I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin
Find me in watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens i don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and i'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up
Chorus
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8. _ Riot Starter
[tv reporter 1]
"we understand all of the officers in the central division
Have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
To get into riot gear"
[tv reporter 2]
"ok, we have uh trouble breaking out here right now
Tensions are building
Uh, the police have just wrestled a couple of people to the ground"
("...police in riot gear...")
"the police are, uh, forming a long line now..."
[b-real]
In the year of ninety-eight, you can't wait
Niggaz been waitin on our release date
I know how to pick em up, stick em up
Everybody go crazy while i'm fuckin shit up
Who's on the floor, while the beats break
Hey ? feelin to catch a vibe, you buyin an e-ticket
To the unknown, hilltop feelin a lot drop
You gotta get the fuck out of the spot
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Good reigns over evil, how it be though
I'm doing it my way, like carlito
Taking over the whole scene, a bad dude, so
Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up
Break it up, shake it up. you better be wakin up
Riot....starter
Riot....starter
Come on
[sen dog]
"yeah...move it to the side
Cypress hill coming through once again
Check this out, this is for ninety-eight, nine-nine
Forever baby, come again now!"
[b-real]
People like talkin, but can't walk a mile
Puttin you down, but they can't bite a style
I start the riot up, fire it up
Watch the roof cave in, while i'm lightin the shit up
You want some more, fanatical, rhyme animal
Slammin your head, bangin the wall, it's all mechanical
Hear no, speak no, see no, but we know
Don't even try to breathe though, an amigo
Don't move unless you feelin the whole move
Like a bomb, gonna blow, i'm killin the whole room
Still no real souls, heal those through real shows
Broken, how your grill goes, you feel those
Then i pealed those off of the wall who got bombed
Cypress hill reignin supreme, we stand tall
People never answer their call, they fall slow
When the riot starts feelin the boom, you better roll
Riot...starter
Riot...starter
Riot...starter
Riot...starter
Come on
[sen dog]
"yo, get the fuck up out the stage
We gonna tear the roof up off this motherfucker
Yo, move the fuck out kid
We gonna tear this shit up
Hit that breakdown, homie!"
[b-real]
Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down
Riot gear on, they fiendin to get clowned
Watch as i throw my weight, they hesitate
While i'm circulatin the flow, movin through every state
Stay calm, play on, be gone, the teflon
No delay on the mission, i breathe calm
Who's gonna be the thrilla when i'm gone
Makin the scrilla, manilla, the don juan
Seek low, need no, info, the weed codes
Don't even try to think though, i'm a kilo
Dope shit, my position remains firm
Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm
Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it
When the stoned of soul comin to return
Riot...starter
Riot...starter
Riot...starter
Riot...starter
Come on
[sen dog]
"yo, get the fuck out of the way or get hurt man
You got to move motherfucker, you got to move
You gotta make shit happen
Yo, once again, this is sen dog
All the way from the soul assassins laboratory
Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahmsayin?
Big shout out, all the soul assassins across the country
Whereever you at, yo check this shit out
We comin hard baby, we bringin it live
We gonna burn that motherfucker down yo
Tryin to raise the roof, we wanna fuck it up
We wanna do whatever it is the fuck you call it
As long you get out the fuckin way, let cypress come through
Woooorrrdd, yeah
We gonna call this one...the riot, starter!
We wanna see that shit, everybody say that shit
Riot starteeerrrrr!
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9. _ Lightning Strikes
"attention all personnel
The time has come!
Attention all personnel
Attention all personnel"
"the world's famous
The world's famous
Cypress, cypress hill
The world's famous
Cypress hill
Cypress hill
Cypress, cypress hill
The world's famous
Cypress hill
Cypress, cypress hill
The world's famous"
"attention all personnel
Attention all personnel"
"the soul assassin button has now been activated"
"the time has come!
Attention all personnel
Cypress, cypress hill
The time has come!"
[sen-dog]
Ain't taking, nobody back with me
It's on till the end with anybody who want to hit me
Ain't looking back, putting it all on the line
Don't give a fuck, bring the rough one time
And i think we should all get down and busy
Say the four word and you spin until your dizzy
Niggas say who is he, but i'm the ? fact
Same fool that's watching, is the one who stabs your back
So, make a plot, but yo, it's non-stop
Knowing exactly who comes on the block
Take no prisoners, put that in effect
Get the name from your set, and tat it on your neck
Let these know motherfuckers know who got next
Southside represent, i be catching wreck
And show your respect, when you step up to me son
Don't imitate, cuz my style ain't in season
Go back to the lab, upgrade the chump
Get a new ? gun before you get dum dum
[b-real & sen-dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, deep in the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
[b-real]
Take a ride
When lightning strikes, city lights are gleaming
No sunshine, no california dreaming
The demon is roaming on the loose, you got juice
Up for abuse, when electric currents are induced
?, rock on, the brain waves
What you clocking, i be dropping the bomb, you getting maimed
The games you play, look up and say you want to change
And rearrange, the strange, you never go the way
Don't look back, forget that, you need that
Just sit back, look at the show, and see that
Display the raw power, black out
Even the score, open the door, and break out
Leave it alone, the unknown fury, blind rage
Move aside, get wise and make the front page
Center stage, you ?, and leave with
Go suffer the pain, leave us alone, or be fixed
The heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure
Look at you stuck in the mud, bring in the stretcher
Strapped down, ready to roll, the god knows
Tears coming down, the bucking, so ? slow
[b-real & sen-dog]
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
Meltdown, taking you home, the unknown
Countdown, hitting the ground, the seeds grown
Downtown, hitting the alley, the dark night
Get's slit up, when lightning strikes
Get up!
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10. _ Clash Of The Titans
Zeus: "make certain that no stone stands
That no creature crawls
I command you to let lose the last of the titans"
"it's time to strike!"
[b-real]
Let the rain pour down from god above
With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood
Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein
With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks
Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm
The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm
With the uniform of my sworn enemies
You raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease
Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take
Can lead to the math that the master's break
The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss
Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and god's law
Look in the stars, aligned with sign and mars
Destruction, what's your function, you roll with god
"attention" 2x
[b-real]
The soul of the master's elements, disaster
Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster
The blade swings, slashing your throat
The vision's on the mission, seeking the note
Dropping the bomb, by remote
Load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys
The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves
Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough
Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost
Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight
Hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night
The eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide
No cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise
And to clash
"attention" 2x
[b-real]
God's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling
Beheading the dead souls, who runaway from their calling
Behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case
Every corner of the world, the battle is taking place
Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire
Resume, from the temple of boom, and seek higher thought
Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot
With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked
The clash rages on, people remain calm
Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad
You can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed
And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell
When the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell
Celebrate now, put the blades to rest
No wickedness, only the blessed will hold down
"attention"
"you creating hysteria"
"attention" 2x
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11. _ Prelude To A Come Up
[mc eiht]
Geeyeah, soul assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, cypress hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..
Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the som-brero
To any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey b-rizzy in mexico city
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, i need a hideout til..
Cool, homey, i'll bring some fuckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird i'm free, in a land
With no fuckin extradition treaty, i'm out, geyeah
"shit is real on the motherfuckin hill god" (2x)
"with the crew from off the hill"
[b-real]
B-really killin the phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
Got my main man, mr. rocho kickin the vocals
From the eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
From the two g's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, i'm mad lib
And i wanna live and i'm givin the message droppin the lesson
Flippin shit, and i'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
"shit is real on the motherfuckin hill god" (4x)
"with the crew from off the hill"
[mc eiht]
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes east coast/west coast, anybody killer!
Soul assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
Tryin to send me to the penetentiary
[b-real]
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin i'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
And leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers
"shit is real on the motherfuckin hill god" (5x)
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12. _ 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
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13. _ (goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose
[b-real]
I got nothin to lose, i'm goin all out
The deuce never stop, i refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right
Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light
Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride
When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy club show me no love, think you above
All the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close
Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label
You got nothin to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
With the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
Sword blade swingin you back off away
And the track off the real, straight off the hill
What the deal motherfucker?
Chorus: b-real, sen dog
I got nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
Nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out
(i'm goin all out) nothin to lose (i'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
[sen dog]
I'm goin all out, showin y'all what i'm about
Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out
Takin this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained
All out my system, take em, and then i twist em
Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em
As you fold i'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
Y'all get the picture, just call mr. excitement
Comin with the thunder and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
So i keep the writing, down for the fighting
Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
And let me take space up, heat your face up
I'm goin all out, before the raise up
Chorus
Come on, come on
[b-real]
I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out
In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin
You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin
Expression, feelin the tension over the session
The question, fillin your body with intention
Don't mention the profession, keep adressin
The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention
I'm goin the fuck out, smith and wesson
You better stall me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be settin the pace
When you look up i'm gone and never left a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of furies
Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got nothin to lose so i gat fools with this
Chorus
[sen dog]
Oh yeah, cypress hill massive once again
Comin to your record shop
Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners
We choppin heads off
And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby
This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium
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14. _ Feature Presentation
[barron ricks]
My flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous
For wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers
Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous
Ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions
Of fortune shit, shittin on your asr-10 sequence
Fuckin up the disc
These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves
When i swerve i'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves
Hear the thunder then i melt the frozen tundra, sank titanics
Crack solid granite, initiate global panic
Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks
These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break north
My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when i'm high
I pull the trey in your insides, i strike blindside
Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal
In prison whose an individual lose that struggle
My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble
Ready to shed blood up in the jungles
Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent
Cypress, worldwide!
[b-real]
I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope
To hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote
Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil
When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil
The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties
Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt
When they get burned and smoked, put out and used up
Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up
Abuse them up, usin the nut, i'm usin buck
Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts
Cypress hill, soul asassins, all up in the club
Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz
Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins
Like a junkie, fuckin with 'ron and cocaine
Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned
By the world renowned, cypress compound!
[chace infinite]
Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides
Of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell
In the dark black abyss, chace infinite kicks
Rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips
I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth
My order in the elements in the universe
My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate
Like pushin your face straight through a window pane
With twenty bars, i'm sinister god, administer pain
To your paragraph it ain't hard, see i studied the life-science
For years in this, doin songs with my indigineous
Peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland
The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light
In your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career
Stand clear, i stand firm on solid ground
Pump blood sweat and tears, verbal architect, engineer
Shiftin your ear, to cypress hill, you wack niggaz
Caps is peeled, the scientific soul asassin
We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines
Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin
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