Tytuł: Catastrophe

• Wykonawca: Cypress Hill
• Wyświetleń: 315

[B-Real]
  I slay punks who don't know their own identity
  You spit my name and use it like an obscenity
  You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy
  You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly
  I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten
  You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten
  You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew
  Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue
  of what's about to happen - interaction
  Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction
  Hold tight, keep yourself together
  cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather
  
  [Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
  [B-Real]
  I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
  You set yourself up for catastrophe
  
  [Sen Dog]
  Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
  The whole damn world is mad at me
  But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
  All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
  How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
  Without you takin' it personally
  
  [Sen Dog]
  Ten, proper years of bringin' funk
  I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump
  I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump
  Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)
  I don't wanna be the King of the Sing
  Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team
  I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream
  They love that old South Side gangsta lean
  Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin'
  Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin'
  Look at hostile - ah, damn wild
  Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child
  Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar
  Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild
  
  [Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
  [B-Real]
  I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
  You set yourself up for catastrophe
  
  [Sen Dog]
  Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
  The whole damn world is mad at me
  But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
  All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
  How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
  Without you takin' it personally
  
  (10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!)
  
  [B-Real]
  I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers
  Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers
  I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches
  I got the medicine over the swallow bitches
  You play roles like an actor but get no oscar
  Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster
  You're just an imposter, you lost your composure
  Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure
  But you're in denial and still remain vile
  In a place within last style and senseless wild
  I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up
  That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper
  
  [Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
  [B-Real]
  I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
  You set yourself up for catastrophe
  I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
  You set yourself up for catastrophe
  I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
  You set yourself up for catastrophe
  I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
  You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!!
  
  [Sen Dog]
  Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be
  The whole damn world is mad at me
  But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be
  All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality
  How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"
  WITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY...