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 f**kin yellow comets runnin from the front line If anybody wanna get away hey I'll find your f**kin a*s in due time Run and seek shelter but you never will escape Flippin over the gate, cause you can't wait To get your f**kin a*s 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 motherf**ker run up And I'll put your a*s 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, [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 a*sa*sins, 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 a*s 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 f**k 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