Cypress Hill - Psychodelic Vision

I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin' dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin Psychedelic visions would ensue my view Feelin' the alter-states as they altered my fate But I [Incomprehensible], all that distorted shit brought it up I came short and couldn't afford to store it up So I began to record it on audio The autobiography of Luis Mario Somethin' that's unbelievable, inconceivable That half the shit I set out to do was achievable But alas, look at all the shit come to pass While we remained strong, others broke like glass 'Cause you lack style, and you need all the help brother 'Cause you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover This side up, for the celebrity Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity Oh, it's true, I got you in an angle like Kurt But don't go gettin' your fuckin' feelin's hurt I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin' out your dermis I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa You know me and you've grown with me And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me I'm hangin' out with the people of my posse Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions Spreadin' gossip like disease, creatin' lots of tension People turn around when you become a star it seems But others hate you all 'cause you've fulfilled all your dreams They smile in your face and act like nothin's wrong When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye? You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life? Take a deep one, and peep son Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa You know they smile in your face You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe 'Cause you know you're just dead-weight But at the present day they gettin' stalled out for some reason But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season Charged with high-treason, I'm easin' the blow never [Incomprehensible], that you're leasin', ain't gonna roll forever So think about that, is it worth the pain? When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain But you're thick-headed, numskull and rick said it "It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded" I got my 9 millimeter at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa I got my 9millimeter at my waist, papa I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa You know they smile in your face You know they try to take space I let you punks know you ain't safe You know they just can't wait You know they smile in your face