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