Cypress Hill - Psychodelic Vision Lyrics

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[Intro 4x] 
Lalalala-lala-lalala 

[B-Real] 
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid 
Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin 
Psychodelic visions would ensue 
My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate 
But I ??? ???, 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 
Something 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 
Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother 
Cos 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 that angle like Kurt 
But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt 
I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace, 
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis 

[Chorus 2x] 
(Lalalala-lala-lalala) 
I got my 9mm 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 

[B-Real] 
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 as my posse 
Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions 
Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension 
People turn around when you become a star it seems 
But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams 
They smile in your face and act like nothing'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 

Chorus: 

[B-Real] 
You know they smile in your face, 
You know they try to take space 
I let you punks know you ain't safe 
Cos 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 
The ????, 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, numbskull and Rick said it: 
It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded 

[Chorus 2x] 
You know they smile in your face 
You know they try to take space 
I let you punks know you ain't safe 
Cos you know you're just dead-weight

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