Cypress Hill

[fox69]

"Can't Stop Won't Stop"

"Can't Stop Won't Stop"


[B-Real]
Watch me attack the brain with dope lyrics
The broadcast worldwide don't can't you hear it
Everywhere you look around nothin' but soldiers
Sickside do or die big money holders
I know you, you got a chip on your shoulder
Walk around talkin' like your runnin' shit's over
Never hesitated to the fray take suckers out
Roll 'em up smoke 'em and take those fuckers out
I don't follow I got the hollow point shell
With these swell headed busters yo I ring bells
You don't know me I bring the streets where you livin' at
Killers hustlers and thieves remember that
Makes no difference to me my strategy
Seek the enemy crush 'em into a memory
Say a prayer
Then spit on his grave, crack slayer
Layer the flows the players and hoes
Awaken the pros forsakin' the foes
Rakin' the dough breakin' the shows
For stickin' my nose tu te onas
Don't wanna follow but you wait on us
Break a leg for my weight when you fake on us
'Cause the two faced bitches can't gain my trust

[Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
And you can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop

[Sen Dog]
Nothin' you can do when a crew cut you open
Go and take a hit third eye but I be scopin'
I fuck around and say some shit leave ya frozen
Niggaz are scared of shit like they broken
See I go buck wild when I bust a style
You can't fade this man from the tropical isle
So damn versatile I'm mad I never smile
So take this here and stick it in your file
Never been a man or woman to get over
Her she'll be catchin' a bus with that stroller
Him he'll be tastin' my fist when I roll the
Two face sucker down the roll I'm supposed to
Soak what they say that's the wrong way to play
But intallas goin' down know what I sayin'

[Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
Huh!

[DJ Muggs scratchin']

[B-Real]
You can't stop the bum rush crushin' those bitches
I've dropped the death touch put you outta business
Everybody wanna do the shit that we do
We're the live feature you're the preview
See you on the battle ground better bring two
Time for subtraction punk this means you
Give me your bag of weed so I can chill out
If you're blind then you gotta feel what Real's about
Explore whither in to the unknown
Roll deeper in the battle zone find your way home
We hold heat high streets play the monopoly
Watch these soldiers here break you off properly
Heave it your ass off the mic my property
Watch these soldiers here break you off properly


[Chorus : B-Real & Sen Dog]
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
You can't stop and you don't stop
Huh!

 

[fox69]

"Carry Me Away"
(feat. Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park)

"Carry Me Away"
(feat. Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park)



[24 seconds instrumental]

[B-Real + (Mike Shinoda):]
I was an outcast, outsider. - Trouble maker;
A lost soul! - Outta control in danger.
Didn't have a care in the world, my feeling were numb
Never showing emotion, it's easy for some.
I don't know how it happened? How I got to this point?
But I needed a way out; I was stuck in a ploy.
I needed another path or I'd self destruct
I was down on my luck; my head was so fucked!
A menace rollin' the streets is what I was
Holdin' my heat and rollin' with the serious thugs
You couldn't tell me a thing, I was like my brother,
Words went in one ear and out the other.
Slangin' and bangin' - with a chip on my shoulder.
"An insane, hit the brain! " [echoes] Certified street soldier!
So close to the grave, [echoes] (Oh!)
You at an early age, can't tell you the price I've paid!

[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]
Oh the sky overhead, it's like - a canvas of grey.
I don't know how much time I'll be given to stay.
From the first spring of light, 'til the end of the day
I'm just livin' my life, 'til they come carry me away!

[Sen Dog + (Mike Shinoda):]
I've been there in LA nights in the block where I came up
My pops used to hate when we hanged with them bangers.
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from. [echoes]
"Fight, don't run! " is the motto we live by
Get 'em on the ground and stomp a mind about ten times!
Sure we was just kids back then
I had no remorse for what we did back then. [echoes]
Six of us, one call, we'd all pack in
Hit the strip, and go and get the shit crack in!
Gun wars, and drug deals, I seen 'em happen.
When I started losin' homeboys, I wasn't laughin'! [echoes]
I looked all around and seen none of 'em there!
That's when I figured out - that nobody cared!
If we lived or die; we'll just get high and ride (Oh!)
And I wasn't gonna let this happen one more time!

[Chorus]

[B-Real:]
My mother would stand for me every step of the way
She did not judge me! She told me I'd win some day!
When I was at my lowest - when I had no focus
She pulled me out the gutter, said I wasn't hopeless
Every night she prayed for me I was out on the street
Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat!
Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes
It's an every day hazard when you hustle for dough!
So many nights I didn't come home, she thought the worst
Maybe somebody shot me down without any remorse.
Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell
Well I regret all those time that I put her through hell!
When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches
And everybody I lost or let down, I wish I could take it
All back and make it better but I can't, so I try to make amends
And be there, through thick and thin!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Mike Shinoda]
Come carry me away!
Come carry me away!
Come carry me away!
Come carry me away!

 

[fox69]

"Case Closed"

"Case Closed"


Motherfucker with one little single
Three or four cammie's under your belt
One good game gonna put you in the hall of fame
Motherfucker, nahmean?
Got one hit, you think you an all star baby
Ha, you sure got somethin' to learn, rookie ass nigga
It's the big hill baby, stand strong motherfucker, what?
Don't trip when you hit the lunatic, transmit, aw, shit
Break it down for the bitches and don't slip
You wish, get a grip, you talkin' with loose lips
Runnin' your mouth, give you a tip, eat a dick
Huffin' and puffin now you the man, understand this
Dumb motherfuckers explode up in the push persist
Keep movin' with no lyrics, your spirit's broke
Sounds like you got a dick caught in your throat
Huh, hit wood a takin you under a down low
Shitting on your one single and carry o's
Hold up, let me slow down the catch up
Before you open up your mouth for the kick to the gut
Pure breed, raw killer, rhyme thriller
Spit fire like Godzilla, the mad willer
Swingin' over the beat, you ready, hold steady
You come across, biting the bullet and be the boss
Hard, sit cars, you wanna floss guitars quick
You rapping like you wrapping your lips around my dick
Nobody told me to stop until I bust in your face
Got your rhyme puffy, sprayin' the mace, the case closed
Expose the whack nigga who chose to pose high
Figure burial, up in the hills, the gravedigger, nigga
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed
Rookies got a single, they think they all pro's
Not one album mounting, they thinkin they got close
I rock shows, tell me what you know about those?
I'm annihilating all of my foes, the case closed

 

[fox69]

"Catastrophe"

"Catastrophe"


[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...

 

[fox69]

"Checkmate"

"Checkmate"


[Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherfucker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha! Yeah

Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while

[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall

[repeat 2X]

[B-Real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
To the new shit I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell

[Chorus]

(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)

[Sen Dog]
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
the Westside of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor

[B-Real]
My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Checkmate fool!

 

[fox69]

"Certified Bomb"

"Certified Bomb"


[B-Real]
Call me the serial rhyme killer
Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga
Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
Cause my mic told me to do it cause you wasn't a true soldier
Fake bustas get hit with the clusterbomb
You're a hotdog with no mustard, you're flusterd, I'm calm
Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up
Tagging you toe, zipping you up
Clipping you up, mic-cord tripping you up
You're in the dark with no light
and wishing a nigga had lit you up
So much for wishful thinking, you're body's stinking
You're sinking into the hole and I'm at the top winking at ya

[Sen-Dog]
Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban Puertoricans all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out

[B-Real]
Call me imperial beatslayer
All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player
Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
I'm taking the torch and burn Puffy-music for canivalry
That'll teach you I beat you on every plain
Ain't no other way to reach you, I reach you with pain
Shred you into pieces using the tigerclaw
I'm a cold nigga you need more than a lighter to thaw
Me and my lyrical Iceberg suckers are panic
Fuck what you head I brought down the Titanic
So can it and shut it, I wrote it and bust it
because it never gonna be safe for wack niggas I don't trust 'em

[Chorus]

[Sen-Dog]
Call me superior showstopper, your hiphop legacy
Claim us to remember we break you off proper
Oh you got a short memory? You wanna render me?
Harmless and surrender me for the fucking enemy?
I won't let ya I bet ya I reign supreme
Make your fans forget ya search ya in front of your team
Make a nigga smoke a ounce and bounce over the rhythem
And hit em and get another suck and hit em with venom
Nigga my name is Sen and I'm real while you're pretending
Suckers with no style I hope you get offended
So I can lock your ass up with my jawclutches
Then my rhymes will catch you cause they're sharp like Tony Touch's

[Chorus]

[Sen-Dog]
Yeah, that's right y'all
Gonna smash you in the face
Who be comming on touching me, getting around me
I'm a bomb you know what I'm saying
I'm ready to go off you know what I'm saying
So many motherfuckers out there talking shit, doing their little thing
It's cool you know what I'm saying, go ahead make you money
But don't you be comming around me perplexing playing like a bitch
You know what I'm saying
Cause I can see your ass right through you know what I'm saying
You're glass homeyboy, you're glass you know what I'm saying
Don't play me too close y'all
I don't think I like you too much you know what I'm saying
Always kicking it, doing what we do
Trying to act like us, trying to sound like us
You're playing me too close motherfucker
You need too step the fuck on back
Take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you come from
You're playing me way way too close you know what I'm saying

 

[fox69]

"Child Of The West"
(feat. Roni Size)

"Child Of The West"
(feat. Roni Size)



[B-Real]
I traveled many miles above the dark road ahead of me
Obstacles in front of me but I kept movin' steadily
Enemies wanted to face off, grip the fingers threaten me
But I ain't goin' out grip and sit firm and readily
I'm a child of the wild west keepin' you guessin' constantly
Usin' this lumen and y'all don't know how to respond to me
It's simple, keep ya mouth shut I don't care what ya want from me
Pump up the volume so ya eardrums are rattlin'

[Hook x2]
Hurt em' then I murdered them
Think that's competition cause I've never heard of him
I hurt em' then I murder them
If they come runnin' up I make them hurt again

[B-Real]
Your rhymeness and blindness, just find out who was rhymeless
The shit weighs out in a month, the loss goes on timeless
Ya rolled into crimeless, aggravated and shineless
I designed this for the lost who need to find this
The blind baby and maybe you need someone to lead you
Stop actin' like an infant, I'm tired of force feedin' you
You can't keep runnin' from the destiny that's meetin' you
It's your own soul, your own ghost that keeps beatin' you

[Hook x2]

[Sen Dogg]
Pump up the volume so ya eardrums are rattlin'
This is just a warning before I begin battlin'
Unsensible with ya actions with ya tractions
I'm facin' the methodical, serial rhymes in my state
Meets periodical, we're in a hostile, colossal
Situation and it's possible to get from the bust, bust, bust
From penetration, lyrical blows
You cynical hoes are speechless

[Hook]

[Sen Dogg]
The psychological, projectile article missionary
Start to realize what the fuck in speech is scary
It's diabolical, straddle on top of you
When mister rebels spray levels of melodical
With doses of venom, big toke go hypnotic
Go for broke cause if ya lose control ya end up in the hospital
Incomprehensible, unconventional, go go go
From eventual tactics

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Cisco Kid"
(feat. Method Man, Redman)

"Cisco Kid"
(feat. Method Man, Redman)



We gonna get you high [whispered in background x6]
Let's get high [whispered in background x2]

[B-Real]
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you got endo, hold your breath
Spittin on the track with Red and Meth
Holdin up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin assassin from Cypress Hill
We think she's just resonated?
Fillin my brain till it's saturated
When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin at the rainbow high and faded
You saving that bump(??), then isolate it

[Method Man]
Is there a Doctor in the house?
We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin hot, exciting
Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother

[Chorus]
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea

[Cypress Hill]
Yea, send all, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Soul assasins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
Get tus vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong

[Redman]
Yo, call me that Doctor
P-Funk or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
Move out my way cuz, cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand in the world
Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
Don't shoot nobody
What you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a bomb to your mouth
Till you wired up
Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
And said “Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on?”
I said “Hey motherfucker, why do you want some?”
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga want to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight.. BITCH!

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Clash Of The Titans"

"Clash Of The Titans"


[Zeus:] "Make certain that no stone stands
That no creature crawls
I command you to let lose the last of the Titans"
"It's time to strike!"
[B-Real]
Let the rain pour down from God above
With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood
Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein
With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks
Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm
The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm
With the uniform of my sworn enemies
You raped and pillaged my city, and spread disease
Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take
Can lead to the math that the master's break
The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss
Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours, and God's law
Look in the stars, aligned with sign and Mars
Destruction, what's your function, you roll with God
"Attention" [2x]
[B-Real]
The soul of the master's elements, disaster
Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster
The blade swings, slashing your throat
The vision's on the mission, seeking the note
dropping the bomb, by remote
Load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys
The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves
Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough
Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost
Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight
Hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night
The eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide
No cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise
And to clash
"Attention" [2x]
[B-Real]
God's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling
Beheading the dead souls, who runaway from their calling
Behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case
Every corner of the world, the battle is taking place
Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire
Resume, from the Temple of Boom, and seek higher thought
Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot
With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked
The clash rages on, people remain calm
Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad
You can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed
And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell
When the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell
Celebrate now, put the blades to rest
No wickedness, only the blessed will hold down
"Attention"
"You creating hysteria"
"Attention" [2x]

 

[fox69]

"Cock The Hammer"

"Cock The Hammer"


I'm a chicken hawk (On a chicken-hunt), huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk-ass victim(punk that's tweakin')
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like bones (cones)
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again

I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus
Hear me growl: Grrra! Howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl

I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah homes I'll wet ya (Yeah home direct ya)
Bury them bones
Under my home and

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!

With (Take) my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
Of (On) the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Jump into gear and (Droppin' the geran)
Just realize what you're hearin'

The cannon's soundin' (cannon sounded)
That's my companions surroundin' (companion: surrounded)
As my crew comes pounding (bounding)
It's (As) the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin

Bust that (Busted!)
You're a red beard with a musket
Better duck (talk) quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
Yes I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that ass cause punk I'll brand it

With my (a) steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo
Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The Hill got the steel (skill) for the static like brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk
Gimme room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a gun (Glock) go `click' like a camera?