*featuring Barron Ricks
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"T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!"
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(Blast off!)
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[B-Real]
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Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
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Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
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Cause we warring
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All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line
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If anybody wanna get away hey
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I'll find your fuckin ass in due time
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Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
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Flippin over the gate, cause you can't wait
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to get your fuckin ass away
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But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this musrhroom cloud
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But you never wanna realize that I'm planted
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in your mind now
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Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound
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Let another motherfucker run up
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and I'll put your ass down (down)
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Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star
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Quick look around, you can't hide
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You just might die right where you are
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[Chorus: B-Real]
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AUDIO X...We gonna your blow your head up (up)
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Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
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Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
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Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the shit loud
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[Barron Ricks]
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Aiyyo whasup kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
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With these niggaz who be puffin on the Dutch
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Bustin guns, lay back in the cut
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Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin the green
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Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem
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From the streets where life ain't cheap
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Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you askin, "Who dat rappin?"
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We get all up inside your grill, with the skill
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Shoot to kill when it's time for action
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See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
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Better kiss that black ass goodbye
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when you try to play these wiseguys
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So who's complainin when we intensify the levels on the ryhme
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You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down
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Because we are the wild
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[Chorus]
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[Barron Ricks]
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"Audio terrorists
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Mic specialists
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About to blow this
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Blast off"
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[B-Real]
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Lookin in your eyes, I see your body bag figure
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Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
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Cause it's on nigga
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What you wanna do, you better pay close attention
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Let it be known, I control the zone
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beyond your comprehension
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Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
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Fuck and feed him, if they can't take a joke
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and get high
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I'm feelin lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
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So many people wanna hit my joint
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but they never got none
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Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time
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Niggaz better start growin they own
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They cannot fuck with mine
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Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
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Beginners better run back to the lab
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and practice for a while
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[Chorus]
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[Barron Ricks]
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"This has been another AUDIO X explosive
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Blast off!"
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Audio X
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Cypress Hill |