Cypress Hill Cypress Hill / Catastrophe Lyrics

[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 s___ 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 s___ty 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 d___ world is mad at me
But I don't give a d___, 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 s___ 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 a__assin for the Cypress Team
I rhyme and sing and make b____es 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, d___ 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

(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 b____es
I got the medicine over the swallow b____es
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!!!