[b-real]

Funkmaster flex, is down with us

Krs-one, he's down with us

The wu-tang clan is down with us

Busta rhymes you know he's down with us

Naughty and fat joe are down with us

The maad circle are down with us

Def squad, is down with us

?dn's and mike m? are down with us

Dr. dre you know he's down with us

Julio g he's down with us

Sway and king tech, are down with us

Makin funky music is a must... i'm #1! *one echoes*



People still takin rappin for a joke

A passing hope, or a phase with the rope

Sometime i choke and try to believe

When i get challenged by a million mc's

I try and tell them, we're all in this together

My album was raw, because no one would ever

Think like i think, or do what i do

I stole the show, then i leave without a clue

Whattayou think makes up cypress hill?

Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking

Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid

Not by financial aid, but the break of hits

Causing me to take long trips

I'm the original, teacher of this type of style

Rockin off beat with a smile or smirk

Or chuckle, yet some are not up to

Cypress hill posse, so i love to

Step in the jam and slam, i'm not superman

Cause anybody can

Or should be able, to rock a turntable

Grab the mic, plug it in and begin

But here's where the problem starts, no heart

Because of that, a lot of groups fell apart

Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old school

Cause rap is still a brand new cool

I say no one from the old school cause rap on the whole

Isn't even twenty years old

Fifty years down the line, you can start this

Cause we'll be the old school artists

And even in that time i'll say a rhyme

A brand new style, ruthless and wild

Runnin around, spendin money havin fun

Cause even then, i'm still #1! *one echoes*



Soul assassin crew of course

Comes to express with styles galore

Ways of rhyming, old and new

Past and present, knock knock who is it?

A brand new style, rrrah time to change

People talk about me when they see me on stage

Live in action, guaranteed raw

I hang with the rich and i work for the poor

And after all you can say you saw

Cypress hill, stompin once more

I play it by ear, i love to steer

The fifty-seven bel air from here to there

I grab the beer, but not in the ride

Cause i'm not stupid i don't drink and drive

I'm not a beginner, amateur or local

My album is sellin, because of my vocals

You know what you need to learn?

Old school artists don't always burn

You're just another rapper whose had his turn

Now it's my turn, and i am concerned

About idiots, posing as kings

What are we here to rule, i thought we're 'sposed to sing

And if we are to sing, then let us begin to teach

Many of you are educated open your mouth and speak

A cypress hill soldier, is something like a total renegade

Except i don't steal i rhyme to get paid

Airplanes flyin, overseas people dyin

Politicians lyin i'm tryin

Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on

From bringin out the truth in the song

So c-h-p short for cypress hill production

Made a little noise cause the crew was sayin somethin

People have the nerve to take me for a gangsta

An ignorant one, somethin closer to a prankster

Doin petty crimes goin straight to penetentiary

But in the scale of crime that's really elementary

This beat is now compellin me, to explain the silence

Why my last jam was so violent

It's simple, cypress hill will teach reality

No beatin around the bush, straight up, just like 'my weed is free'

So now you know, a poet's job is never done

But i'm never overworked, cause i'm still #1! *one echoes*



Mc eiht, he's down with us

Big boy and ralph m are down with us

Refugee camp, is down with us

Khartoum and vigga v are down with us

Call o' da wild is down with us

Psycho realm, is down with us

Lifestyle car club is down with us

Makin funky music is a must, i'm #1! *one echoes*


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