• Cypress Hill

    From Asiram@TEMP to ** ALL ** on Thu Jun 19 22:19:00 1997
    Cypress Hill: Insane in the Brain

    Who you trin' to mess with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?

    To da one on da flam
    boy it's tough
    I just toss that ham on the fryin pan
    like spam
    it's done when I come in slam
    damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
    don't make me wrek ya hectic
    wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric
    damn
    the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin'
    it's all over when go out drinkin'
    OH makin' my mind slow,
    taht's why I don't fuck wit da big four-oh
    bro, I got ta' maintain
    cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane

    chorus: insane in da membrane
    insane in da brain! (repeat 4x)

    Do my shit undercover
    now it's time for for the blubba
    blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
    fat boy on a diet
    don't try it
    I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot
    much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass
    leavin' your face in the grass
    you know
    I don't take a chulo
    lightly
    bitch just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me
    so kick that style, wicked wild
    happy face nigga never seen me smile
    rip dat mainframe
    I'll explain
    a nigga like me is goin' insane

    chorus

    Like Louie Armstrong
    played the trumpet
    I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
    I got ta get my props
    cops
    come and try to snatch my crops
    these pigs wanna blow my house down
    and undrground to the next town
    they get mad when they come to raid my pad
    and I'm out in the night blue scad
    yes I'm the pirate pilot
    of this ship if I get
    wit' the ultraviolet dream
    hide from the red light beam
    now do you believe in the unseen
    look, but don't make you eyes strain
    a nigga like me is goin' insane
    chorus