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the celebrity\nWho lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity\nOh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt\nBut don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt\nI spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,\nI pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis\n\n(Chorus 2x)\n(Lalalala-lala-lalala)\nI got my 9mm at my waist, papa\nI got my shotgun in the escalade, papa\nIf you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa\nI don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa\n\n(B-Real)\nYou know me and you've grown with me\nAnd if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me\nI don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me\nI'm hangin out with the people as my posse\nUsed to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions\nSpreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension\nPeople turn around when you become a star it seems\nBut others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams\nThey smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong\nWhen you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your\nsongs\nWhy don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye?\nYou afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?\nTake a deep one, and peep son\nRetribution comes around more than once, like a re-run\nYou're a cheap one to kill, so steep son\nYou're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son\n\nChorus:\n\n(B-Real)\nYou know they smile in your face,\nYou know they try to take space\nI let you punks know you ain't safe\nCos you know you're just dead-weight\nBut at the present day they gettin stalled out for some\nreason\nBut not from me, because it's punk-hunt season\nCharged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never\nThe?, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever\nSo think about that, is it worth the pain?\nWhen you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain\nBut you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:\nIt was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded\n\n(Chorus 2x)\nYou know they smile in your face\nYou know they try to take space\nI let you punks know you ain't safe\nCos you know you're just dead-weight","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.80] (Intro 4x)\n[00:05.88] Lalalala-lala-lalala\n[00:10.96] (B-Real)\n[00:12.08] I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid\n[00:13.14] Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin\n[00:16.18] Psychodelic visions would ensue\n[00:18.22] My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate\n[00:21.25] But I?, all that distorted shit brought it up\n[00:24.36] I came short and couldn't afford to store it up\n[00:27.31] So I began to record it on audio\n[00:29.45] The autobiography of Luis Mario\n[00:32.45] Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable\n[00:35.53] That half the shit I set out to do was achievable\n[00:38.68] But alas, look at all the shit come to pass\n[00:40.64] While we remained strong, others broke like glass\n[00:43.79] Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother\n[00:46.82] Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:\n[00:48.84] This side up, for the celebrity\n[00:50.98] Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity\n[00:55.05] Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt\n[00:57.03] But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt\n[01:00.13] I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,\n[01:03.18] I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis\n[01:06.25] (Chorus 2x)\n[01:07.15] (Lalalala-lala-lalala)\n[01:10.17] I got my 9mm at my waist, papa\n[01:12.02] I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa\n[01:12.91] If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa\n[01:14.01] I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa\n[01:16.05] (B-Real)\n[01:17.07] You know me and you've grown with me\n[01:30.22] And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me\n[01:34.22] I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me\n[01:36.33] I'm hangin out with the people as my posse\n[01:39.31] Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions\n[01:41.47] Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension\n[01:44.52] People turn around when you become a star it seems\n[01:47.53] But others hate you all cos you've fulfilled all your dreams\n[01:50.53] They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong\n[01:52.58] When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your\n[01:55.65] songs\n[01:56.69] Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye?\n[01:58.64] You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your life?\n[02:01.79] Take a deep one, and peep son\n[02:02.87] Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run\n[02:06.88] You're a cheap one to kill, so steep son\n[02:08.88] You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son\n[02:11.90] Chorus:\n[02:13.03] (B-Real)\n[02:21.07] You know they smile in your face,\n[02:37.26] You know they try to take space\n[02:39.36] I let you punks know you ain't safe\n[02:42.31] Cos you know you're just dead-weight\n[02:44.34] But at the present day they gettin stalled out for some\n[02:48.32] reason\n[02:49.47] But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season\n[02:50.51] Charged with high-treason, I'm easin the blow never\n[02:53.55] The?, that you're leasin, ain't gonna roll forever\n[02:56.68] So think about that, is it worth the pain?\n[02:58.53] When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt your brain\n[03:01.69] But you're thick-headed, numbskull and Rick said it:\n[03:04.75] It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded\n[03:06.76] (Chorus 2x)\n[03:07.81] You know they smile in your face\n[03:30.98] You know they try to take space\n[03:34.07] I let you punks know you ain't safe\n[03:37.09] Cos you know you're just dead-weight\n[03:39.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders - psychodelic vision\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 267363\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Intro 4x)\n  start_ms: 4800\n  end_ms: 5880\n- text: Lalalala-lala-lalala\n  start_ms: 5880\n  end_ms: 10960\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 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brought it up\n  I came short and couldn't afford to store it up\n  So I began to record it on audio\n  The autobiography of Luis Mario\n  Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable\n  That half the shit I set out to do was achievable\n  But alas, look at all the shit come to pass\n  While we remained strong, others broke like glass\n  Cos you lack style, and you need all the help brother\n  Cos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:\n  This side up, for the celebrity\n  Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity\n  Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt\n  But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt\n  I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,\n  I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis\n\n  (Chorus 2x)\n  (Lalalala-lala-lalala)\n  I got my 9mm at my waist, papa\n  I got my shotgun in the escalade, papa\n  If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa\n  I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa\n\n  (B-Real)\n  You know me 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shit!)\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\nYou don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\n'91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene\nThree crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed\nTalkin' about life on records was the whole plan\nSo we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*)\nThat was about the time we was openin' up for? loyalty?\nDidn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party\n\n'92 (*echoes*) a year later, 'bout a million records sold\nFrom doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the road\nBuildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom\nTakin' pictures for High Times, three months (?)\nChillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weed\nBut it was time to hit the studio for another LP\n\n'93 (*echoes*) Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim\nHad a monster hit from Insane In The Brain\nTopped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot\nIt was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it\nin rap music, but it was a feat none the less\nSo we started gettin paid and I stopped smokin' STRESS!\n\nYou don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\nYou don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\n'94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many tours\nWith Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many more\nWas even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block\ncalled up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked\nHow could all this happen at 24 years of age?\nHalf a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage\n\n'95 (*echoes*) I was alive and survived so far (*\"(Rap) Superstar\"\nxylophone*)\nStill tryin' to cope with bein' a Rap Star\n'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental\nThis was evident, in the way I broke the tempo\nWith confusin,(\"I'm havin' Illusions\") pain, and (?) illusions\nBut I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (yeah)\nEven the record company, they became illusive\nWhen it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution\n\n'96 (*echoes*) wit' no support we were still makin' moves\nCypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves\nBut like every legend every click, someone had to split\nSo the Dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick\nI was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies\nbut the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'\n\nYou don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\n'97 (*echoes*) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud\nBetween us and Cube, over shit nobody knew\nThe Dog came back home (*barking*) but after Smokin' Grooves 2\nChillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu\nThis was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo\nNiggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms\n\n'98 (*echoes*) was kinda great, cos it felt just like before\nWe hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV\nBut someone dropped the ball, as I still recall\n'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all\nWe did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen\nand the old chemistry, just reared it's head again\n\n'99 (*echoes*) I got to recline, because there was no doubt\nThat the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out\n'99 was even better than the year of '98\nand Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate\n\nTWO-thousand! (*echoes*) 15 million records sold\nThey broke the mould, but there's others along the road\nBut we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis\nDroppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish\n\nTwo-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) Goddamn, who knows what's in store?\nJust as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door\nWe remain unjaded and still we go unfaded\nSee how long we made it and never ben outdated\n\nWe ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!)\nYou don't know (?) ((?) time Cypress Hill)\n(Motherfuckin' renovaters up here)\n\nYou don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\n(It's the REEEEAAAAL!)\nNigga, nigga\nNi-ni-nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)\n[00:02.81] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[00:05.44] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[00:08.12] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[00:10.87] You don't know no real shit, nigga (it's the real shit!)\n[00:13.71] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[00:16.15] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[00:18.88] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[00:21.33] '91 (*echoes*) Cypress Hill burst upon the scene\n[00:24.09] Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed\n[00:26.75] Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan\n[00:29.46] So we put out The Phuncky Feel, (?) and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN! *echoes*)\n[00:32.21] That was about the time we was openin' up for? 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(*echoes*) 15 million records sold\n  They broke the mould, but there's others along the road\n  But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis\n  Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish\n\n  Two-thousand and one! (*Echoes*) Goddamn, who knows what's in store?\n  Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door\n  We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded\n  See how long we made it and never ben outdated\n\n  We ain't goin out, motherfucker (That's right, FUCK that!)\n  You don't know (?) 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It aint no need to fight\nWe may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight\nI eat beans and rice, shit up a storm\nI walk the streets with shark fin off my arms\nDoctor Dolittle, lit off the bone\nMy bracelet like I raised it off the farm\nHome-grown, thick, dirty\nMy family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey\nJersey and house\nGun like an elephants snout\nPull ya ambulance out\nYa whole team'll get bombarded\nYa on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists\nWe leave ya hair cut like a blind barber\nCut it, and gave you a line with fine markers\nI won't leave till the job is done\nTill the last prick nigga take ya wallet, RUN\nDoc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill\nYeah!\n\nWe don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die\n\nYou try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high\nYou won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride\nYou try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high\n\nYo, yo\nBlunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open\nYou either holdin' or half-assed like Simmy Colan\nI leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin'\nSo hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'\nIf the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick\nEver since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch\nYa know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep\nPlus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat\nMy mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked\nBust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked\nNow who's hot and who's not\nI want them rocks and that money in ya two socks\nMeth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture\nI'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler\nGold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller\nWhoever think they fuckin' with that, lets be realer\n\nTake the back seat and smash beats\nSmoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes\nRun a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet\nWith the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko\nThey go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of\nI spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly\nYou wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley\nYou twisted up, burnt out within seconds\nCos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods\nBong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten\nStar stricken, glock clickin', stop shittin'\nInhale the smoke from the master's lungs\nYou wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!)\nYou wanna test with the sess, well first off\nThat shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] Y'all ready for this?\n[00:00.96] Ha! 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interaction\nTwo worlds collide - one survives the reaction\nHold tight, keep yourself together\nCause we're about to storm you like shitty weather\n\n(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)\n(B-Real)\nI can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\nYou set yourself up for catastrophe\n\n(Sen Dog)\nSet yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be\nThe whole damn world is mad at me\nBut I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be\nAll pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality\nHow can I say: \"You ain't shit to me\"\nWithout you takin' it personally\n\nSen Dog\nTen, proper years of bringin' funk\nI, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump\nI got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump\nStill got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)\nI don't wanna be the King of the Sing\nJust a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team\nI rhyme and sing and make bitches scream\nThey love that old South Side gangsta lean\nCall the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin'\nTurn into Mad Dog when I start rappin'\nLook at hostile - ah, damn wild\nShake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child\nDon't get caught up hangin' on the mortar\nHold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild\n\n(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)\n(B-Real)\nI can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\nYou set yourself up for catastrophe\n\n(Sen Dog)\nSet yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be\nThe whole damn world is mad at me\nBut I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be\nAll pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality\nHow can I say: \"You ain't shit to me\"\nWithout you takin' it personally\n\n10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!\n\nB-Real\nI'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers\nLike you know the deal to be in my same sneakers\nI don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches\nI got the medicine over the swallow bitches\nYou play roles like an actor but get no oscar\nGun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster\nYou're just an imposter, you lost your composure\nRespect your exposure to bring you to your closure\nBut you're in denial and still remain vile\nIn a place within last style and senseless wild\nI take you down the long trail you failed to keep up\nThat's when you get introduced to the street sweeper\n\n(Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)\n(B-Real)\nI can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\nYou set yourself up for catastrophe\nI can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\nYou set yourself up for catastrophe\nI can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\nYou set yourself up for catastrophe\nI can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\nYou set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!\n\n(Sen Dog)\nSet yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be\nThe whole damn world is mad at me\nBut I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be\nAll pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality\nHow can I say: \"You ain't shit to me\"\nWITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] B-Real\n[00:05.26] I slay punks who don't know their own identity\n[00:07.01] You spit my name and use it like an obscenity\n[00:08.84] You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy\n[00:11.62] You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly\n[00:14.37] I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten\n[00:16.11] You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten\n[00:18.85] You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew\n[00:20.68] Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue\n[00:23.33] Of what's about to happen - interaction\n[00:26.09] Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction\n[00:27.85] Hold tight, keep yourself together\n[00:30.56] Cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather\n[00:33.21] (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)\n[00:34.18] (B-Real)\n[00:35.07] I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\n[00:36.09] You set yourself up for catastrophe\n[00:37.81] (Sen Dog)\n[00:38.70] Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be\n[00:42.32] The whole damn world is mad at me\n[00:45.09] But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be\n[00:47.76] All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality\n[00:51.32] How can I say: \"You ain't shit to me\"\n[00:54.03] Without you takin' it personally\n[00:56.75] Sen Dog\n[00:57.70] Ten, proper years of bringin' funk\n[00:59.51] I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump\n[01:01.34] I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump\n[01:04.00] Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)\n[01:06.75] I don't wanna be the King of the Sing\n[01:09.42] Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team\n[01:11.27] I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream\n[01:13.91] They love that old South Side gangsta lean\n[01:15.73] Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin'\n[01:18.42] Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin'\n[01:21.13] Look at hostile - ah, damn wild\n[01:23.01] Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child\n[01:25.74] Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar\n[01:28.48] Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild\n[01:30.20] (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)\n[01:31.18] (B-Real)\n[01:32.08] I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\n[01:32.95] You set yourself up for catastrophe\n[01:34.74] (Sen Dog)\n[01:35.69] Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be\n[01:40.14] The whole damn world is mad at me\n[01:41.91] But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be\n[01:44.79] All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality\n[01:48.35] How can I say: \"You ain't shit to me\"\n[01:51.92] Without you takin' it personally\n[01:54.62] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!\n[02:14.54] B-Real\n[02:15.49] I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers\n[02:16.34] Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers\n[02:19.08] I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches\n[02:20.84] I got the medicine over the swallow bitches\n[02:23.54] You play roles like an actor but get no oscar\n[02:25.39] Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster\n[02:28.09] You're just an imposter, you lost your composure\n[02:30.85] Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure\n[02:33.54] But you're in denial and still remain vile\n[02:35.31] In a place within last style and senseless wild\n[02:38.03] I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up\n[02:40.76] That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper\n[02:42.55] (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)\n[02:43.45] (B-Real)\n[02:44.30] I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\n[02:45.26] You set yourself up for catastrophe\n[02:47.90] I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\n[02:49.79] You set yourself up for catastrophe\n[02:52.56] I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\n[02:55.28] You set yourself up for catastrophe\n[02:57.07] I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be\n[02:59.72] You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!\n[03:01.52] (Sen Dog)\n[03:02.47] Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be\n[03:06.06] The whole damn world is mad at me\n[03:08.74] But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be\n[03:11.46] All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality\n[03:16.01] How can I say: \"You ain't shit to me\"\n[03:18.76] WITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY...\n[03:23.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cypress Hill / Catastrophe\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: B-Real\n  start_ms: 1660\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: I slay punks who don't know their own identity\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7010\n- text: You spit my name and use it like an obscenity\n  start_ms: 7010\n  end_ms: 8840\n- text: You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy\n  start_ms: 8840\n  end_ms: 11620\n- text: You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly\n  start_ms: 11620\n  end_ms: 14370\n- text: I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten\n  start_ms: 14370\n  end_ms: 16110\n- text: You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten\n  start_ms: 16110\n  end_ms: 18850\n- text: You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew\n  start_ms: 18850\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 23330\n- text: Of what's about to happen - 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my education on the streets\nAnd I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats\nTo say whatever I went through or going through\nTripping off people who acting like they been knowin' you\nLearn how some of these record companies be holdin' you\nAttaching an image in the end controllin' you\n\nBut we set out to set ourselves apart\nAnd let these people know just what they had from the start\nIt's like Ghostface said we studied our art form\nWe turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm\n\nPeople slept on me and doubted my skill level\nBut I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level\nYou been introduced to some of the real rebels\nInjected with venom from God to kill devils\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me, to the day I die\n(We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me, to the day I die\n(Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They 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fun\nSlamming doping and packing gun\nLeaving mad traces and blasting their faces\nGot a hundred years for all my fucking cases\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me, to the day I die\n(We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me, to the day I die\n(Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me, to the day I die\n(We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me\nTo the day I die\n(Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me, to the day I die\n(We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\nMemories they haunt me\n(They haunt me)\nThey follow me, to the day I die\n(Got to do what I got to do out here so we can survive)","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.31] As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back\n[00:22.39] Even before I started blazing the chronic sack\n[00:25.01] I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid\n[00:27.43] Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did\n[00:30.17] I was at unimpressionable age through a faze\n[00:32.55] An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage\n[00:35.02] Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds\n[00:37.43] Hanging over my head being wicked and loud\n[00:39.98] And sometimes those demons haunt me and taunt me\n[00:42.49] Follow me pursue me confuse me they want me\n[00:45.10] They come at me from all angles and dangles\n[00:47.63] Memories in front of me, but I wont run away\n[00:50.36] I put the gun away but sometimes my hand ditches\n[00:53.16] But I don't want to get locked away cause I whack bitches\n[00:55.19] I left those ways back in the old days\n[00:57.72] So go away I don't got no time to throw away\n[01:00.38] Memories they haunt me\n[01:02.28] (They haunt me)\n[01:04.56] They follow me, to the day I die\n[01:08.24] (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n[01:10.03] Memories they haunt me\n[01:12.64] (They haunt me)\n[01:14.97] They follow me, to the day I die\n[01:17.45] (Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n[01:19.79] I got my education on the streets\n[01:21.58] And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats\n[01:24.93] To say whatever I went through or going through\n[01:27.86] Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin' you\n[01:30.50] Learn how some of these record companies be holdin' you\n[01:33.07] Attaching an image in the end controllin' you\n[01:35.18] But we set out to set ourselves apart\n[01:37.71] And let these people know just what they had from the start\n[01:39.97] It's like Ghostface said we studied our art form\n[01:42.40] We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm\n[01:45.15] People slept on me and doubted my skill level\n[01:48.04] But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level\n[01:50.05] You been introduced to some of the real rebels\n[01:53.47] Injected with venom from God to kill devils\n[02:00.57] Memories they haunt me\n[02:03.64] (They haunt me)\n[02:05.37] They follow me, to the day I die\n[02:10.67] (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n[02:11.48] Memories they haunt me\n[02:13.13] (They haunt me)\n[02:13.64] They follow me, to the day I die\n[02:17.49] (Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n[02:20.36] Memories they haunt me\n[02:24.42] (They haunt me)\n[02:24.87] They follow me, to the day I die\n[02:26.72] (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n[02:30.16] Memories they haunt me\n[02:33.11] (They haunt me)\n[02:33.87] They follow me, to the day I die\n[02:35.64] (Got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)\n[02:35.86] Memories they haunt me\n[02:36.06] (They haunt me)\n[02:36.31] They follow me to the day I die\n[02:36.89] (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n[02:37.33] Memories they haunt me\n[02:38.02] (They haunt me)\n[02:38.67] They follow me, to the day I die\n[02:39.12] (Got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)\n[02:39.63] I remember my days as youth\n[02:42.44] Teenage gangsters with somethin' to prove\n[02:45.13] See man amuse and we creep and we strew\n[02:47.59] Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew\n[02:50.09] Just having fun but you crazy kids\n[02:53.09] Never thought about no prison beds\n[02:55.46] Got gangsters twenty-five and alive\n[02:58.26] Never see the kids all fucking wild\n[03:00.53] But that's the game and shit don't change\n[03:03.24] Get respect for smoking brains\n[03:05.54] You get a name and you build your rep\n[03:08.02] You courting fools coming in your set\n[03:10.27] Before you know we're having fun\n[03:13.08] Slamming doping and packing gun\n[03:15.90] Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces\n[03:18.34] Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases\n[03:20.70] Memories they haunt me\n[03:23.17] (They haunt me)\n[03:25.16] They follow me, to the day I die\n[03:27.67] (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n[03:29.67] Memories they haunt me\n[03:33.03] (They haunt me)\n[03:34.60] They follow me, to the day I die\n[03:37.83] (Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n[03:40.00] Memories they haunt me\n[03:42.72] (They haunt me)\n[03:43.43] They follow me, to the day I die\n[03:45.64] (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n[03:51.04] Memories they haunt me\n[03:53.31] (They haunt me)\n[03:54.16] They follow me\n[03:55.08] To the day I die\n[03:57.26] (Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n[04:01.89] Memories they haunt me\n[04:02.27] (They haunt me)\n[04:02.45] They follow me, to the day I die\n[04:02.68] (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n[04:02.84] Memories they haunt me\n[04:02.92] (They haunt me)\n[04:03.12] They follow me, to the day I die\n[04:03.38] (Got to do what I 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on the streets\n  And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats\n  To say whatever I went through or going through\n  Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin' you\n  Learn how some of these record companies be holdin' you\n  Attaching an image in the end controllin' you\n\n  But we set out to set ourselves apart\n  And let these people know just what they had from the start\n  It's like Ghostface said we studied our art form\n  We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm\n\n  People slept on me and doubted my skill level\n  But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level\n  You been introduced to some of the real rebels\n  Injected with venom from God to kill devils\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (Got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me to the day I die\n  (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (Got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)\n\n  I remember my days as youth\n  Teenage gangsters with somethin' to prove\n  See man amuse and we creep and we strew\n  Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew\n\n  Just having fun but you crazy kids\n  Never thought about no prison beds\n  Got gangsters twenty-five and alive\n  Never see the kids all fucking wild\n\n  But that's the game and shit don't change\n  Get respect for smoking brains\n  You get a name and you build your rep\n  You courting fools coming in your set\n\n  Before you know we're having fun\n  Slamming doping and packing gun\n  Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces\n  Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me\n  To the day I die\n  (Got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to the day I die\n  (We fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)\n\n  Memories they haunt me\n  (They haunt me)\n  They follow me, to 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God damn, who knows what's in store?\nJust as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door\nWe remain unjaded and still we go unfaded\nSee how long we made it and never been outdated\n\nWe ain't goin' out, motherfucker\nThat's right, fuck that!\nYou don't know\nThat's big time Cypress Hill\nMotherfuckin' renovators up here\n\nYou don't know no real shit, nigga\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\nYou don't know no real shit, nigga\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nWe numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\nYou ain't on no real shit, nigga\n\nIt's the real\nNigga, nigga\nNi-ni-nigga\nThis the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\nNigga, nigga\nNigga\nCypress, nigga!\nYeah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.72] You don't know no real shit, nigga\n[00:02.53] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[00:05.29] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[00:07.98] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[00:10.67] You don't know no real shit, nigga\n[00:13.45] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[00:16.10] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[00:18.83] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[00:21.54] '91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene\n[00:24.26] Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed\n[00:26.99] Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan\n[00:28.78] So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill a man\n[00:32.30] That was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty?\n[00:34.19] Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party\n[00:36.87] '92, a year later, 'bout a million records sold\n[00:39.64] From doin' shows like lollapalooza on the road\n[00:42.39] Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom\n[00:45.09] Takin' pictures for high times, me mugs and sen\n[00:47.73] Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed\n[00:50.40] But it was time to hit the studio for another LP\n[00:53.16] '93, black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim\n[00:55.89] Had a monster hit from insane in the brain\n[00:58.67] Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot\n[01:01.39] It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it\n[01:04.04] So we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin' stress\n[01:09.41] You don't know no real shit, nigga\n[01:12.11] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[01:14.89] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[01:17.52] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[01:20.22] You don't know no real shit, nigga\n[01:22.90] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[01:25.73] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[01:28.45] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[01:30.20] '94 still in the door and we conquered many tours\n[01:32.92] With Rage Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more\n[01:35.62] Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block\n[01:38.35] Called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked\n[01:41.12] How could all this happen at 24 years of age?\n[01:43.86] Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage\n[01:46.50] '95 I was alive and survived so far\n[01:49.29] Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star\n[01:51.95] 'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental\n[01:54.68] This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo\n[01:57.39] With confusin', pain, enhanced illusions\n[02:00.05] But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive\n[02:02.74] Even the record company, they became illusive\n[02:05.44] When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution\n[02:08.14] '96 wit' no support we were still makin' moves\n[02:10.85] Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves\n[02:13.68] But like every legend every click, someone had to split\n[02:16.34] So the Dogg left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick\n[02:18.11] I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies\n[02:20.87] But the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'\n[02:23.52] You don't know no real shit, nigga\n[02:26.22] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[02:28.95] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[02:31.67] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[02:34.47] '97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud\n[02:37.19] Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew\n[02:39.88] The Dogg came back home but after Smokin' Grooves 2\n[02:42.52] Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu\n[02:45.22] This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo\n[02:47.98] Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms\n[02:50.68] '98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like before\n[02:53.30] We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV\n[02:56.10] But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall\n[02:58.86] 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all\n[03:01.53] We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen\n[03:04.26] And the old chemistry, just reared it's head again\n[03:06.92] '99 I got to recline, because there was no doubt\n[03:09.65] That the first year 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God damn, who knows what's in store?\n[03:30.51] Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door\n[03:33.25] We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded\n[03:35.94] See how long we made it and never been outdated\n[03:38.68] We ain't goin' out, motherfucker\n[03:40.45] That's right, fuck that!\n[03:41.39] You don't know\n[03:43.12] That's big time Cypress Hill\n[03:44.08] Motherfuckin' renovators up here\n[03:45.83] You don't know no real shit, nigga\n[03:46.78] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[03:49.45] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[03:52.13] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[03:54.87] You don't know no real shit, nigga\n[03:57.57] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[04:00.25] We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga\n[04:03.06] You ain't on no real shit, nigga\n[04:05.76] It's the real\n[04:06.65] Nigga, nigga\n[04:07.56] Ni-ni-nigga\n[04:08.42] This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga\n[04:10.29] Nigga, nigga\n[04:12.13] 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Ham on the table\nI sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\nGet 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\nParanoid, we drive by till we die\nYou niggas don't really know shit\nI treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\nHere is something that they just don't get\nI don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\nHere is something that they just don't know\nBack to fo, creepin' through the back door\nI just dope blast 'em\n\n'Cuz I ain't finished yet\nI see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\nWe're like a pack of panorama\nIn your Soul Assessino\nAttackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\nEast side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\nHitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\nDon't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\nI'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\nWith the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\nDump on that ass if you fuck with my business\nStop Pop, and drop all of you witness\nGlocks lock, and unlock if you listen\nBuck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\nThat's what you get when you fuck with the Real\nHardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\nHere is something you can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man\n\nYeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\nInvadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\nThe \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\nWith millis and fifty-fives\nHomicidally, I've seperated the busters\nBlasted the snitches, broke the switches\nFucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\nStole the riches, booked the bitches\nLike fuck ya asses, nigga\n\nPoet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\nWe take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\nWhile you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\nHas I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\nWhile you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\nAnd all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\nNow your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\nIn the silver stack in the parkin' lot\nWith the handle cocked\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nHow I could just kill a man!\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nHow I could just kill a man!\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\nHow I could just kill a man!\n\nHere is something, that I think you just can't understand\nAnd you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\nYou see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\nAnd if you think you wanna come and test me\nThen come deal with my steel\n\nYou just don't understand\nHow I could just, kill a man\n(Yeah)\nLa la la la, la la la la la","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cypress Hill - Stoned Raiders - here is something you can't understand (feat. kurupt)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 270576\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah bitch\n  Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers\n  What you think about that?\n  You brother's don't got it\n  B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle\n  My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle\n  Relax by the kizzle\n  An' go get us a couple hizzles\n  You dizzles\n  Yeah with muggs\n  What it is\n  SEN dog\n  Keep it real gangster\n  Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?\n\n  Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on\n  Before things start to happen and I lose my calm\n  'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup\n  (Yeah)\n  Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck\n  Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!\n\n  But niggas wanna do shit to make me react\n  So \"Insane in the brain\", let it rain on a bitch nigga\n  Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga\n  You can't feel me without the braile\n  I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale\n  Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much\n  But really what they saw was me and Kurupt\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries\n  You gotta be real like me and B-Real\n  See you shoot, you ride but we kill\n  Concentrate unloadin' our steel\n  Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will\n  Riding on niggas when the may am spills\n  Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal\n\n  Hamlet and unmanageable\n  What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table\n  I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels\n  Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by\n  Paranoid, we drive by till we die\n  You niggas don't really know shit\n  I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga\n\n  Here is something that they just don't get\n  I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit\n  Here is something that they just don't know\n  Back to fo, creepin' through the back door\n  I just dope blast 'em\n\n  'Cuz I ain't finished yet\n  I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet\n  We're like a pack of panorama\n  In your Soul Assessino\n  Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama\n  East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride\n  Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high\n  'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip\n  Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip\n\n  I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang\n  With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs\n  Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business\n  Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness\n  Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen\n  Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches\n  That's what you get when you fuck with the Real\n  Hardcore Nigga said, \"Pack That Steel\"\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n  Here is something you can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man\n\n  Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans\n  Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces\n  The \"I Don't Give A Fuck\" committee's just arrived\n  With millis and fifty-fives\n  Homicidally, I've seperated the busters\n  Blasted the snitches, broke the switches\n  Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches\n  Stole the riches, booked the bitches\n  Like fuck ya asses, nigga\n\n  Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge\n  We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head\n  While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock\n  Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?\n  While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town\n  And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down\n  Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'\n  In the silver stack in the parkin' lot\n  With the handle cocked\n\n  Here is something, that I think you just can't understand\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man\n  How I could just kill a man!\n  You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real\n  How I could just kill 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shit brought it up\nI came short and couldn't afford to store it up\nSo I began to record it on audio\nThe autobiography of Luis Mario\nSomething that's unbelievable, inconceivable\nThat half the shit I set out to do was achievable\nBut alas, look at all the shit come to pass\nWhile we remained strong, others broke like glass\nCos you lack style, and you need all the help brother\nCos you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:\nThis side up, for the celebrity\nWho lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity\nOh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt\nBut don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt\nI spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace,\nI pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis\n\n(Chorus 2x)\n(Lalalala-lala-lalala)\nI got my 9mm at my waist, papa\nI got my shotgun in the escalade, papa\nIf you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa\nI don't wanna but you dug your own grave, papa\n\n(B-Real)\nYou know me and you've grown with me\nAnd if I had a 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Damn?, you defy, when you live or die\n\n(Chorus (repeat 2x))\n\n(B Real)\nTimes I hated, times I waited\nTimes I went by where I was drunk and faded\nThey said I wouldn't make it, but where are those people now?\nStill hatin', creatin' all the evil now\nYour insecurties are showin', exposin' you\nYou're trippin' on me and showin' emotions too\nDon't you spend your life full of envy, it's deadly\nHeed me, as I spit the venom believe me\n\n(Sen Dog)\nI keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage\nI get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage (barking)\nNot that many can deal with the fury\nAttack and ransack and kill in a hurry\nI kill and observe and go in an instant\nI bring the pain like the? Rampark? Prison\nI kept it right for the brother to the? 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Rampark? Prison\n  start_ms: 195970\n  end_ms: 198610\n- text: I kept it right for the brother to the? Chullo?\n  start_ms: 198610\n  end_ms: 201350\n- text: Something I bump when your gates in the (?)\n  start_ms: 201350\n  end_ms: 203180\n- text: '(Chorus: B-Real)'\n  start_ms: 203180\n  end_ms: 210430\n- text: It Ain't Easy,\n  start_ms: 210430\n  end_ms: 212290\n- text: But you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\n  start_ms: 212290\n  end_ms: 213150\n- text: I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\n  start_ms: 213150\n  end_ms: 214060\n- text: How many times, must you decieve me?\n  start_ms: 214060\n  end_ms: 214910\n- text: It Ain't Easy,\n  start_ms: 214910\n  end_ms: 217680\n- text: But you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\n  start_ms: 217680\n  end_ms: 219470\n- text: I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\n  start_ms: 219470\n  end_ms: 220390\n- text: It Ain't Easy, yo, It Ain't Easy\n  start_ms: 220390\n  end_ms: 222210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 222210\nplain: |-\n  (B-Real)\n  I remember times I hustle, times I struggle\n  Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle\n  People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too\n  People who I thought were down, and see true\n  But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle\n  My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles\n  In front of me, my own self to blame\n  But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame\n  It's a worthless game, but if you're willing to play\n  There's sharks in the water who are, willing to pay\n  The price of your soul, but if you give it away\n  You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay\n  It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it\n  So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it\n  Don't walk through life with your blinders on\n  'Cos you'll keep goin' crazy 'til your mind is gone\n\n  (Chorus: B-Real (repeat 2x))\n\n  It Ain't Easy,\n  But you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\n  I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\n  How many times, must you decieve me?\n\n  (Sen Dog)\n  I been around for many days, of musical mainstays\n  Cypress, is Worldwide and we like it that way\n  You can't fade-ER, or compare TO\n  The Original Pyscho-Baiter\n  Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later\n  Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders\n  Heard it all before and I don't need no more\n  Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore\n  Played the game out here with the best\n  Toured around the world and got big respect\n  Now, what's (?) all with this year 2000's?\n  We puttin the Smackdown and we ain't clownin'\n  Not many have lasted\n  Since we first blasted\n  Up on the scene, singin' about the dream\n  Recruitin' for our team, niggas know what I mean\n  ? Damn?, you defy, when you live or die\n\n  (Chorus (repeat 2x))\n\n  (B Real)\n  Times I hated, times I waited\n  Times I went by where I was drunk and faded\n  They said I wouldn't make it, but where are those people now?\n  Still hatin', creatin' all the evil now\n  Your insecurties are showin', exposin' you\n  You're trippin' on me and showin' emotions too\n  Don't you spend your life full of envy, it's deadly\n  Heed me, as I spit the venom believe me\n\n  (Sen Dog)\n  I keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage\n  I get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage (barking)\n  Not that many can deal with the fury\n  Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry\n  I kill and observe and go in an instant\n  I bring the pain like the? Rampark? Prison\n  I kept it right for the brother to the? 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Damn?, you defy, when you live or die\n\n(Chorus (repeat 2x))\n\n(B Real)\nTimes I hated, times I waited\nTimes I went by where I was drunk and faded\nThey said I wouldn't make it, but where are those people now?\nStill hatin', creatin' all the evil now\nYour insecurties are showin', exposin' you\nYou're trippin' on me and showin' emotions too\nDon't you spend your life full of envy, it's deadly\nHeed me, as I spit the venom believe me\n\n(Sen Dog)\nI keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage\nI get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage (barking)\nNot that many can deal with the fury\nAttack and ransack and kill in a hurry\nI kill and observe and go in an instant\nI bring the pain like the? Rampark? Prison\nI kept it right for the brother to the? Chullo?\nSomething I bump when your gates in the (?)\n\n(Chorus: B-Real)\n\nIt Ain't Easy,\nbut you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\nI keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\nHow many times, must you decieve me?\nIt Ain't Easy,\nbut you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\nI keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\nIt Ain't Easy, yo, It Ain't Easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.15] (B-Real)\n[00:21.90] I remember times I hustle, times I struggle\n[00:24.78] Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle\n[00:27.46] People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too\n[00:30.18] People who I thought were down, and see true\n[00:32.84] But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle\n[00:35.58] My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles\n[00:37.32] In front of me, my own self to blame\n[00:39.25] But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame\n[00:42.06] It's a worthless game, but if you're willing to play\n[00:44.71] There's sharks in the water who are, willing to pay\n[00:47.45] The price of your soul, but if you give it away\n[00:50.15] You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay\n[00:52.83] It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it\n[00:55.58] So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it\n[00:57.44] Don't walk through life with your blinders on\n[01:00.19] 'Cos you'll keep goin' crazy 'til your mind is gone\n[01:01.02] (Chorus: B-Real (repeat 2x))\n[01:02.84] It Ain't Easy,\n[01:05.58] but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\n[01:05.65] I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\n[01:15.43] How many times, must you decieve me?\n[01:19.93] (Sen Dog)\n[01:42.58] I been around for many days, of musical mainstays\n[01:45.25] Cypress, is Worldwide and we like it that way\n[01:48.95] You can't fade-ER, or compare TO\n[01:50.77] The Original Pyscho-Baiter\n[01:52.52] Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later\n[01:55.21] Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders\n[01:57.91] Heard it all before and I don't need no more\n[02:00.64] Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore\n[02:02.46] Played the game out here with the best\n[02:05.22] Toured around the world and got big respect\n[02:07.92] Now, what's (?) all with this year 2000's?\n[02:10.73] We puttin the Smackdown and we ain't clownin'\n[02:12.51] Not many have lasted\n[02:13.47] Since we first blasted\n[02:16.13] Up on the scene, singin' about the dream\n[02:17.93] Recruitin' for our team, niggas know what I mean\n[02:20.63] ? Damn?, you defy, when you live or die\n[02:23.38] (Chorus (repeat 2x))\n[02:41.45] (B Real)\n[02:43.29] Times I hated, times I waited\n[02:45.94] Times I went by where I was drunk and faded\n[02:48.79] They said I wouldn't make it, but where are those people now?\n[02:51.47] Still hatin', creatin' all the evil now\n[02:54.18] Your insecurties are showin', exposin' you\n[02:55.98] You're trippin' on me and showin' emotions too\n[02:58.60] Don't you spend your life full of envy, it's deadly\n[03:01.43] Heed me, as I spit the venom believe me\n[03:03.27] (Sen Dog)\n[03:04.16] I keep my guard up, and always let you see my rage\n[03:06.86] I get pissed, like a pitbull in a cage (barking)\n[03:08.61] Not that many can deal with the fury\n[03:11.44] Attack and ransack and kill in a hurry\n[03:14.12] I kill and observe and go in an instant\n[03:15.97] I bring the pain like the? Rampark? Prison\n[03:18.61] I kept it right for the brother to the? Chullo?\n[03:21.35] Something I bump when your gates in the (?)\n[03:23.18] (Chorus: B-Real)\n[03:30.43] It Ain't Easy,\n[03:32.29] but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\n[03:33.15] I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\n[03:34.06] How many times, must you decieve me?\n[03:34.91] It Ain't Easy,\n[03:37.68] but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\n[03:39.47] I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\n[03:40.39] It Ain't Easy, yo, It Ain't Easy\n[03:42.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cypress Hill / It Ain't Easy\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Stoned Raiders\n  duration_ms: 253440\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (B-Real)\n  start_ms: 20150\n  end_ms: 21900\n- text: I remember times I hustle, times I struggle\n  start_ms: 21900\n  end_ms: 24780\n- text: Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle\n  start_ms: 24780\n  end_ms: 27460\n- text: People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams too\n  start_ms: 27460\n  end_ms: 30180\n- text: People who I thought were down, and see true\n  start_ms: 30180\n  end_ms: 32840\n- text: But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle\n  start_ms: 32840\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 37320\n- text: In front of me, my own self to blame\n  start_ms: 37320\n  end_ms: 39250\n- text: But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame\n  start_ms: 39250\n  end_ms: 42060\n- text: It's a worthless game, but if you're willing to play\n  start_ms: 42060\n  end_ms: 44710\n- text: There's sharks in the water who are, willing to pay\n  start_ms: 44710\n  end_ms: 47450\n- text: The price of your soul, but if you give it away\n  start_ms: 47450\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: You silly motherfuckers are all commited to stay\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 52830\n- text: It's a cold world, but you still want a part of it\n  start_ms: 52830\n  end_ms: 55580\n- text: So then you'd better fuck around and learn the art of it\n  start_ms: 55580\n  end_ms: 57440\n- text: Don't walk through life with your blinders on\n  start_ms: 57440\n  end_ms: 60190\n- text: '''Cos you''ll keep goin'' crazy ''til your mind is gone'\n  start_ms: 60190\n  end_ms: 61020\n- text: '(Chorus: B-Real (repeat 2x))'\n  start_ms: 61020\n  end_ms: 62840\n- text: It Ain't Easy,\n  start_ms: 62840\n  end_ms: 65580\n- text: but you got people tryin', to put you down, believe me\n  start_ms: 65580\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I keep gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 75430\n- text: How many times, must you decieve me?\n  start_ms: 75430\n  end_ms: 79930\n- text: (Sen Dog)\n  start_ms: 79930\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: I been around for many days, of musical mainstays\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 105250\n- text: Cypress, is Worldwide and we like it that way\n  start_ms: 105250\n  end_ms: 108950\n- text: You can't fade-ER, or compare TO\n  start_ms: 108950\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: The Original Pyscho-Baiter\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 112520\n- text: Got the next rhyme and we'll check you all later\n  start_ms: 112520\n  end_ms: 115210\n- text: Can't nobody fuck with them Cypress Hill Raiders\n  start_ms: 115210\n  end_ms: 117910\n- text: Heard it all before and I don't need no more\n  start_ms: 117910\n  end_ms: 120640\n- text: Advice on the game and how to kick hardcore\n  start_ms: 120640\n  end_ms: 122460\n- text: Played the game out here with the best\n  start_ms: 122460\n  end_ms: 125220\n- text: Toured around the world and got big respect\n  start_ms: 125220\n  end_ms: 127920\n- text: Now, what's (?) all with this year 2000's?\n  start_ms: 127920\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: We puttin the Smackdown and we ain't clownin'\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 132510\n- text: Not many have lasted\n  start_ms: 132510\n  end_ms: 133470\n- text: Since we first blasted\n  start_ms: 133470\n  end_ms: 136130\n- text: Up on the scene, singin' about the dream\n  start_ms: 136130\n  end_ms: 137930\n- text: Recruitin' for our team, niggas know what I mean\n  start_ms: 137930\n  end_ms: 140630\n- text: '? 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136260\n- text: Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n  start_ms: 136260\n  end_ms: 141270\n- text: Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n  start_ms: 141270\n  end_ms: 157810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 157810\nplain: |-\n  1 for trouble, 8 for the road\n  7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load\n  Funk, Buddha monk, in the trunk\n  I got'cha, thumpin' so hard\n  Up and down the boulevard\n  I'm a natural born cap peela', strapped illa\n  I'm the west coast settin' it on, no one's reala'\n  Getcha fix of the uncut funk\n  A small dose of the skunk weed, like it's suppose to be\n  Move it up, just move it on out\n  What'cha talkin'bout son\n  I took the first shot, and it's all over now\n  One nation under a groove\n  Smoke a pound for the strict of it\n  Everytime I make a move\n  Smooth and togetha\n  Raw like leatha\n  Ain't goin' out like a punk, neva\n\n  Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n  Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n\n  It's the numba one money maker\n  Money take a, few steps back I'm on a plane to Jamaica\n  Puffin' a fat wada, talk shit\n  For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the ruff shit\n  Hard rock bone breaka\n  Stoned Raider, in the Temple of Boom\n  Assurt to assume\n  Never be lettin' shit slide, no way\n  Bitch niggas can hide\n  But, I'll find they ass some day\n\n  Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n\n  Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' spliff in the air\n  Some dogs, like you gotta pair\n  When I kick to the metro\n  Lone clip, be lookin' around\n  Cause this shit ain't over with yet\n  People can't understand my situation\n  Now they cought up in the Soul Assasination\n  Fool, just take cover, it's all over\n  When I break ya off a chunk of this muthafucka\n\n  Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n  Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n  Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove\n"}]