Psychodelic Vision

By Cypress Hill

On Stoned Raiders

Released on December 4, 2001

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[Intro]

Lalalala-lala-lalala

Lalalala-lala-lalala

Lalalala-lala-lalala

Lalalala-lala-lalala


[Verse 1: B-Real]

I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid

Slangin' dope, poppin' 'shrooms and droppin' lots of 'cid

Psychodelic visions would ensue my view

Feelin' the alter-states as they altered my fate

But our sordid due, all that distorted shit brought it up

I came short and couldn't afford to store it up

So I began to record it on audio

The autobiography of Luis Mario

Something that's unbelievable, inconceivable

That half the shit I set out to do was achievable

But alas, look at all the shit come to pass

While we remained strong, others broke like glass

'Cause you lack style, and you need all the help brother

'Cause you're fragile, and it should say it on your cover:

This side up, for the celebrity

Who lacks intelligence, integrity, intensity

Oh it's true, I got you in that angle like Kurt

But don't go gettin' your fuckin' feelings hurt

I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace, I pour rhymes out like

Coffee spillin' out your thermos


[Chorus]

(Lalalala-lala-lalala)

I got my 9mm at my waist, pop pop

I got my shotgun in the escalade, pop pop

You feel froggy, then jump and get sprayed, pop pop

I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, pop pop

(Lalalala-lala-lalala)

I got my 9mm at my waist, pop pop

I got my shotgun in the escalade, pop pop

You feel froggy, then jump and get sprayed, pop pop

I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, pop pop


[Verse 2: B-Real]

You know me and you've grown with me

And if I had a big enough pad, I'd take you all home with me

I don't walk around with bodyguards, that's not me

I'm hangin' out with the people as my posse

Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions

Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension

People turn around when you become a star it seems

But others hate you all 'cause you've fulfilled all your dreams

They smile in your face and act like nothing's wrong

When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs

Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the eye?

You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your lie?

Take a deep one, and peep son

Retribution comes around more than once, like a re-run

You're a cheap one, the hill's so steep, son

You're just another one who gets thrown in the quay, son


[Chorus]

(Lalalala-lala-lalala)

I got my 9mm at my waist, pop pop

I got my shotgun in the escalade, pop pop

You feel froggy, then jump and get sprayed, pop pop

I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, pop pop

(Lalalala-lala-lalala)

I got my 9mm at my waist, pop pop

I got my shotgun in the escalade, pop pop

You feel froggy, then jump and get sprayed, pop pop

I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, pop pop


[Verse 3: B-Real]

You know they smile in your face

You know they try to take space

I let you punks know you ain't safe

'Cause you know you're just dead-weight

But at the present day they gettin' stalled out for some reason

But not from me, because it's punk-hunt season

Charged with high-treason, I'm easin' the blow, never

The body that you're leasin', ain't gonna roll forever

So think about that, is it worth the pain?

When you flirt with pain, bitch it'll hurt your brain

But you're thick-headed, numbskull and rig-setted

It was the moment you feared, when my venom spreaded


[Chorus]

(Lalalala-lala-lalala)

I got my 9mm at my waist, pop pop

I got my shotgun in the escalade, pop pop

You feel froggy, then jump and get sprayed, pop pop

I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, pop pop

(Lalalala-lala-lalala)

I got my 9mm at my waist, pop pop

I got my shotgun in the escalade, pop pop

You feel froggy, then jump and get sprayed, pop pop

I don't wanna but you dug your own grave, pop pop


[Outro]

You know they smile in your face

You know they try to take space

I let you punks know you ain't safe

'Cause you know you're just dead-weight

You know they smile in your face

You know they try to take space

I let you punks know you ain't safe

'Cause you know you're just dead-weight