[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 shit 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 shitty 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 damn world is mad at me
But I don`t give a damn, 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 shit 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 Assassin for the Cypress Team
I rhyme and sing and make bitches 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, damn 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
[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that`s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don`t give a damn, 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 shit to me
Without you takin` it personally
(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 bitches
I got the medicine over the swallow bitches
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!!!
[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that`s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don`t give a damn, 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 shit to me
WITHOUT YOU TAKIN` IT PERSONALLY...
