Psycobetabuckdown
Cypress Hill Lyrics
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Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto, bro
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
A Bates type of Psycho, cut you like Michael
Halloween character, or computer wizard
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
Short circuit crosswire you're in the crossfire
You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard
See you need the day-ta, better I say data
You're looking at the Tribe, and you're a hater
Coming from inside, means I come better
Or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
Head in the casket, your body in a basket
A tisket, a tasket, I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
Mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin' from, is the psycobetabuckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's getting bucked down
See I'm from South Central, bustin' out my metal
Rapid-fire petal, funk is makin' me get mental
Yo, it make no sense, so here son to stop y'all
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Broads swinging off my dick like a chimp, simping
So what's the story, you come looking for me?
Better just scatter, or you're getting leaded
I'm the one who said it, but it doesn't matter
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
'Cause I'm The Phuncky Feel One, making you get real loose
My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalog
From what you want me to select
Different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
The way I stay in control of myself
I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
In the stone ages, make minimum wages
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
Hey man, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh!
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're running from, is the psycobetabuckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's gettin bucked down
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Yo where's the hooda?
In “Psycobetabuckdown,” Cypress Hill raps about their violent tendencies and unsettling characteristics. The opening lines describe the group in a spaceship, increasing their speed and ready to attack. They liken themselves to psychos, particularly a “Bates type of Psycho,” referring to Norman Bates from Alfred Hitchcock's movie Psycho. They also reference Michael Myers from the Halloween movie franchise and use computer terms, such as “crosswire,” to describe their ability to harm. The song’s chorus, “Psycho alpha disco beta/ Psycobetaduckdown baby,” is repeated throughout, emphasizing the group’s insanity and violent mindset.
The lyrics also mention the group’s origins in South Central, Los Angeles, and their use of firearms. B-Real raps about his prowess with women, whom he refers to as “broads” and ridicules those who try to approach him. The group’s name, Cypress Hill, is mentioned in the line “You're looking at the Tribe,” using the name interchangeably with “Tribe” to refer to the group. Overall, “Psycobetabuckdown” is an intense and somewhat disturbing song that highlights the group’s edginess and violent flair.
Line by Line Meaning
I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
I am accelerating and flying high
Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto, bro
My group is united while I am mechanically operating
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
I am not to be emulated, I have a disturbed personality
A Bates type of Psycho, cut you like Michael
I am as dangerous as Bates and Michael, I will hurt you
Halloween character, or computer wizard
I am both a scary figure and a skilled programmer
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
I will attack you fiercely and disrupt your system
Short circuit crosswire you're in the crossfire
I will cause a power surge and leave you vulnerable
You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard
I will destroy you, you foolish person
See you need the day-ta, better I say data
You require information, and I will provide it
You're looking at the Tribe, and you're a hater
You are envious of my group's camaraderie and success
Coming from inside, means I come better
My skills originate within me and make me superior
Or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
Actually, we will destroy you as a team
Head in the casket, your body in a basket
You will be dead and disposed of
A tisket, a tasket, I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
I warned you, and now I will kill you
When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
I am in a dangerous and insane state
Mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
My mind is more powerful than a gun, and I will defeat my enemies
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You will fail when I attack you
What you're runnin' from, is the psycobetabuckdown!
You are trying to escape my psychotic attack
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
I am crazy, dominant, groovy, and skilled
Psycobetaduckdown baby!
This is a dangerous and insane situation
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
This is a dangerous and insane situation
Somebody's getting bucked down
Someone will be defeated and destroyed
See I'm from South Central, bustin' out my metal
I am from a violent neighborhood, armed with weapons
Rapid-fire petal, funk is makin' me get mental
I am firing my gun quickly and the music is making me more insane
Yo, it make no sense, so here son to stop y'all
This situation is illogical, but I am here to put an end to it
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
My friend Sen will begin killing, while I start rhyming
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
This moment is like a deadly labyrinth
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
B-Real is not imprisoned or trapped
Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Sen is the violent criminal, I am just a ladies' man
Broads swinging off my dick like a chimp, simping
Women are attracted to me and fawning over me
So what's the story, you come looking for me?
Why have you come to find me?
Better just scatter, or you're getting leaded
You should flee, or you will be shot
I'm the one who said it, but it doesn't matter
I made the statement, but the words are unimportant
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
You will be covered in my strange and terrible energy
'Cause I'm The Phuncky Feel One, making you get real loose
My music will make you feel free and compelled to dance
My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalog
My intelligence, language, conversation, ideas, and writings
From what you want me to select
I will choose what you request
Different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
Various types of skill and insanity
The way I stay in control of myself
I remain composed and in charge
I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
I am unique and not one of the ordinary
In the stone ages, make minimum wages
Living in the past and earning little money
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
Tell me where to perform, I want to entertain and impress
Hey man, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh!
Stop using cocaine, it's dangerous
Yo where's the hooda?
Where is the party?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BERNIE WORRELL, GEORGE JR. CLINTON, LARRY MUGGERUD, LARRY E. MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE, SENEN REYES, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS
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