Born to a Mexican father and an Afro-Cuban mother, B-Real's moved with his sister and mother out of his father's home and moved to South Gate before ending up in South Central Los Angeles. Before dropping out of Bell High School, he befriended future Cypress Hill members Sen Dog and Mellow Man Ace (who forewent staying with the group to go solo). Sen Dog, who was affiliated with the Bloods gang set known as "Neighborhood Family" [South Swan Blood], would later introduce B-Real into the set.
B-Real became a drug dealer during his Blood affiliation. His lifestyle led to being shot in the lung by a .22 pistol in 1988. The shooting and subsequent hospitalization caused Sen Dog to rethink his priorities, leave the gang and take up a job as a department store security guard.
After being introduced to DJ Muggs by Julio G the KDAY mixmaster, B-Real and Sen gained interest in Muggs' concept of an album based on experiences from Cypress Ave. in South Gate. B-Real would use his life-threatening experiences as material for the group's self-titled debut album, and other albums.
B-Real has released three mixtapes as a solo artist: The Gunslinger (2005), The Gunslinger Part. II: Fist Full of Dollars (2006) and The Gunslinger Part III: For a Few Dollars More (2007). He has also collaborated in songs with many artists, some including: KRS One, House Of Pain, Kid Frost, Psycho Realm, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, Coolio, Busta Rhymes, Method Man, Deftones, LL Cool J, Everlast, Warren G, Outkast, Dilated Peoples, The Alchemist, Tha Dogg Pound, DJ Quik, Dr. Dre, Eminem, Subliminal Orphans, Chino XL, D12, The Transplants, and La Coka Nostra.
On February 24, 2009, he released his debut solo album Smoke N Mirrors. It features guest appearances from Snoop Dogg, Damian Marley, Sen Dog, Soopafly and more.
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American Psycho II
B-Real Lyrics
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I thought we, told we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
We're fuckin' crazy
We'll fuckin' snap in a minute bitch
I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us
Poking they nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to and I don't have to read a fucking
Magazine or quotable to notice what you hoes will do
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Get scared, life ain't fair
And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!"
So watch what you say cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the 'hood for "the G of the Week"
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
You know what, I am crazy
As hell
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho
Nigga I'm about to snap any minute nigga, evacuate
They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane? Who really knows?
Cause any second my temper can fucking blow
I get colder than December
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out!
I probably got a screw loose or two
Or maybe three or four of 'em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his fucking lips with it
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain, cause I'm a psycho
Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Rest in peace, homie
The lyrics to B-Real's American Psycho II song have a vivid description of the madness that goes on in the minds of individuals who have lost touch with their emotions. In the first verse, B-Real introduces himself as a psycho who is off the chain, and though he is insane, he takes pride in being one. He issues a warning to anyone who desires to say his name in vain, stating that he is not afraid to lash out if threatened. In the second verse, B-Real describes his tendency towards violence, even against those who decide to meddle in his affairs. He particularly singles out those who are envious of his success and are always trying to start trouble. He claims that such people are close to death and seconds away from their demise.
The chorus reaffirms B-Real's insanity as he calls himself a psycho and urges listeners to never say his name in vain. The verse from Bugz, which is included in the song, conveys the idea that even though his father was abusive, he is not necessarily a racist but hates a broad range of categories such as whites, blacks, gays, and lesbians. He confesses to being inducted into a gang at a young age, which makes it challenging to overcome his anger management issues.
The song's overarching theme is one of violence and aggression, which is a consequence of the characters' tormented psyches. B-Real and Bugz's verses provide insight into the turmoil and chaos that perpetually runs through the minds of individuals who are deemed insane.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, homie
Acknowledging the listener, establishing a familiar tone
I thought we, told we been fucking loco
Reminding everyone that they have been warned about their craziness
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!
Boasting about the collaboration between Cypress Hill and D12
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
Claiming to be slightly unhinged, embracing the label of insanity
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Affirming that despite the consequences, the artist is indeed a psycho
Better get it through your brain
Warning others to understand and accept this reality
When you say my name
Instructing others how to refer to the singer
Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho
Emphasizing the importance of not disrespecting or underestimating the artist
We're fucking crazy
Expressing the collective madness of the group
We'll fucking snap in a minute bitch
Warning others that their violent tendencies can be unleashed at any moment
I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man
Presenting oneself as a foreboding figure, refusing to submit to anyone
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
Describing a propensity for violence, causing harm without restraint
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
Portraying oneself as a determined warrior with immense courage
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
Threatening to attack and publicize the consequences for all to see
So everyone can notice who was focused on us
Wanting the attention of those who underestimated the singer and their group
Poking they nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
Resenting those who interfere and hoping they avoid retribution
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
Asserting that only the artist truly understands their thoughts and feelings
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
Implying that the singer has the power to determine others' fate and is aware of when they are near death
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
Claiming the ability to disrupt and dominate the music culture, specifically in the rap genre
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Describing oneself as an unstable individual with anxiety, uninterested in casual conversation
Speak when you spoken to and I don't have to read a fucking
Demanding respect and adherence to traditional social norms
Magazine or quotable to notice what you hoes will do
Not requiring external sources to predict the behavior of others, particularly derogatory towards women
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
Highlighting the cohesion and solidarity within the group, emphasizing their collective strength
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Threatening to aggressively confront and intimidate someone at their home
Get scared, life ain't fair
Asserting that fear is a natural reaction and that life is inherently unjust
And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!"
Readying oneself to harm others swiftly, comparing it to the speed at which Dr. Dre's catchphrase is uttered
So watch what you say cause it can happen either today or the next minute
Warning others about the immediacy and unpredictability of the singer's potential violent actions
I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious
Asserting the readiness to use a firearm and the seriousness of their intentions
You could be dead period, end of story
Threatening a possible fatal outcome for someone, indicating that there will be no further discussion or negotiation
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Painting a vivid image of the singer's menacing presence, armed and enjoying a drink while overlooking their target
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
Asserting personal independence and highlighting the ability to act alone without restraint
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Describing the brutal violence the artist is capable of inflicting upon someone, leaving them disfigured and helpless
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
Making it known that the artist is associated with powerful record labels, emphasizing their influence and dominance
You see my poster in the 'hood for "the G of the Week"
Claiming recognition and respect within the community as the featured figure of the week, highlighting their status as a prominent gangster
Nigga I'm about to snap any minute nigga, evacuate
Warning others about the imminent eruption of the singer's anger and advising them to leave
They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me
Referencing the capture of Saddam Hussein and implying that the artist is skilled at avoiding capture
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
Humorously suggesting an obscure and remote location where the singer will hide
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Admitting a lack of knowledge about their father, potentially suggesting a troubled upbringing
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny
Recalling a traumatic experience with their father, indicating deep resentment and pain
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Clarifying a discriminatory stance based on dislike rather than a broad racist belief
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Listing various groups that the artist dislikes, showcasing their intolerance
Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang
Revealing a young age of the singer's involvement in criminal activities, suggesting a troubled past
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Expressing the singer's vulnerability and suffering, highlighting the physical abuse they have endured
Am I insane? Who really knows?
Questioning one's mental state, acknowledging the uncertainty surrounding their own sanity
Cause any second my temper can fucking blow
Acknowledging the unpredictable nature of their anger, alluding to the potential for extreme violence
I get colder than December
Describing a chilling emotional state, colder than the already cold winter month
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
Losing consciousness due to intense anger, suggesting a lack of memory afterwards
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
Referring to the rapper Bizarre as someone who can exemplify and demonstrate extreme violence
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Attributing the aggressive lyrics and delivery to the influence of Dr. Dre's intense beat
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
Threatening a home invasion and a violent act of putting a firearm in someone's mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out!
Promising to cause fatal harm by shooting someone in the head
I probably got a screw loose or two
Admitting to potential mental instability or abnormalities
Or maybe three or four of 'em
Speculating that there might be multiple screws loose, suggesting severe psychological issues
Some fell out and hit the floor
Imagining mental screws physically coming loose and falling to the ground
All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank
Implying that a traumatic event involving hitting their head on a snowbank has negatively affected the singer's mental state
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
Comparing oneself to a primitive human, blaming D'Angelo Bailey for contributing to their current state
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Taking life at a steady pace, but struggling with internal conflicts
Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Deciding between two types of screwdrivers as an analogy for making difficult choices
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
Considering the option of purchasing an entirely new tool to solve their personal problems
It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up
Expressing prolonged sleeplessness, indicating insomnia or an inability to find peace
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
Sensing a constant state of impending rage and instability
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Planning to visit a record store before unleashing their aggression, seeing it as a source of motivation
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
Deciding to purchase the latest album by Cypress Hill, using it as a soundtrack to their violent intentions
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
Seeking revenge on behalf of Xzibit for an unknown offense committed against him
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
Planning to engage in a disgusting act of revenge by urinating in a bottle of alcohol
And shatter his fucking lips with it
Intending to violently assault someone by smashing their face with the urine-filled bottle
Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Paying homage to Karnail Pitts, also known as Bugz, who has passed away
Rest in peace, homie
Offering condolences and expressing respect for Bugz
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Louis M. Freeze, Von M. Carlisle, Rufus B. Johnson, Andre Romell Young, Ondre C. Moore, Marshall B. III Mathers, Michael A. Jr. Elizondo
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@emilstorgaard9642
All D12 rappers are insanely good. Serious talent
@idahallit4786
Not all
@lotter5371
I'd say Bizarre is below average, Mr. Porter and Kuniva are above average, whereas Proof and Swifty are pretty good and Eminem is great.
@xaviervega468
@@lotter5371 Bizarre has best verse on the song.
@wyattfleury7421
@@xaviervega468 no Eminem has the best verse it’s so catchy
@KillerFix24
@@lotter5371 You’re crazy. Bizarre is the Shit!
@S550STANG
Nothing beats the rap from the late 80s to early 2000s
@keithzimpelman1483
Period. I graduated high school in 2006, that was right around when hip hop as we knew it died, imo
@radiahmpa1087
True that
@ImranKhan-dk8bo
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