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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Xplosion
B-Real Lyrics
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And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, when you freestyle
and your mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps
The song Xplosion by B-Real featuring Dre and Killer Mike is an explosive track that features the rappers delivering some heavy-hitting verses. The song talks about a range of topics, from love and desire to criticism and hate as well as the troubles in a world that is constantly tossed and lost. The track begins with B-Real expressing his desire to make love to the world and all of her girlfriends. He then goes on to talk about how sound travels and how the streets are always in a hurry. B-Real also talks about knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray and asks if people know what desire and fire are.
The lyrics also talk about B-Real's dislike for critics and the media. He expresses his anger towards XXL magazine and talks about how they're a size too small. He also criticizes those who try to brainwash him to be a commercial clown. The track features a range of fluid verses from all three rappers with Killer Mike coming in towards the end to deliver one of his signature killer verses.
Overall, Xplosion is an intense and powerful song that showcases the talent of three incredible rappers. The track features a wide range of topics, from love and desire to hate and criticism, making it an insightful and thought-provoking piece of music.
Line by Line Meaning
Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
Addressing the divine, the singer expresses their wish for global love and unity
And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move
Acknowledging the beauty and diversity of the world's inhabitants
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Drawing inspiration from the ethereal, the singer describes a metaphorical journey to an otherworldly destination
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
Assessing the impact of violence and oppression on those subject to it
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Commenting on the inevitability of certain conflicts and the power dynamics at play in them
Now won't that make us all fools
Reflecting on the futility of violence and the ultimate harm it brings to all involved
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Contemplating the absurdity of war and the ways in which it is romanticized and glamorized
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Referencing a scientific fact in order to highlight the speed and urgency of the situation being discussed
Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
Describing the desperation and impatience of those caught up in dangerous and volatile situations
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
Referencing a fellow artist, the artist warns that imitation and plagiarism can be signs of cultural decay
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Paying homage to a musical collaborator and acknowledging the importance of learning from others
Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Challenging the listener's assumptions and understanding of basic concepts
Apparently not that's why you get what you got
Suggesting that ignorance and lack of knowledge can be impediments to success and happiness
Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
Continuing the line of questioning in order to assert the importance of knowing basic facts
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Providing a simple definition for a complex concept while simultaneously acknowledging its poetic and metaphorical potential
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Observing the messy and often unpleasant aspects of human existence
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
Addressing the next generation and expressing concern for their well-being and future
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Using vivid and tactile language to explore the unknown and uncertain nature of the future
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Switching abruptly to a crude and sexual reference, the singer challenges conventional notions of propriety and morality
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
Examining the fraught social and psychological dynamics of adolescent sexuality and romance
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Drawing an analogy between the immune system and a type of dissident or activist
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
Evoking a sense of melancholic nostalgia for lost time and youthful exuberance
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
Using a sensory metaphor to describe the intensity and urgency of the emotions being experienced
Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
Confronting an adversary and acknowledging their hostility
All your hate emanates but you still hesitate
Pointing out the hypocrisy of those who claim to be righteous or moral while harboring resentment or malice
Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how
Recognizing the power and allure of the singer's creativity and imagination
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Rejecting the prospect of selling out or compromising in order to appeal to commercial interests
Fuck that I see the way you were,
Asserting the artist's confidence and authority in evaluating a situation or person
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work
Promising to confront or expose someone's true intentions or character
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Appealing to a higher power and acknowledging the depth and complexity of the world's problems
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Venting frustration and anger at those who make life difficult and unpleasant
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Threatening to retaliate against those who blame or accuse the artist of wrongdoing
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Identifying the harmful and destructive nature of petty and malicious gossip
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
Rejecting the influence or authority of media or other cultural institutions
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Using violent and extreme language to express anger and defiance
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Asserting the artist's authenticity and integrity in the face of criticism or doubt
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
Challenging those who claim to be supportive or friendly to prove their loyalty and sincerity
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
Embracing a role or identity as an outsider or rebel
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Acknowledging the ways in which personal experience and history shape one's identity and actions
Dre, pass me the glass of wine
Addressing a fellow artist or collaborator and signaling a shift in tone or mood
So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
Paying tribute to friends or associates who have passed away
For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
Honoring the memory and sacrifice of those who have died in service of a higher calling or principle
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
Inviting others to join in or participate in the singer's world or lifestyle
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen
Asserting the artist's power and ability to control or manipulate a situation
Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion
Using violence and destruction as metaphors for artistic creativity and expression
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
Expanding the scope of the artist's claim to power and influence
The world is lost, the world is tossed
Expressing a sense of despair or hopelessness regarding the state of the world
With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Celebrating the collaborative and creative process of making music
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
Acknowledging the role and contribution of other artists to a creative work
People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
Using sports metaphors to describe the competitive nature of artistic expression and exchange
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Playfully contrasting the metaphorical power of language with the physical force of weapons
Making a statement, when you freestyle
Highlighting the importance of improvisation and spontaneity in artistic expression
and your mind is in a free state
Emphasizing the connection between creativity and mental freedom or liberation
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Acknowledging the challenge of sustaining artistic inspiration and momentum over time
Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
Describing the pitfalls of impatience and haste in creative work
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Satirizing the showmanship and superficiality of some forms of popular music
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
Poking fun at the tendency of some artists to misuse or distort language in their music
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Paying tribute to a fellow group or collective from the artist's local music scene
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Using playful and imaginative language to describe the intensity and energy of the singer's music
Making that music that make your neck hurt
Asserting the physical and visceral power of the artist's music to move and excite listeners
And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
Celebrating the cultural and aesthetic appeal of certain types of music and cars associated with a particular lifestyle or identity
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
Describing the features and accessories of the singer's car and sound system in enthusiastic detail
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Elevating the image of the singer's vehicle and lifestyle to mythic or cinematic proportions
Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps
Playing with violent and explosive language in order to create a memorable and provocative image
We just can't be amazed
Repeating a confident and defiant refrain throughout the song to convey the artist's sense of strength and power
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
Paradoxically insisting that even the most extreme or dangerous threats cannot intimidate or defeat the singer
And we some home-made bombs
Identifying with the image of the homemade bomb as a symbol of improvised, creative, and potentially explosive power
Finna blow right up in your face
Threatening the listener or adversary with the artist's explosive and destructive energy
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: LOUIS M. FREEZE, ERIN G. JOHNSON, ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, DAVID A. SHEATS
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MAX SK
Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, when you freestyle
and your mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps
Khan ! !
OUTKAST
Miscellaneous
Xplosion"(feat. B-Real
[Andre]
Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
[Hook:]
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [repeat 3X]
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
[B-Real]
Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that I see the way you were, see the way you smirk I'm catching you
where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade [repeat 3X]
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
[Big Boi]
With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps
Kor6 Bigtime
Hello lord, it's me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won't that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that's when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what desire is? "Huh?"
Apparently not that's why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what fire is? "Yeah"
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your hate emanates but you still hesitate
Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how
To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
Fuck that I see the way you were,
see the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Can I blast those who point the finger at me
Who criticize and talk shit so freely
Fuck XXL you're a size too small
I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass
Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
Dre, pass me the glass of wine
So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
Jump into my ragtop and get all in
I'm the bomb, planted in your car why you frozen
Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion
The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
The world is lost, the world is tossed
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses
Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens
People and persons on the opposite teams oh, yes its curtains
No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking
Making a statement, when you freestyle
and your mind is in a free state
Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow
Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer, got the public's ears
Fucked up can't hear, Atlanta, Georgia where y'all at?
OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
Making that music that make your neck hurt
And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole
With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps
Xavier McCorriston
They all killed it! We need Outkast now more than ever to reunite
Nah Foota Hype
Music marks time.
Javier Vega
No they need to stop rapping
Noah Sims
@Javier Vega no
Julian Bud
Facts and more Cypress Hill also because b real is dope and I see Cypress Hill like what they heard from the south LoL because well they had something to say
Kevin Armstrong
They do not know what good music is Outkast will always be top artists in my book from the south and the music is just fine with me I love it actually I just ordered another one of their CDs
Sandy Fisher
What a track!!! Sounds as fresh now, 20 years later!
Sara Tonin
Whoever hit thumbs down lame af. This song was fire almost 20 years ago and stands above 99% of rap put out since.
Zuencho
is*
Sara Tonin
@Zuencho haha. Nice catch. My point stands.