Insane in the Brain
Cypress Hill䘠 Lyrics

Who you tryin' ta mess with ese?
Who are you trying to mess with, friend?

Don't you know I'm loco?
Don't you know I'm insane?

To da one on da flam Boy it's tough I just toss that ham in the fryin' pan Like spam It's done when I come in Slam Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
Referring to cooking like a chef, expressing feeling like a serial killer, 'Son of Sam,' don't mess with me.

Don't make me wrek ya hectic Automatic got me goin' like Gen'ral Electric Damn The lights are blinking I'm thinking It's all over when I go out drinking
Don't make me take control, my energy is high like General Electric, and I can't function normally when I drink.

Oh Makin' my mind slow, That's why I don't fuck wit da big four-oh Bro I got ta' maintain 'Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
I'm slowing down mentally, that's why I avoid the big 40 oz beer, trying to keep myself together because I'm going insane.

Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain!
I'm going insane here!

Do my shit undercover Now it's time for for the blubber Blabber To watch dat belly get fatter Fat boy on a diet Don't try it I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot
I want to keep my actions private; right now, I need to work on getting myself in shape, don't even try me or I'll put you in check like a looter in a riot.

Much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass Leavin' your face in the grass You know I don't take a chulo Lightly Bitch just jealous 'cause he can't outwrite me
I'm too fast, like a sumo wrestler, leaving your face in the ground, I don't take disrespect lightly, this guy's just jealous because he can't compete with me.

So kick that style, wicked Wild Happy face nigga never seen me smile Whip dat mainframe I'll explain
My style is unique and different, it's wild and wicked, but people have never seen me smiling; I'll explain every detail of my masterplan.

A nigga like me is goin' insane
Just reinforcing the fact that he's going insane.

Like Louie Armstrong Play the trumpet, I'll hit dat bong And break ya off somethin' soon I got ta get my props Cops Come and try ta' snatch my crops
I'm like Louie Armstrong, playing musical instruments, I'll smoke weed and live the high life, I deserve respect, not the cops snatching my crops.

These pigs want to blow my house down Head underground To the next town They get mad when they come to raid my pad And I'm off in the night deuce Cad
The cops want to demolish my house, so I'm going underground to a new town, they're annoyed when they come to raid my place and find that I've already gone in my Night deuce Cadillac, a luxurious car.

Yes I'm the pirate Pilot Of this ship if I get wit' the ultraviolet dream Hide from the red light beam Now do you believe in the unseen Look But don't make ya' eyes strain
I'm the captain of this ship, but don't tell anyone or draw attention, I'm escaping reality by dreaming, hiding from the authorities, and thinking about unseen things; don't strain your eyes.

A nigga like me is goin' insane
The song concludes with his repeated acknowledgment that he is indeed confused and disturbed.