Audio X
Cypress Hill Lyrics


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"T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 zero!"
(Blast off!)

Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
'Cause we warring
All you fucking yellow comets running from the front line
If anybody wanna get away hey
I'll find your fucking ass in due time
Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
Flipping over the gate, cause you can't wait
To get your fucking ass away
But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this mushroom cloud
But you never wanna realize that I'm planted
In your mind now
Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound
Let another motherfucker run up
And I'll put your ass down (down)
Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star
Quick look around, you can't hide
You just might die right where you are

Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud

Hey yo what's up kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
With these niggas who be puffin on the Dutch
Busting guns, lay back in the cut
Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smoking the green
'Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem
From the streets where life ain't cheap
Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you asking, "Who that rapping?"
We get all up inside your grill, with the skill
Shoot to kill when it's time for action
See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
Better kiss that black ass goodbye
When you try to play these wise guys
So who's complaining when we intensify the levels on the rhyme
You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Because we are the wild

Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud

"Audio terrorists
Mic specialists
About to blow this
Blast off"

Lookin in your eyes, I see your body bag figure
Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
'Cause it's on nigga
What you wanna do, you better pay close attention
Let it be known, I control the zone
Beyond your comprehension
Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
Fuck and feed him, if they can't take a joke
And get high
I'm feeling lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
So many people wanna hit my joint
But they never got none
Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time
Niggas better start growing they own
They cannot fuck with mine
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Beginners better run back to the lab
And practice for a while

Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud





"This has been another AUDIO X explosive
Blast off!"

Overall Meaning

The song "Audio X" by Cypress Hill is a powerful track that delivers a message about the band's power and authority when it comes to music. The first verse talks about the band's readiness for battle and emphasizes that anyone who tries to get away from them will be caught. The explosive intro and the repeated count-down create a feeling of anticipation that sets the tone of the song.


The second verse continues with the aggressive vibes and talks about the band's ability to take on any style of music and make it their own. The lyrics suggest that no one can resist the catchy beats and the powerful flow of Cypress Hill. They are the masters of the rap game, and nobody can compete with them. The third verse talks about the band's successful career and how they got to where they are. The lyrics suggest that their journey has not been easy but that they have overcome all the obstacles and haters.


Line by Line Meaning

T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 zero!
Blast off!


Come inside, hello everybody, welcome
Welcome to our compound


Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Prepare for war


'Cause we warring
We are at war


All you fucking yellow comets running from the front line
You cowards running from the front line


If anybody wanna get away hey
If anyone wants to escape,


I'll find your fucking ass in due time
I'll find you and make you pay


Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
You can run but you can't hide


Flipping over the gate, cause you can't wait
You're desperate to escape


To get your fucking ass away
To get away from danger


But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this mushroom cloud
You're trapped with no escape from the danger


But you never wanna realize that I'm planted
You refuse to accept that I'm in control


In your mind now
I'm in your thoughts


Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound
Our compound is loud


Let another motherfucker run up
If someone tries to attack us


And I'll put your ass down (down)
I'll defeat them


Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star
We'll take your Cypress Hill stars


Quick look around, you can't hide
You'll be caught and defeated


You just might die right where you are
You could get killed immediately


Audio X, We gonna your blow your head up (up)
We'll blow your mind


Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
Our music will make you dance


Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
We can make any record our own


Niggas can't help it, 'cause they bumping the shit loud
People love our music and can't resist playing it loudly


Hey yo what's up kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
Hey, how's it going? Glad you stayed in contact


With these niggas who be puffin on the Dutch
With us, who smoke weed


Busting guns, lay back in the cut
We're experienced in warfare but relaxed


Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smoking the green
It feels like a dream when we're smoking weed


'Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem
Things are not always as they seem


From the streets where life ain't cheap
We come from a rough neighborhood


Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you asking, "Who that rapping?"
It's us, Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins


We get all up inside your grill, with the skill
We confront you with expertise


Shoot to kill when it's time for action
We'll take lethal action if necessary


See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
You can't escape from our violent attacks


Better kiss that black ass goodbye
You better prepare to die


When you try to play these wise guys
When you try to challenge us


So who's complaining when we intensify the levels on the rhyme
Who will be criticizing us for using intense lyrics?


You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Be prepared for war


Because we are the wild
We're untamed and unstoppable


"Audio terrorists
We're audio terrorists


Mic specialists
We're skilled at using microphones


About to blow this
We're about to destroy everything


Blast off"
Let's go


Lookin in your eyes, I see your body bag figure
I see someone who is going to die soon


Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Be prepared for war


'Cause it's on nigga
It's happening, let's go


What you wanna do, you better pay close attention
Be careful with your actions


Let it be known, I control the zone
I'm in control here


Beyond your comprehension
You wouldn't understand


Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
We're smoking weed and the tension is building


Fuck and feed him, if they can't take a joke
Don't take everything so seriously


And get high
Just relax and get high with us


I'm feeling lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
I'm feeling good from smoking weed, how about you?


So many people wanna hit my joint
Everyone wants to smoke with me


But they never got none
But they never have any weed of their own


Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time
It's a common occurrence


Niggas better start growing they own
People should grow their own weed


They cannot fuck with mine
My weed is better than theirs


Beginners better run back to the lab
Unskilled rappers should go back to practicing


And practice for a while
Until they're better




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music
Written by: Barron Ricks, Larry E. Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze

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