According to B-Real, “Insane In The Brain” was actually a diss song aimed at Chubb Rock. The group felt Chubb had ridiculed their style on his song “Yabadabadoo” from his 1992 album I Gotta Get Mine Yo. Sen Dog explained:
"Chubb Rock did a whole song dissing B-Real, so I told B-Real, ‘Cook his ass real good,’ which he did."
The phrase “Insane in the membrane” was a localized gang term used at the time by the Crips when doing something crazy. Sen Dog explained:
"Back then, the Crips and the Bloods – who I ran with – were at war,“ he said. You could have a shootout with the police or anyone. So if you walked up to somebody and said, ‘I’m crazy insane, got no brain,’ you’d better be ready to prove that shit. That lingo was reserved for the hardest homies."
DJ Muggs has previously produced the song “Jump Around” by House of Pain, and it is claimed he used the basic formula to produce this song, with minor changes.
The song is built around many samples: a drum break from organist George Semper’s cover version of Lee Dorsey’s “Get Out of My Life, Woman”; a sample of James Brown grunting from the opening of his song “Say It Loud – I’m Black and I’m Proud”; a sample of the line “insane in the brain” from Cypress Hill’s own song “Hole in the Head”; the opening keyboard from Sly & the Family Stone’s “Life” and a sample of the line “I think I’m going crazy” from The Youngbloods' “All Over the World (La La),” which concludes the track.
Billboard ranked “Insane In The Brain” as the #65 biggest song of 1993. In 2007, it was ranked #85 on VH1’s 100 Greatest Songs of the 90s.
Insane in the Brain
Cypress Hill Lyrics
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Don't you know I'm loco?
To the one on the flamboyant tip
I'll just toss that ham in the frying pan
Like Spam, get done when I come and slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
Don't make me wreck shit, hectic
"Aaant", the lights are blinking, I'm thinking
It's all over when I go out drinking
Oh, making my mind slow
That's why I don't fuck with the big 4-O
Bro, I got to maintain
'Cause a nigga like me is going insane
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Crazy insane, got no brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Do my shit undercover, now it's time for the blubber
Blabber, to watch that belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet, don't try it
I'll jack yo' ass like a looter in a riot
My shit's fat, like a Sumo, slamming dat ass
Leavin' your face in the grass
'Cause you know, I don't take a duro, lightly
Punks just jealous 'cause they can't outwrite me
Or kick that style, wicked, wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Rip that mainframe, I'll explain
A nigga like me is going insane
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Crazy insane, got no brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the brain, in the brain
Because I'm loco
Insane in the brain, in the brain
Because I'm loco
Insane in the brain, in the brain (insane)
Because I'm loco
Insane in the brain (damn, nigga)
Gunshot inna yuh head back
Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
I'll hit that bong and break you off something
Soon I got to get my props
Cops, come and try to snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
Head underground to the next town
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
And I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad'
Yes I'm the pirate, pilot
Of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen?
Look, but don't make your eyes strain
A nigga like me is going insane
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Crazy insane, got no brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the brain
Because I'm loco
Insane in the brain
Because I'm loco
Insane in the brain
Because I'm loco
Insane in the brain
Because I'm loco
The lyrics to Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Brain" demonstrate a combination of bravado and deliriousness. The opening lines of the song express the singer's warning to someone who is provoking them with the words "who you trying to get crazy with ése?" and "don't you know I'm loco?" The tone then shifts to the singer's stream of consciousness, where he talks about slamming ham in a frying pan and getting drunk enough to feel like the Son of Sam, a notorious serial killer. The singer then goes on to assert his writing and rapping skills, bragging about his style and blasting those who are jealous of him. The title and refrain of the song, "Insane in the Membrane," suggest mental instability, which is later reinforced by the lyrics mentioning the singer's aging and subsequent mental decline. Overall, the song highlights a combination of aggression, boastfulness, and delirium that is commonly heard in Cypress Hill's music.
Line by Line Meaning
Who you trying to get crazy with ése?
Who are you trying to provoke, my friend?
Don't you know I'm loco?
Don't you realize I'm insane?
To the one on the flamboyant tip
Addressing the person who is extravagant and flashy
I'll just toss that ham in the frying pan
I'll cook that meat like spam in a frying pan
Like Spam, get done when I come and slam
I'll slam you down like a wrestler, and you'll be done like spam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
I feel like a notorious serial killer named Son of Sam
Don't make me wreck shit, hectic
Don't force me to go wild and mess everything up
Next get the chair got me going like General Electric
I'll be so charged up that I'll feel like a General Electric appliance
"Aaant", the lights are blinking, I'm thinking
The lights are blinking, and I'm pondering the situation
It's all over when I go out drinking
I lose control when I drink alcohol
Oh, making my mind slow
Slowing down my mind and reaction time
That's why I don't fuck with the big 4-O
I don't mess with old age because it slows me down
Bro, I got to maintain
I need to keep myself under control
'Cause a nigga like me is going insane
Because someone like me is going insane
Insane in the membrane
Crazy in the head
Insane in the brain
Crazy in the mind
Insane in the membrane
Crazy in the head
Insane in the brain
Crazy in the mind
Insane in the membrane
Crazy in the head
Crazy insane, got no brain
Completely crazy and lacking brain cells
Insane in the membrane
Crazy in the head
Insane in the brain
Crazy in the mind
Do my shit undercover, now it's time for the blubber
I do things in secret, but now it's time to speak freely
Blabber, to watch that belly get fatter
Talk nonsense while you get fat
Fat boy on a diet, don't try it
You're a fat kid pretending to diet, but I'm not fooled
I'll jack yo' ass like a looter in a riot
I'll attack you like a looter during a riot
My shit's fat, like a Sumo, slamming dat ass
My rhymes are strong, like a Sumo wrestler slamming an opponent
Leavin' your face in the grass
Knocking you down and making you eat dirt
'Cause you know, I don't take a duro, lightly
Because you know I don't take a penny lightly
Punks just jealous 'cause they can't outwrite me
Other rappers are jealous of my writing ability
Or kick that style, wicked, wild
Or emulate my edgy and unorthodox style
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
A cheerful person never saw me smile
Rip that mainframe, I'll explain
I'll tear apart the computer and explain how it works
A nigga like me is going insane
Someone like me is becoming insane
Because I'm loco
Because I'm insane
Gunshot inna yuh head back
A gunshot will hit you in the back of your head
Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
Like the famous musician Louis Armstrong who played the trumpet
I'll hit that bong and break you off something
I'll smoke marijuana and offer you some
Soon I got to get my props
I need to receive my recognition and praise
Cops, come and try to snatch my crops
Police officers try to seize my drugs
These pigs wanna blow my house down
The cops want to raid my home and bust me
Head underground to the next town
Escape underground to a new city
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
They become angry when they come to raid my residence
And I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad'
And I'm driving around in a 1990s Cadillac
Yes I'm the pirate, pilot
I'm the one who takes risks and navigates my ship
Of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream
If I achieve my wildest dreams
Hide from the red light beam
Avoid detection from the police
Now do you believe in the unseen?
Do you believe in supernatural or imaginary beings?
Look, but don't make your eyes strain
Look, but don't put too much effort into it
A nigga like me is going insane
Someone like me is becoming insane
Because I'm loco
Because I'm insane
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@drax5872
@@chiarosuburekeni9325 Same could be said for any music, it's all personal opinion.
In my opinion most rap is trash, so is pop and especially any "heartthrob" music
I also say that 99% of the mass produced crap made after 2010 doesn't even count as music. The newer the worse, honestly.
On the flip side I love Metal, Rock, Country and the one that shocks many: Classical music.
Aka what I consider "real music", or in other words: music with some meaning or an actual message.
To each their own mate, to each their own...
@ayaxyprok
4ever
@shulargoo8495
AYAX Y PROK
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@davidsevenfold2967
AYAX Y PROK se animan al baile verbal! Pero solo los conocéis por el episodio de los simpson decid la verdad.
@briann3835
Lpm ustedes xdxd
@valik7020
Joder os queda poco para ser igual de grandes que este grupo , ánimos AYAX Y PROK .
@lawrence5229
Dame un corazón sin reproches :)
@dianacortes5066
Fun fact: YouTube definitely didn't recommended it, you came of your own free will to give yourself a good dose of nostalgia.
@amandaburleson2035
yup
@joshuanance3927
I didn’t ask to get hit in the feels with this comment 🥺🖤
@hightower4604
exactly