Insane in the Brain
Cypress Hill feat. Mike Shinoda Lyrics

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