Cypress Hill - I'm Still #1 Lyrics
[b-real]Funkmaster flex, is down with usKrs-one, he's down with usThe wu-tang clan is down with usBusta rhymes you know he's down with usNaughty and fat joe are down with usThe maad circle are down with usDef squad, is down with us?dn's and mike m? are down with usDr. dre you know he's down with usJulio g he's down with usSway and king tech, are down with usMakin funky music is a must... i'm #1! *one echoes*People still takin rappin for a jokeA passing hope, or a phase with the ropeSometime i choke and try to believeWhen i get challenged by a million mc'sI try and tell them, we're all in this togetherMy album was raw, because no one would everThink like i think, or do what i doI stole the show, then i leave without a clueWhattayou think makes up cypress hill?Concisive teaching, or very clear speakingRidiculous bass, aggravating trebleRebel, renegade, must stay paidNot by financial aid, but the break of hitsCausing me to take long tripsI'm the original, teacher of this type of styleRockin off beat with a smile or smirkOr chuckle, yet some are not up toCypress hill posse, so i love toStep in the jam and slam, i'm not supermanCause anybody canOr should be able, to rock a turntableGrab the mic, plug it in and beginBut here's where the problem starts, no heartBecause of that, a lot of groups fell apartRap is still an art, and no one's from the old schoolCause rap is still a brand new coolI say no one from the old school cause rap on the wholeIsn't even twenty years oldFifty years down the line, you can start thisCause we'll be the old school artistsAnd even in that time i'll say a rhymeA brand new style, ruthless and wildRunnin around, spendin money havin funCause even then, i'm still #1! *one echoes*Soul assassin crew of courseComes to express with styles galoreWays of rhyming, old and newPast and present, knock knock who is it?A brand new style, rrrah time to changePeople talk about me when they see me on stageLive in action, guaranteed rawI hang with the rich and i work for the poorAnd after all you can say you sawCypress hill, stompin once moreI play it by ear, i love to steerThe fifty-seven bel air from here to thereI grab the beer, but not in the rideCause i'm not stupid i don't drink and driveI'm not a beginner, amateur or localMy album is sellin, because of my vocalsYou know what you need to learn?Old school artists don't always burnYou're just another rapper whose had his turnNow it's my turn, and i am concernedAbout idiots, posing as kingsWhat are we here to rule, i thought we're 'sposed to singAnd if we are to sing, then let us begin to teachMany of you are educated open your mouth and speakA cypress hill soldier, is something like a total renegadeExcept i don't steal i rhyme to get paidAirplanes flyin, overseas people dyinPoliticians lyin i'm tryinNot to escape, but hit the problem head-onFrom bringin out the truth in the songSo c-h-p short for cypress hill productionMade a little noise cause the crew was sayin somethinPeople have the nerve to take me for a gangstaAn ignorant one, somethin closer to a pranksterDoin petty crimes goin straight to penetentiaryBut in the scale of crime that's really elementaryThis beat is now compellin me, to explain the silenceWhy my last jam was so violentIt's simple, cypress hill will teach realityNo beatin around the bush, straight up, just like 'my weed is free'So now you know, a poet's job is never doneBut i'm never overworked, cause i'm still #1! *one echoes*Mc eiht, he's down with usBig boy and ralph m are down with usRefugee camp, is down with usKhartoum and vigga v are down with usCall o' da wild is down with usPsycho realm, is down with usLifestyle car club is down with usMakin funky music is a must, i'm #1! *one echoes*
