Ladies and gentlemen

We would like to present to you

a group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous

Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress, Hill



[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list

[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left

[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!



Verse One: B-Real



So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy

on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be

one who is solo, runnin the whole game

That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine

But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers

Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer

This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill

Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass down the Hill

Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme

like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time

His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow

Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow

I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room

Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms

Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force

Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in The Source

Tried to get XXL, they still fell

Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel



[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left

[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left

[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!



Verse Two: B-Real



I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves

Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save

your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin

That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson

Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind

the physical, better run to the spiritual

Ass-whoop critic