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Intellectual Dons

Cypress Hill

Unreleased & Revamped

1996

engines and courting
And while you Forman fools want to shorten my life 
My life is like survival organs 
It's not important that you're this lyrical

And Ima just havin a leor vision
Hustle in the cold with the hog hidin'
Try to pitch my hands .. Frost bittin'
Look at this now my wrist and hands frost

and a believer in her holy (visions)

[Chorus]

After Joan of Arc's execution and his victory at Lagny
Rais came home and waged war against kids in his vicinity
He

Tryna get dat vision out but these fuck niggas wanna play it
Go ahead and run it up juice told me don't delay with it
Can not fuck with other folks I

a prayer

You're my taker and I'm your giver
You took my mind baby you're a sinner

You got smarter and I lost my wisdom
Wish you were my organs so you wont

And some are made with gourds
There's organs and trombones
And reverbs we can use
Lots of DX-7s
And old athletic shoes
I bought a great big building
It took

indifferent in the lamest bliss?
My heart caves in every ba-bum, bum, bum
My dart may miss, but my resistance is persistent
Parted vision by the minute
Carpe

side just keeps on attracting us
I tried not to listen
Hindsight all these visions
Looking past the looking glasses 'cause it
Shattered in my hand

a western
Vibrated higher the same time
They frequency lessen
On a pursuit to happiness
I gotta keep a seven pound
Hit all seven of your organs
Make you

than snatch the organ that pen is in
Feast on that then I split yo remains wit the militiamen
And I put that shit on Tin and em them if it's legend talk

calm the heart's patter
Stars shatter, supernovas in my nightmares
Incisions in the vision charter where the light bares
Yeah
Yeah-eh-eh now
Helicopters

haunted by a vision of a body bled out
Family matters follow patterns but I don't believe there's room in this house
Look me over, four leaf clover
By

to bone
To organs to blood to proteins to the hole
And within to infinity where I
Lose and lose and lose and lose
I want to reach the bottom
But I'll never

fiendin’
The pleasure and pain that they feed me
I'm a cursed angel
I'm dressed as a mortal
Maybe that's why they believe me
Organ failure I'm having trouble

lotta dead organs we sent up shots to his liver
Babe Ruth choppa this drum a heavy hitter
Lemon flavored exes all them hoes still bitter
Strap a UPS glock

Awakened to taste of cold iron and bile[00:40.97]Blurred visions persist[00:42.11]Throat torn, shredded veins, warm flesh defiled[00:45.55]Frozen in

shed its skin on our bed

I will slice a long and slippery organ out of you
If you touch the naked craters of my bestial back
A cold iron chain pulls

out the womb
With the vision to bomb
Bitch I'm the shit
You should honor my dick
Blue blood, cold as ice like a crip
Wild nigga, you ain’t fucking with

Bullets they penetrate organs Seperate like surgically Removed
Step like a nephilem fly like Maleficent send thunder bolts Thru the roof
I'm like a wild

instrumental
But the words I heard
Were just a poor man's vision
Yeah a portent of rhythm
Pour me into your
Cathedral cortex and listen
Has the organ risen?

Marsupial pouch, portal combat
Yo gimme the controller one, you bet I'm on that
Soundtrack undeniably boom bap
Smooth organs and the narrative
I hear

your remains down the toilet
Let Orcas feast on your organs
You get the portrait ?
Can never forfeit
Got more drive than Valero
Flew to success don't

Have your organs hanging like ornaments 

With a torch I torture shit 

Final level of the 

tournament 

Jim Morrison

Ignoring your nourishment

and feared
Mans' society has no place here
Hearing a rumble from above
Triggered visions of planes and where i'm from

Splintered trees and burning leaves
Fire