"T Minus 10  9  8  7  6.. 5  4  3  2  1.. zero!"
 (Blast off!)
 [B Real]
 Come inside  hello everybody  welcome
 Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
 Cause we warring
 All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line
 If anybody wanna get away hey
 I'll find your fuckin ass in due time
 Run and seek shelter but you never will escape
 Flippin over the gate, cause you can't wait
 to get your fuckin ass away
 But you're trapped, and there's no way out of this musrhroom cloud
 But you never wanna realize that I'm planted
 in your mind now
 Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound
 Let another motherfucker run up
 and I'll put your ass down (down)
 Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill star
 Quick look around, you can't hide
 You just might die right where you are
 Chorus: B-Real
 AUDIO X...We gonna your blow your head up (up)
 Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
 Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
 Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin the shit loud
 [Barron Ricks]
 Aiyyo whasup kid, feel the rush, glad you kept in touch
 With these niggaz who be puffin on the Dutch
 Bustin guns, lay back in the cut
 Can it be, it's just a dream when you're on your scene smokin the
 green
 Cause ain't shit never what you think it seem
 From the streets where life ain't cheap
 Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, while you askin, "Who dat rappin?"
 We get all up inside your grill, with the skill
 Shoot to kill when it's time for action
 See you can't hide, from this homicide, that ain't no lie
 Better kiss that black ass goodbye
 when you try to play these wiseguys
 So who's complainin when we intensify the levels on the ryhme
 You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down
 Because we are the wild
 Chorus
 [Barron Ricks]
 "Audio terrorists
 Mic specialists
 About to blow this
 Blast off"
 [B-Real]
 Lookin in your eyes, I see your body bag figure
 Better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
 Cause it's on nigga
 What you wanna do, you better pay close attention
 Let it be known, I control the zone
 beyond your comprehension
 Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
 Fuck and feed him, if they can't take a joke
 and get high
 I'm feelin lye, in my lungs, what the deal bro?
 So many people wanna hit my joint
 but they never got none
 Imagine that bullshit, happens all the time
 Niggaz better start growin they own
 They cannot fuck with mine
 Give me any record and I'll flip it any style
 Beginners better run back to the lab
 and practice for a while
 Chorus
 [Barron Ricks]
 "This has been another AUDIO X explosive
 Blast off