So Much Trouble - Glen Ricks

My baby left me and my mule got lame Lost my money in a poker game A windstorm came just the other day Blew the house that I lived in away I'm havin' so much trouble, so much trouble So much trouble, I'm about to lose my mind Started sellin' whiskey, wine, and gin They caught me last week and last night again Now, the sheriff he comes, in sight Walked into my house and caught me shootin' dice I'm havin' so much trouble, so much trouble So much trouble, I'm about to lose my mind Carried me away, my pajamas on I even hate that I was born Let me out and I'll go cross town Couldn't find my baby, she'd put me down I'm havin' so much trouble, so much trouble So much trouble, I'm about to lose my mind Went to the races, placed my bet My hard luck my horse isn't in yet I go across town after I blows my dough Even landlady changed the lock on the door I'm havin' so much trouble, so much trouble So much trouble, I'm about to lose my mind Pawned my watch, pawned my chain I'd a pawned myself, but I was ashamed Got a job on the city pay Late one mornin', laid me off that day So much trouble, so much trouble So much trouble, I'm about to lose my mind, yeah My baby left me and my mule got lame Lost my money in a poker game A windstorm came just the other day Blew the house that I lived in, away I'm havin' so much trouble, so much trouble So much trouble, I'm about to lose my mind Trouble, trouble, trouble

So much trouble in the world So much trouble in the world Bless my eyes this morning Jah sun is on the rise once again The way earthly thin's are goin' Anything can happen You see men sailing on their ego trip Blast off on their spaceship Million miles from reality No care for you, no care for me So much trouble in the world So much trouble in the world All you got to do is give a little (give a little) Give a little (give a little), give a little (give a little) One more time, ye-ah! (give a little) Ye-ah! (give a little) Ye-ah! (give a little) Yeah! So you think you've found the solution But it's just another illusion So before you check out this tide Don't leave another cornerstone Standing there behind We've got to face the day Ooh-wee, come what may We the street people talkin' Yeah, we the people strugglin' Now they sitting on a time bomb (Bomb-bomb-bomb! Bomb-bomb-bomb!) Now I know the time has come (Bomb-bomb-bomb! Bomb-bomb-bomb!) What goes on up is coming on down (Bomb-bomb-bomb! Bomb-bomb-bomb!) Goes around and comes around (Bomb-bomb-bomb! Bomb-bomb-bomb!) So much trouble in the world So much trouble in the world So much trouble in the world There is so much trouble (So much trouble in the world) There is so much trouble There is so much trouble (So much in the world) There is so much trouble There is so much trouble in the world (So much trouble in the world) There is (So much in the world) (So much trouble in the world)

T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 Blast 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 mushroom 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 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 Audio X, we gonna your blow your head 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 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 rhyme You better get ready for the battle when the shit goes down Because we are the wild Audio X, we gonna your blow your head 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 Audio terrorists, mic specialists About to blow this, blast off 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 Audio X, we gonna your blow your head 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 This has been another Audio X explosive, blast off