[B-Real]
I slay punks who don´t know their own identity
You spit my name and use it like an obscenity
You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy
You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly
I can tell you what´s crackin´ and done get splitten
You corrosin´ on the floor, shaken and snake bitten
You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew
Don´t mean shit to me and you ain´t got a clue
of what´s about to happen - interaction
Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction
Hold tight, keep yourself together
cause we´re about to storm you like shitty weather

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that´s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don´t give a damn, I´m just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it´s a formality
How can I say: "You ain´t shit to me"
Without you takin´ it personally

[Sen Dog]
Ten, proper years of bringin´ funk
I, still count mine, it´s hella gettin´ over the hump
I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump
Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)
I don´t wanna be the King of the Sing
Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team
I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream
They love that old South Side gangsta lean
Call the Psycobeta, I guess you´re crackin´
Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin´
Look at hostile - ah, damn wild
Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child
Don´t get caught up hangin´ on the mortar
Hold on and I´ll turn y´all punks all wild

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that´s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don´t give a damn, I´m just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it´s a formality
How can I say: "You ain´t shit to me"
Without you takin´ it personally

(10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!)

[B-Real]
I´m tired of whack rappers and fame seekers
Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers
I don´t mind exposin´ you hollow bitches
I got the medicine over the swallow bitches
You play roles like an actor but get no oscar
Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster
You´re just an imposter, you lost your composure
Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure
But you´re in denial and still remain vile
In a place within last style and senseless wild
I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up
That´s when you get introduced to the street sweeper

[Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog]
[B-Real]
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself up for catastrophe
I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be
You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!!

[Sen Dog]
Set yourself up for catastrophe and that´s the only way that is has to be
The whole damn world is mad at me
But I don´t give a damn, I´m just glad to be
All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it´s a formality
How can I say: "You ain´t shit to me"
WITHOUT YOU TAKIN´ IT PERSONALLY...