Pupeet Master Lyrics - Cypress Hill

I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi 

Makin greene like mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch 

With every attempt, to have this game shook up 

When dre cook up, every thug look up 

Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built 

Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill 

I rock for rollers, from lowriders to henny toasters 

Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher 

Accept no imitations dre losin his stack 

Is slim as chances, of michael jackson gettin his black fans back 

My reputation's like a tec-9 

Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck time 

See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it 

Dre, b-real, soul assassins got potential buttons activated 

No illusion I have you caught up in the rapture 

Executive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters 

Related 

The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time 

Find Your Next Concert With Live Nation's Tour Stop 

Watch Ariana Grande Sing Her Hits On Carpool Karaoke 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

We're pullin strings, killin kings 

Countin all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole game 

I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it 

Blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop 

Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions 

Assassins, we multiply, by the masses 

Masters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you make 

Through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take 

You see, what I want you to see 

And you turn into whatever I want you to be 

Whatever it be, enemy or ally 

The aftermath results in soul assassins, worldwide 

From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post 

Injectin you, with the high funk overdose 

Dre and the hill, stayin real 

All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled 

Executive order make your time shorter 

Get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack 

Your mind body and soul have been captured 

And taken captive, by the motherfuckin puppet masters 

Photos 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves 

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters 

The soul assassin button has now been activated 

Dr. dre and b-real are providin the verbal abuse 

Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga muggs 

May be fatal 

That's right, this is comin to you directly from the hill y'all 

All rights reserved