bad aim It ends all the same Every mothafucker right here gotta jump on soul train Some go up, some go south Some get stuck in a realm with no way out
my achilles hell, I fell like somebody pulled The plug from my brain signals indicate I'm on my way Open the gates, be insane, psycho babble, constant
Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot Dangerous slums woods lost 'hoods burnt spots we live in Killing fields death fills Concrete jungles
cause you can't stop it Hook: In the killing fields I run with my stee You better recognize the war's here for real You might murder against your will
You're online type in a password from your own mind What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine Y2K year two thousand is when
and bring that high back That's why I strap it's my defense against those Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes? Shit is survival of fittest testing who's biggest and realest
Sick footage of the streets in heat Raw action flood the concrete My team walks through the night And fight in the light of a terrorist dream We watch
Do you even know the reason for your blastin'? It's pointless. you grab your stainless, do your action he stay's motionless Because of your error, they
muthafucka shall be a life-taker We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides Terror strikes under streetlights and grow More out of control and psycho My realm
Chorus: What type of drugs do you do? And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh? ? !! What kind of dirty tricks you do to get
Fuck, the city streets are raining bullets The wind of revolution screams: "come on do it" Hey, looking at this rawness upon us Makes sick soldiers
Less action little attraction Sill death is maxim, they're multi-platinum Killing milions mostly civilians Through secret experiements with disregard for your opinion In the 'shroom fields we feel real
hopes to live better back then so they broke Couldn't cope with being shut down, put down So they found the ubderground looking for freedom from psycho realms
simplest shit ain?t plain to see Chaos floods the life on these streets Took a wrong turn on burned concrete And now the enemy dies for free Real
and bring that high back That?s why I strap it?s my defense against those Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes? Shit is survival of fittest testing who?s biggest and realest
in a battle with crooked-ass cops Heat we feel on crazy Gang infested LA streets We see the red concrete stains And street platoons feel pain Real
[Chorus: Duke] The time has come for some freedom End of the revolution, we won If we don't get what we want we fight on [Sick Jacken] War pigs retire