Psycho Realm

We came to drop these styles; It`s no shock<br>we rock `til the cops come and knock non-stop<br><br>We come from Psycho Cities and Blocks<br>we`re raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop<br><br>Despite the rules I choose to be, one of the choosen few<br>leavin you confused, dazed and what got you all amazed<br>How the fuck we could be so blazed?<br>It takes one block to fill your life with terror<br>Think of all your bullet holes embedded in your area<br>Bullet, bullet and in the end, who gets shot<br>by motherfuckers making hip hop?<br>We came here to get you high, represent underdogs world-wide<br>on the hustle leading crooked lives<br>We don`t die, we multiply; but we divide<br>so how are we gonna survive?<br>You got your role, I got mine; dont cross paths<br>cause an intersection`s just another form of clash, we crash<br><br>Due to violent environments, crimes terrorize rhyme events<br>I`m bringing the streets to the stage, rockin your front page<br>L.A., street families are crumblin we legacies<br>There must be some type of way out of this pain<br>said the joker chain smokin weed train<br>take aim stop random cappin, shoot a hootah captain<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>We came to drop these styles, it`s no shock<br>We rock `til the cops come and rock non-stop<br>Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?<br>The Psycho Realm`s spraying out your box<br>We come from psycho cities and blocks<br>We`re raised by gunshots and low life in hip-hop<br>Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?<br>We come from psycho cities and blocks<br><br>Will spirits dancing in the flesh accept<br>when somebody changes the music and the tune is death<br>We don`t dance around bonfires<br>We get stoned, tripped or wired<br>in memory of those expired<br>My people`s exodus results in prejudice<br>You ask us why, in poverty, we become terrorists<br>Now let me tell you this: we don`t choose to tote gats<br>and sellin on the corner is to avoid tax<br>If you gun talk or hip-hop there`s too much division<br>so find a new mission or it`ll stop<br>We do our thing, talk slang, live on fast lanes<br>Some do it for money, and others for the fame<br>You`re out playin games dangerous with high aim<br>How long will you maintain before you get slain?<br><br>Clearing the mind but my soul is mad<br>Tendency to act real bad<br>come across me don`t c.o.m.e. out at n.i.g.h.t.<br>Yeah, we the fuckin crazy youth from the streets freely<br>You see me Pelon Psyclone delivering a metal rainstorm<br><br>Chorus