The Psycho Realm

[Mr. Duke]<br>I told the tower of power we can work together<br>But I guess they rather see wars and scars better<br>Street veterans holding enemy bandera<br>And then we`re caught up in the web of the guerra<br>We`re all fightin` and fightin` and lose lives<br>At the end everyone dies<br>We`re all cursed like that bu the maker<br>No muthafucka shall be a life-taker<br>We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides<br>Terror strikes under streetlights and grow<br>More out of control and psycho<br><br>[Jacken]<br>My realm is dowtown, rampart district, pico union<br>We shatter illusions with weapons we`re using<br>Or sets we`re choosing<br>No Rolls we roll old-mobile<br>More real than majority, we`re docile but still<br>Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams<br>Big paybacks and police beatings<br>I can`t replace my home with peacefull silence<br>But my roots are planted in this city of violence<br>We call it Lost City where angels roam commiting unknown<br>Ghetto prone guarding the zone<br>>From all damage but can only manage to handle<br>Partial scandal. What`s your angle? Crooked or vandal? Or killer<br>Plot filler drug dealer we all co-exist in this thriller<br><br>Chorus: X2<br>[Mr. Duke]<br>Look around, it`s in your town<br>Deadly sirens brings on violence<br>[Jacken]<br>Take heed to this warning bad times stormin`<br>War between city blocks and cops<br><br>[Mr. Duke]<br>Watchful eye, resident die<br>When they see crimes go down and drop dimes<br>It ain`t no lie these days become strange<br>How many people go shootin` at the street range<br>Arms armed at those that control felon man chains<br>Explain why I`m target to homicide<br>Flash throwin at my head code red leavin` soldiers wasted, dead<br><br>[Jacken]<br>Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent<br>Condemned to the silent movement of rebels who are defiant<br>Sick-ciders spreading our venoms like sick spiders<br>We construct a web and catch all those who fight us<br>Capture threads at your head<br>Crash units switch to code red<br>Find you in a ditch undercover dirt bed<br>Who said they was untouchable but instead<br>Catch the end of their ropes all hopes bled<br>Out your village, pillage empires rank higher<br>But in the end cities get lost in the crossfire<br><br>[B-Real]<br>Everybody wants a piece of your pie, do you qualify?<br>Or will you die like all the others?<br>Survival is your onlt means, or will you suffer?<br>From those bad dreams are you still losing tour will to live and<br>Let live in the land of the chaotic, abusive "Lost Cities"<br>Filled with narcotics?<br>Two times to the power, I planted a bomb in the tower<br>Going off every hour<br>No prisoniers in the laws of wars that you saw<br>Imagine all the sick individuals<br>Down for the cause<br>We all come from the sick side of town<br>But some of us stay underground in the unfound Lost Cities<br><br>[Mr. Duke]<br>I need your help to gain control of the Lost City<br>Fight to survive, something crazy has just happened<br>The captain of the justice system runin` the show is psycho<br>I claim to be a big part of "Empire Strikes Back" at rampart<br>Rivals thrown in a vicious cycle livin` in the city that`s lost<br><br>Chorus: X2<br>[Jacken]<br>Look around, it`s in your town<br>Deadly sirens brings on violence<br>[Mr. Duke]<br>Take heed to this warning bad times stormin`<br>War between city blocks and cops