Moving Through the Streets

I`m from the family Sick Symphonies underground crowds are into me <br>Got out the industry `cause the label became my enemy <br>It wasn`t meant to be the machine was just trying to censor me <br>Didn`t do it for Sony so they ended up releasing me <br>Independent no longer locked down for an infinity <br>So my vicinity remains true to my identity <br>Sick Jacken exploiting the sound verbal attacking ear drums <br>From where you`re standing you`ll catch the rapping <br>Music Of The Mask infiltrate past blast out your loud speaker <br>Haters get ass we get the last laugh like Bloodstone <br>Look at the picture tell me what`s wrong <br>Earthquake weather turned LA into a flood zone <br>We dry it up come with the raw when we transmit the rhyme network <br>Psycho Realm that`s my conecta <br> <br>Sick fucks backing the music with drugs <br>And now we`re taking over the scene we`re straight thugs <br>Hit the exit move the package as we get it <br>Sick dogs push in the gates and invade it <br>Moving the revolution through using <br>All kinds of musical forms of confusion <br>You win the area battle raw fusion <br>And fights that light up the night and spell ruin <br>For street teams caught in youth groups of two`s and three`s <br>Means they`re shooting soldiers into the county <br> <br>Radio alerting the streets reach those available <br>Decide which way to go and which not we move unfadable <br>Unbreakable underground sounds will be invading you <br>There`s nothing you could do we`re breaking through <br> <br>We move through kingdoms of violent silent weapons <br>Employ those firing <br>We`re dying <br>While the puppet master`s jerking strings smiling we`re fighting <br>In the street ring not even defying the plan <br>They set the money bait and we`re biting <br>We document images on song using vocal print <br>On how you get prepared to go to war against the monument <br>It`s always been and will always be crooked government <br>Controlling the streets running shit while we`re gunning it <br>Die on it bleed with more numbers than we succeed <br>Statistics recording the growth of the bad seed <br>Moving through streets packing my piece watching for peace disruption <br>And the corruption on the police don`t cease <br>Is there an ending before decease? <br>Or is death the only exit buried and then released? <br> <br>Moving through streets we see enemy forces <br>We drop multi bombs and then flee <br>All competition will reach defeat <br>And targets in my mission will die technically <br>Physically bringing you storm it`s on <br>`Til the end of the war has been won you`ve been warned <br>Swarm with the strength of destructive psyclones <br>And police crews get introduced to straight harm <br>Abused `cause you want me to lose <br>They`re to protect and serve but never to follow the rules <br>Street soldiers refuse <br>We come in the midst of hate with the fate then you`re through <br> <br>Radio alerting the streets reach those available <br>Decide which way to go and which not we move unfadable <br>Unbreakable underground sounds will be invading you <br>There`s nothing you could do we`re breaking through