Iand'm from the family sick symphonies underground crowds are into me
got out the industry and'cause the label became my enemy
it wasnand't meant to be the machine was just trying to censor me
didnand't do it for sony so they ended up releasing me
independent no longer locked down for an infinity
so my vicinity remains true to my identity
sick jacken exploiting the sound verbal attacking ear drums
from where youand're standing youand'll catch the rapping
music of the mask infiltrate past blast out your loud speaker
haters get ass we get the last laugh like bloodstone
look at the picture tell me whatand's wrong
earthquake weather turned la into a flood zone
we dry it up come with the raw when we transmit the rhyme network
psycho realm thatand's my conecta
sick fucks backing the music with drugs
and now weand're taking over the scene weand're straight thugs
hit the exit move the package as we get it
sick dogs push in the gates and invade it
moving the revolution through using
all kinds of musical forms of confusion
you win the area battle raw fusion
and fights that light up the night and spell ruin
for street teams caught in youth groups of twoand's and threeand's
means theyand're shooting soldiers into the county
radio alerting the streets reach those available
decide which way to go and which not we move unfadable
unbreakable underground sounds will be invading you
thereand's nothing you could do weand're breaking through
we move through kingdoms of violent silent weapons
employ those firing
weand're dying
while the puppet masterand's jerking strings smiling weand're fighting
in the street ring not even defying the plan
they set the money bait and weand're biting
we document images on song using vocal print
on how you get prepared to go to war against the monument
itand's always been and will always be crooked government
controlling the streets running shit while weand're gunning it
die on it bleed with more numbers than we succeed
statistics recording the growth of the bad seed
moving through streets packing my piece watching for peace disruption
and the corruption on the police donand't cease
is there an ending before decease?
or is death the only exit buried and then released?
moving through streets we see enemy forces
we drop multi bombs and then flee
all competition will reach defeat
and targets in my mission will die technically
physically bringing you storm
itand's on and'til the end of the war
has been won youand've been warned
swarm with the strength of destructive psyclones
and police crews get introduced to straight harm
abused and'cause you want me to lose
theyand're to protect and serve but never to follow the rules
street soldiers refuse
we come in the midst of hate with the fate then youand're through
radio alerting the streets reach those available
decide which way to go and which not we move unfadable
unbreakable underground sounds will be invading you
thereand's nothing you could do weand're breaking through
