[SickJacken:] They say my function's interupted By alcoholic consumption Hennesey or Tennesse Whiskey hunting for something more potent For getting disorted
(feat. B-Real) [Chorus: Duke] 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
with white chalk Crash hits and my troops get marked I'm in a danger zone when I walk Split seconds in time life become short Courtesy of LA P.D psycho
Caught 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
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
bullet from a fuckin' gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me And you're fucked for ever" [All] L to the O to the V to the E, love! [B-Real]
picture tell me what'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
The 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
(feat. B-Real) i got mad visions, pictures and premonitions of war drums and suicide missions prosecution, execution, revolution, mass confusion all
Cops are found dead and to no surprise And get classified wasted no lie They come and invade the wrong life And only the strong survive so they die
We exert power with metal showers at all hours While they devour with mental prowess and kill ours Show of force for harm it's main source We divorce
combat skills are falling For real you know we get down In sick-ass world downtown killing fields Learn soldier grills Fuck'em all up on the street real
[CHORUS x1] Time is short and my life is sick That's how it is man look at this shit You get abused by street platoons Hit you like wind and what-
(feat. B-Real) [B-Real] You better dig deep and find soul 'Cause you're lost, need guidance, which way to go People are despicable, unpredictable spirits
get you muthafucka that ass is mine [B-Real] This has been another psycho ward production You learn anything at all you learn payback is a bitch Psycho Realm
Esta peladita ese! Este no sale Ganando pesos solo surtiendole a tus carnales [Chorus] Psycho, loco, wyno, mariguano Vendiendo mota para ganar feria Surtiendo la mariguana Vendiendo la mota buena Psycho
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