1.The Crazy Area
Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot
Dangerous slums woods lost oods burnt spots we live in
Killing fields death fills
Concrete jungles rumbles ill
Sick projects swinging steel
Real towns around you get killed
The players in the scheme unfold and flash guns
And fill our thoughts with fuck everyone
Plots will involve action
And leave crooks in hiding crime on the run
Cops run around and patrol
But can handle the vandal big psyclone
Crash wants me gone
So we all fight and die and the crazy area lives on
Welcome to wild raid zones
Where sirens will pierce your ears like deaf tones
Move fast and don get smoked
ause echoes of a massacre flood the ghetto
Stroll the roads downtown
Where the residents are masked with sad faced clowns
Come grab your straps and get down
And drown the streets in murder surround sound
In this jail cell we call hell and dwell
In well kept project homes built to tilt what real
We manage to kill any chance with true skill
Imprisoned until we give our lives as payment for bail
We will feel the sting misery sings about a king
Who brings angels with stripped wings
Fallen rings turned cliques who click arms in wrong street am
Destroy calm and bring fatal winds that birth harm
Create alarm by dawn they e releasing the bomb
And we e unaware, numb, entranced like shakes charmed
Fatal bond between us and bullets
Give us better gods for premature death than russian roulette
And who l pull it raw dog analog, mind fog, thoughts clogged
Crooked action ration is camouflaged
Passion is sabotaged we e livings heartless
But there doing dirt the one who spark this
Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot
Dangerous slums woods lost oods burnt spots we live in
Killing fields death fills
Concrete jungles rumbles ill
Sick projects swinging steel
Real towns around you get killed
2.Order Through Chaos
The simplest shit ain 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 young guns are kept firing
And the clowns that are holding it down are smiling
We kill our own and bring sirens
And act out the ultimate plans of fighting
Chaos serves as smoke repeated hoax to screen
We lose control confused in the midst of staged scenes
Media invented unrelented reports presented
Often enough to make us think our world tormented
Sentenced by the momentous news of feuds we side and choose
Use weapons and step in the trap we lose
Pick up wars designed to scar and kill ours
All because the broadcast flashed ghetto stars
How much television you watch you tube whores？
Keep score and wake up or they l do it some more
Crazy times and wild headlines
Document the city routine with hard rhymes
Blinded street teams clash
And push our message across the news flash
Baldheads are sick minded
And anyone who crosses the path is found dead
Through tv set nonsense
We sit and fit as the face of violence
(chorus)
We roam the streets all lost
And get caught up in a world of chaos
Survive or defeat concrete jungle
Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets
We roam the streets all lost
And get caught up in a world of chaos
Survive or defeat concrete jungle
Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets
They keep order by making street corners gang borders
Beating down king and setting the theme for riot starters
Cop quarters can maintain the disorder
So they call the national guard to come strike harder
Rolling deep headed for florence and normandy where all you see
Building on fire chaos on roman streets
Hope is cheap sold by the local thief relief from the common
grief
Served on a platter shatter your smallest dreams
Pig chiefs are referees on gladiator fields
We e too busy dodging the sword truth stays unrevealed
Sealed all filled in the federal cabinets
Classified order through chaos for world inhabitants
Can you survive these real hard times？
Wild confrontations of mine, well, alright
We go to the streets at night
And fight in the sick-ass side show of mine
We play the government role
And straight up fuckin？smoke the rival
We plan you will fall
And leave you wasted on arrival
Chorus (x1)
3.Pico-union Disctrict
Pico-union (x2)
Ain no love (x4)
We e missing in action living in a time when it in fashion
To be gun flashing, blasting that why we ain lasting
All fastened, strapped ready for rivals harassing
Looking over your shoulder ducking cars that are passing
In my rumbo you hear that latin lingo
Guns shoot through at pachucos fuckin？sickos
With four nickels nobody walks around single
Get caught slipping they l pull your card from a window
It that simple locals get gaffled by barrio locos
Steal their spanish grease making them shed a tear like willie
bobo
Over dollars, chains and rings things that are worth poco
A coco out there stealing ause they e fiending for perico
A head crack will strike and attack for a sack
Pawn or sell your shit to buy a rock and bring that high back
That why i strap it my defense against those
Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes？
Shit is survival of fittest testing who biggest and realest on
the street
Feel this beware of killers, stealers and dealers
Rebel guerillas striking on policemen who give us
Hard times in the city where no love is with us
in no love
Ain no love
In the city？(x2)
Ain no love (x4)
In the city (x4)
Ain no love
4.Enemy Of The State
We dominate but feel the pain from bullets my carnales take
Out of state soldiers join us to form a conglomerate
It's out of hate oppressed revolt from feeling that they gotta
take
All the weight so we go to war to find another way
Intercept opposite forces entering our sick vicinity
It's killing me how wars that make no sense last an infinity
It's silly shit how a city gets mentally unfit
But really it gets worse when buildings set the scene for
murders script
I know you heard of this crisis and what the price is
High stress amplifies the need for all your vices
But steer clear ause we're here in fear they're
Taking over everything and so we fight the war years
Fierce weapons speak for each side through open forum skies
Some die when bullets pierce the skin exploding inside
We provide a dream for our team look past the war scene
Dethrone the king gain control reign supreme
Aim high for your street regime
Look for unseen enemies hiding in the smoke screen
The town i live in got daily death so we're numb to feeling
Blood spilling got my whole block concealing
If cops come frisking we're felony risking
Catch 22 system either way you fall victim
The stage is set up the script is written so we get wet up
Now think about who dies when we let the lead out
We're killing family tragically
The enemy dividing those fighting against it weakening our
infantry
We caught on to your big plan
Separate us into street gangs
Infiltrate the sets put some battles in effect
To distract from your dirty outfit, yeah
We rock the block that you got locked
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 soon times will change
And you will see the truth that we claim
Aim your sickness this way
In sick games we reign insane
There's only one way to explain
And now you lay to die with broke frames
Enemies of the state take center stage
And watch the rules we violate
Now we recall and fall
For all sins of life and break the law
There's many us dangerous
Plenty of you want war we fight any
We walk the paths all lost
And bring la p.d holocaust
Anybody gets rocked the truth
First your ass gets rocked and then shot
We see through the plot
City street teams get broke down and then got
Rot in ditches dug
To get filled up with government bitches
We see the police
And train to kill the brain of the all terrain beast
Work done by street families
Make us and the state enemies
5.Conspiracy Theories
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
They rest at a place of violence
And 5-0's get broke like codes of silence
Sirens flood the scene with blood
They come firing
We crooks get thrown big books
And hooked with a life sentence
Hunted mental stress on these la streets
Permanent like inks on flesh, shit
We blast off the big guns
il blankets of death have wrapped everyone
Homeboys and the law abiding
Get stuck full of holes they're dying
Don't let the wild bullet
Conspiracies hit the target
Befriend the whole system
Or you too will be found dead
Chorus (x1)
The code of the streets means anything goes
Against these wars with street fleets
Wanted by many
These sick-ass cliques ain't touched by any
Law enforcement
The code of the streets
The masterplan don't include us so they shoot us
Supply weapons, coke, crack and buddha
Keep track of who took the bait through computers
Enslave and regulate the oods through the juras
We're all victims as the plot thickens
Better recognize the big plan clock's ticking
Stricken by the plague no sign of us saved
Satan is the ruler of the modern day
We fight angelic wars where my block attacks yours
Numbed by the drugs that are sold on street stores
Everybody out here walking around in a daze
You can't find your way out the maze through purple haze
And while you're lost you're desensitized with force
Through violence that's televised in spite of the cross
Through news and other media we see homicide
So murder and death are now part of our daily lives
All of a sudden you're gunning blasting's just a game
Join a gang run with them destroy your own plane
For a name, fame and crumbs you're dumb
You're feeding right into the conspiracy the outcome is death
Chorus (x1)
And anybody else that enforce the law
Gets broke the fuck off
We fight with them
How many men get sent to destroy the violent movement？
Oppose government
The code of the streets
6.Tragedy. com
You're online type in a password from your own mind
What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all
mine
Y2k year two thousand is when they go blind
Shut down machines scrambling while media co-signs
Predesigned programs that kill technology romance
Set up for chaos make you and destiny slow dance
So the storm lands microchip in your wrist and they'll insist
That this will make life easier troubleless
Hassle-free but actually none of this is for the best
Interest or the progress of society, buying me？
You can call me paranoid but paranoia's a defense mechanism
From those trying to destroy ya
Don't let them throw ya off course
Keep that money safe buried in your backyard
And beware of the pale horse
These tragic scenes unfold and cause panic
Organized crime families control automatically
Computer chip slanging to new age fanatics
Stuck to your pc screens like addicts
Madness and online freedom bandits
Create you a world wide web of sadness
This sick plan to assist the removal of democracy
Won't miss
We're caught in webs of mind control screens
And through world wide revolt you find tragedy
We fight the scenes
Enemies and computer chip slavery？tragedy
Computer components are considered demonic masonic
Made by the enlightened opponent they own it
They control it flood the market target the dormant
Claiming that they simplify but really complicate the moment
In a glance we think hollow follow the prize
Swallow the shallow lies strive where we wallow
Computer age stage millenium plague vague but certain
Open the curtain digital burden
Strangers link to you bring danger
Red sky signs of the weather
Being controlled a world wide light show
And they know the commands for rain, wind, snow
Codes punched in produce storms
And can't be stopped with the use of fire arms
Anti-government groups get shot
And we slide into the age of robot
Cops enforce world orders and bring static
And civilians and the uniformed go at it
Wild fights ignite in the middle of the night
Into the daylight
Reported acts to enslave on track
And we push our hack platoon to get started
Terrorists through e-mail drop bombs
7.Earthquake Weather
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake
weather
Keep your eye on the storm come and get us
When the shit goes down we're all down ause we're fed up
At how the system is set up
Breaking through my storm sick weather
Psyclone stroll my zone come on enter
Government punks think their world's a lot better
But it's regular men that run the country forever
Who got the power, the law, really？
Never! thought i'd go to war with my city
Carry out plans advance in the dark
Tactics trace you 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
Inhaling white coke straight snort
Life is a contact sport weather report
The sun will be smitten
You understand what we're transmitting？
Under the vanishing ozone
Melting like a snow cone
Listen before we come to not existing
The new system
Sets up the weather to splice us
Wipe the dust off mental vices
Snipe devices in this age of crisis
The price of being decisive is choking
Welcome to no hope land
Where two words can't be spoken
That's prevent this
So they're frozen like cryogenics
In the driest of ice scaling global heights
With hollow sights on scientists' heads like lice
Who have patternized more than just mice
Strike to kill the present but the present is this
Try to fight a dead end that's sent through fists
Mind computer list of motives
Electric convulsive through the voltage
Prime supreme truth cult
Rhyme revolt
Forecasting the act of action
To flatten the state of defense
Info prints static
To unpulsate the black magic that breathes
Believe in what we ourselves conceive
For us it must and it will happen
Destruction before creation the war of capping
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake
weather
Keep your eye on the storm come and get us
When the shit goes down we're all down ause we're fed up
At how the system is set up
8.The Winds Of Revolution
Fuck, the city streets are raining bullets
The wind of revolution screams：'come on do it'
Hey, looking at this rawness upon us
Makes sick soldiers enter the darkness
Begin a circle around the center
Of power then break down the whole tower
The winner will be the man
That grabs the steel by the hand and pulls the damn trigger
I warn you when the worldwide weather report gets shaken
What-cha gonna do？
I choose to be deadly unpredictable
Earthquake weather forever
9.Moving Through The Streets
I'm from the family sick symphonies underground crowds are into
me
Got out the industry 'cause the label became my enemy
It wasn't meant to be the machine was just trying to censor me
Didn'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 you're standing you'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 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 that's my conecta
Sick fucks backing the music with drugs
And now we're taking over the scene we'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 two's and three's
Means they'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
There's nothing you could do we're breaking through
We move through kingdoms of violent silent weapons
Employ those firing
We're dying
While the puppet master's jerking strings smiling we're fighting
In the street ring not even defying the plan
They set the money bait and we're biting
We document images on song using vocal print
On how you get prepared to go to war against the monument
It's always been and will always be crooked government
Controlling the streets running shit while we'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 don'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 it's on
'til the end of the war has been won you've been warned
Swarm with the strength of destructive psyclones
And police crews get introduced to straight harm
Abused 'cause you want me to lose
They'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 you'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
There's nothing you could do we're breaking through
10.Street Platoons
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-cha gonna do？
We break circles of enemies blocks get shot with defeat
They say no drive-by's on the street
So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps
Sick platoons flood the streets of los
Like a sick typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by world wide
And everybody you and i know dies
The only guarantee in life is death your last breath
Come when your famo least expect it
Soldier run wild in your song
Red dawn strikes your back in dead 'nam
Your mind's flipping but the scene's dead calm
And your whole world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city like that
Pants, t-shirts are creased and stole gats
La undercover shoot to kill
Child of the streets run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs that start shit
Guilty treat us all dirty filthy
The streets are flooded with budded corrupted minds running
Those who can't cut it
Leave the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or reason for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of your color bleeding
Repeating never stopping body dropping
'hood rocking window glocking zone shocking
Defending pavement attacking, facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement shackled for justice to the plaintiff
When the charges stick that's it you get hit with some bid
For what you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to live
'cause of the block he lives in
Not giving a fuck just trying to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons like it's some fashion
Going out of style so you catch it for some action
It's no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
Locked on dope no hope for growth that's why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals fail to lock it but crime sky
rockets
So where the fuck is the profit？
Maybe in hands of those who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take that shit back by forming neighborhood connections
Chorus (x1)
11.Sick Dogs
Chorus (x1)
Sick dogs collide with your stride
Break them off a left and then right
Fight all over these streets
'till i meet defeat i'm with these
Blocks that rock so many
Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes
Inside circles
Attacking like packs of real sick dogs
Running wild, crazy
Sick in the head get out of hand daily
Sick dogs got one screw missing
Are you a pel鏮 psyclone on a mission？
Sick dogs we run deep creep come up while you sleep
The strong pray on the weak drop your heat
And protect yourself defend yourself stop the shoot up
Tatted down saying fuck the jura you're a sick dog
Running right through your city of sin
Look alive as we all fall in
Some might fall when the circle spins
And who knows when the show will end
Look at you throw against somebody
Run around and around fighting
Hand to hand combat is starting
And you with no 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 quick but don't kill
Ill mutha-fuckas will make you feel that fear
Hold still
Some might stand and some might fall
What kind of man are you？ we're sick dogs
Chorus (x1)
Dance of the dead results in code red
Fatal blows to your whole head
City troops are sent and violently
Answer calls but they're all scared
Beware of the cold hard stare
Of a sick-ass man who ain't all there
I dare the dogs of law
To come inside my world they all fall
I lead the rest of the pack
And send them on commands of attack
Once you run there's no way back
And we can't let you go fuck that
Don't spare the lives of enemies
On these war frontlines they all die
War pigs and us don't mix
Watch'em all drop in the pit
Chorus(x1)
12.Show Of Force
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 our current leaders with no remorse
Crash course position the miniature plastic soldiers
Onto the carefully drafted, disastered dirt war
What is it for we hurt your group
And every troop that's with me will work toward
Damaging your central areas with eventual pain
The rain is repeated to gain essential upper hand
Needed to stump the plan we land
My artillery shoots when let loose shoots and
My bullets rams piercing the skin of other men
In battle we rattle the shadow of death no win
Thin chance if you're trying to survive the grim dance
When the bomb lands your odds for death and enhanced
Soldiers stance warriors tranced with drug spells
We advance through burning sands in slug hells
Chemical warfare gasmask is the savior
Temporary relief, release from the danger
Silence is a stranger, anger commanding demanding
Other sides surrendering to the strangler
Show of force we cross and aim higher
Knock'em down then we cease fire
Take time to consider the bitter sweet no glitter
Or glamour the hammer drops in any manner
The scanner detects the weak speak up for yours
Any cause of revolution and evolution of law
Draws the conclusion of people abusin' their roles
Hold on to the controls
Your soul's slipping into darkness
Heartless individual start this and part this
Connection we bought this and sought this out
We about it - the message -
You never re-route or doubt it
People might even shout it louder to gain power
For many frustrated for truth and knowledge of self
Wealth plays the back shelf
What's delt, you melt
To false livin' and misgiven and misguided
Paths you take to make bread, break bread
While others are tryin' to stay fed
Where you head at
Can't believe i said that
But it's a dead fact
You can't run from reality homie
Judge me but you don't know me
Only the lonely can lay claim the same
Go out to the people sleepin'
You better wake up
Take up the whole make up
Insert the data a matter of fact
Scatter the chatter of every lop
Who gather in flocks batter up
The game's on, put your frames on
Look at the names on the wall
Suckas are ready to fall
In the war story
We find glory with blind fury
Hurry up let out the power without jury
Blurry eyes fire the weapons
And act purely out of survival
Rather be free or get buried
Symphonies soundtrack the march of those daring
Walking through the firing ranges with guns glaring
Injustice scaring the masses to stop caring
Tell us apart by the masks that we're wearing
Show of force
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