[Verse 1 Sick Jacken] Im from the family Sick Symphonies Underground crowds are into me Got out the industry cause the label became my enemy It wasnt meant to be The machine was just trying to censor me Didnt 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 attackin ear drums From where youre standin, youll 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 whats wrong Earthquake weather turned L.A. into a flood zone We dry it up, come with the raw when we transmit the Rhyme network Psycho Realm, thats my conecta [Verse 2 Big Duke] Sick fucks backin the music with drugs And now were taking over the scene were straight thugs Hit the exit, move the package as we get it Sick dogs push in the gates and invade it Movin the revolution through usin 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 twos and threes Means theyre shooting soldiers into the county [Hook Sick Jacken] Radio alerting the streets reach those available Decide which way to go and which not, we move unfadable Unbreakable, underground sounds will be invadin you Theres nothing you could do, were breaking through [Verse 3 Sick Jacken] We move through kingdoms of violent, silent weapons Employ those firing, were dyin While the puppet masters jerking strings, smilin Were fightin, in the street ring not even defying the plan They set the money bait and were biting We document images on song using vocal print On how you get prepared to go to war against the monument Its always been and will always be crooked government Controlling the streets, running shit while were 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 dont cease Is there an endin before decease? Or is death the only exit buried and then released? [Verse 4 Big Duke] Moving Through Streets we see enemy forces We drop multi bombs and then flee Haha All competition will reach defeat And targets in my mission will die technically Physically bringin you storm, its on Til the end of the war has been won, youve been warned Swarm with the strength of destructive psyclones And police crews get introduced to straight harm Abused cause you want me to lose Theyre to protect and serve but never to follow the rules Street soldiers refuse We come in the midst of hate with the fate then youre through [Hook Sick Jacken] 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 Theres nothing you could do, were breaking through
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