Letras:
The Psycho Realm The Story

Less action little attraction Sill death is maxim, they're multi-platinum Killing milions mostly civilians Through secret experiements with disregard for your opinion In the 'shroom fields we feel 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

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

: 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

: 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

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

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 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

[SickJacken:] They say my function's interupted By alcoholic consumption Hennesey or Tennesse Whiskey hunting for something more potent For getting disorted