[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]
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 attackin' ear drums
From where you're standin', you'll catch the rapping
Music Of The Mask infiltrate past, blast out your loud speaker
Haters get a**, we get the last laugh like Bloodstone
Look at the picture, tell me what's 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, that's my conecta
[Verse 2: Big Duke]
Sick f**s backin' the music with d**
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
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 two's and three's
Means they're 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
There's nothing you could do, we're breaking through
[Verse 3: Sick Jacken]
We move through kingdoms of violent, silent weapons
Employ those firing, we're dyin'
While the puppet master's jerking strings, smilin'
We're fightin', 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 sh** 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 endin' before decease?
Or is d**h 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, 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
[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
There's nothing you could do, we're breaking through