B-Real - Show of Force lyrics

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] We exert power with metal showers at all hours While they devour with mental prowess and k** 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 d**h no win Thin chance if you're trying to survive the grim dance When the bomb lands your odds for d**h 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 [Verse 2: B-Real] 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 s**as are ready to fall [Verse 3: Sick Jacken] 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 ma**es to stop caring Tell us apart by the masks that we're wearing Show of force