The Psycho Realm - The k**ing Fields lyrics

(Sick Jacken) Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction Showing the co-existence of harmony and friction We document our position Pro-abolition of static bringing those on a mission The rendition of the street is territory counts as power Defense and attack clash with firarm showers The irony of casket flowers, that at violent hours It's self-inflicted, controlled by watchtowers Meanb streets, pavement, concrete Triggers force heat thugs aim for defeat The origin of the war is still unknown beef Your crew will run deep six feet below streets (Crow) Everything appears as crystal clear with no dust The covers the clutch, look behind it, it's rust Fear loose screws like us that known too much Confusion by the news stay glued to the streets Survival sources emergency forces Sweep through to treat you from hurting Heats keep burning, the world never started turning You're learning through the pain of lyrical Doses of vain juice that hit the brain and Make you go against the truce Through the use of, abusive music Severing nooses hanigng in to bump the box Proving that these L.A. blocks won't stop Harm's ticking like a clock arm on the glock co*ked back spit the bullet to split The walking stick talking sh**, end up chalked up stiffs Keep on k**ing 'cause you can't stop it (Chorus: Sick Duke) In the k**ing fields I run with my steel You better recognize the war's here for real You might murder against your will And some run around with intent to k** I swear to uphold my mission And that's to fight to the bloody finish Through the whole war I hold the position Madman troop fold opposition (Sick Duke) No scar on your soul When You fight on like a true psycho Roam, inside the circle And go crazy like sicko Go stand on the front lines And pick up on the signs of war time One time makes strange days Now we run wild in the fields with the blade Come take a stand, my man Or end up in aim of steel rain Shots, puncture wounds, straight pain Ain't no time to explain The action that caused the chain reaction Explode, the whole world red code Truth gets sparked, you lay cold And watch this revolution unfold (Sick Jacken) Ghetto street pavement shelters static And harbor the spark of automatic weapons Setting the tragic funeral traffic Congested on the highway Planet caravan for respect before you lay Why wait continue the k**ing On barren fields that yield no real scrill How silly! Street clowns frown in bad times Which probably explains mad dogs and high crime Influx of murder deluxe to strike us Bust so repeated at sight of cars my blocks ducks Dodge bucks cops rush, you're a double-sided target Scapegoat strategically placed, fate's out to get you "You better watch yourself 'Cause in the k**ing fields they will get you" (Cynic) An awful tragedy can rapidly make your life unhappily For living so nasty, it seems like everything came crashing So you're main attraction of all that f**in' blastin' No satisfaction for livin' life so drastic A chain reaction of all the bad that happens We landed in an area where crime goes on From dusk 'til dawn Say a prayer before walking through the k**ing fields Where sh** is real Where people die over crooked drug deals Can you feel living ill depending on your steel To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap thrills k** at will is taught in his life of dark, raised like hogs Danger lies in the streets and ghetto parks Lives are marked by a deadly art (Sick Duke) Soldier, don't ever stop war 'Til the f**in' battle's over, yeah Come down with intent to drown In the madness filled with sadness, frown I know, as soon as I roam Paths of destruction through psyclones Blow telephones and microphones All form of communication gone Through they run around murder bound War time folk are found in downtown (Chorus) In the k**ing fields I run with my steel You better recognize the war's here for real You might murder against your will And some run around with intent to k** I swear to uphold my mission And that's to fight to the bloody finish Through the whole war I hold the position Madman troop fold opposition