(feat. B-Real)



[Chorus: Duke]

What type of drugs do you do?

and what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!!

what kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?

you're all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?

Drugs!! I need femine venoms in the system

in order to function in the rhythm



[Duke]

you get hook to the look of wild vomen

and wanna live in the land of the unforgiven

habits turn bad ones

individuals make 'em poison rituals

gotta have it a have it, a habit

welcome your traces of an addict



[B-Real]

God forgive me for my bad habits,

drug addict needle in my vein, I gotta have it

to kill the pain, you silly rabbit

I dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static

automatic pressure got to kill it

give some act-rite juice so I could feel it

ah, now everything is all right

the eye of the needle cries out to the dark side

looking inside through the outdoor knocking

but society won't let me in so I grab my stocking

put over my head and get the dough

'cause the needle is my God and smack is my soul



[Sick Jacken]

parahernaila in my domain brings conclusion

that i'm using but the question is, am I abusing

infested in the residence of pico union

drug intrusion, color fusion

invasion! of your senses maintain relapse

dilate eye lenses, my dependence on these chemical artifical dreams

is what makes my habit obscene



[Chorus]



[Sick Jacken]

Tinted like the darkest shadows, my mind is cloudly subliminal

commands will penetrate then I get rowdy conditions

drowsy, the sedative brings negative enemies

I slump down and stay ahead of me

powerful like metamphetamines my state is altered

this here's no lie hydroponic, chronic

got you feeling all erotic aphrodisiac, who's got it?

alvarado maniacs risk poison time buying dimes

when you got the fix get in the mix

there's no denving drug's the only factor

got me in the rapture making an addict out of you

and proceed to capture you mind



[Duke]

you're mine, choke hold to your whole skull, substance uncontrolled

who holds straight keys to locks and unlocks key holes

the structure of my trip is unstoppable

I'm 50 hits of the dot all powerful

we go deranged and remain living the last days in the haze of purple micro



[B-Real]

I remember when I was a high school star

had the proom queen, scholarship, brand new car

it's funny, you never know who your friends are

'til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite

but i'm all wrong; no wonder my family

don't wanna have nothing to do with me

humiliation, neglect, no respect

the concept of rehabilitation has been swept

I wish I was clean a far fetched dream

but what other way am I going to blow of my steam



[All Together]

Heaven's all in this bottle of juice

Making me feel high making me feel loose

Got nowhere turn to no one

Trust me, I don't even trust myself