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 attacking ear drums

From where you're standing you'll catch the rapping

Music of the mask infiltrate past blast out your loud speaker

Haters get ass we get the last laugh like bloodstone

Look at the picture tell me what's wrong

Earthquake weather turned la into a flood zone

We dry it up come with the raw when we transmit the rhyme network

Psycho realm that's my conecta



Sick fucks backing the music with drugs

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

Moving the revolution through using

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



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



We move through kingdoms of violent silent weapons

Employ those firing

We're dying

While the puppet master's jerking strings smiling we're fighting

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 shit 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 ending before decease?

Or is death the only exit buried and then released?



Moving through streets we see enemy forces

We drop multi bombs and then flee

All competition will reach defeat

And targets in my mission will die technically

Physically bringing 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



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