THE KILLING FIELDS   (G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro)   (Jacken)   Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction   Showing the co-exsistence of harmony and friction   We document our situation   Pro-abolition of static bringing those on a mission   The rendition of the street is territory counts as power   Defence 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   Confused by the news stay glued to the streets   Survival sources emergency forces   Sweep thru to treat you from hurting   Heats keep burning, the worldnever started turning   You're learning thru the pain of lyrical   Doses of vain juice that hit the brain and   Make you go against the truce   Thru the use of abusive music   Severing nuses 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   Cocked back spit the bullet to split   The walking stick talking shit, end up chalked up stiffs   Keep on killing 'cause you can't stop it   Hook:   In the killing fields I run with my stee   You better recognize the war's here for real   You might murder against your will   And some run around with intent to kill    II swear to uphold my mission    And that's fight to the bloody finish   Through the whole war I hold the position    Madman troop fold opposition   (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 am of steel rain   Shots, puncture wounds, straight pain   Aun'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   (Jacken)   Ghetto street pavement shelters static   And harbor the spark of automatic weapons   Setting the tragic funeral traffic   Congested onhighway   Planet caravan for respect before you lay   Why wait continue the killing   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 killing fields they will get you   (Cynic)   An awful tragedy can rapidly make your life unhappily   For living so nastyt seems like everything came crashing   Sou your main attraction of all the fucken 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 killing fields   Where shit is real   Where people die over crooked drug dels   Can you feel living ill depending on your steel   To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap thrils    Kill 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   (Duke)   Soldier, don't ever stop war   'Til the fucken 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   Hook:   In the killing fields I run with my stee   You better recognize the war's here for real   You might murder against your will   And some run around with intent to kill    II swear to uphold my mission    And that's fight to the bloody finish   Through the whole war I hold the position    Madman troop fold opposition