I'm from the family sick symphonies underground crowds are into me   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