Lost Cities

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Psycho Realm - Rap

Lost Cities

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[Intro: Revelation 6:8] And I looked and behold a pale horse And his name, that sat upon him, was Death And Hell followed with him And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the Earth To kill with sword, and with hunger, and with the Beast of the Earth [Verse 1: Big Duke] I told the tower of power we can work together But I guess they rather see wars and scars better Street veterans holdin' enemy bandera And then we're caught up in the web of the guerra We all fight and fight and lose lives At the end everyone dies! We're all cursed like that by the maker No muthafucka shall be a life taker We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides Terror strikes under streetlights And we grow more out of control and psycho [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] My realm is downtown, Rampart District, Pico Union We shatter illusions with weapons we're using Or sets we're choosing No Rolls, we roll old-mobile More real than majority, we're docile but still Other sides get more peeled, hit by street teams Big paybacks and police beatings I can't replace my home with peaceful silence But my roots are planted in this city of violence We call it Lost City, where angels roam, commiting unknown Ghetto prone, guarding the zone From all damage but can only manage to handle, partial scandal What's your angle? Crook or vandal? Or killer Plot filler, drug dealer, we all co-exist in this thriller [Hook: Big Duke & Sick Jacken] Look around, it's in your town Deadly sirens brings on violence Take heed to this warnin', bad times stormin' War between city blocks and cops Look around, it's in your town Deadly sirens brings on violence Take heed to this warnin', bad times stormin' War between city blocks and cops [Verse 3: Big Duke] Watchful eye, residents die When they see crimes go down and drop dimes It ain't no lie, these days become strange How many people go shootin' at the street range? Arms aimed at those that control, pelón man with chains Explain why I'm talking to homicide Flash throwin' at my head, code red Leavin' soldiers wasted, dead [Verse 4: Sick Jacken] Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent Condemned to the silent movement of rebels who are defiant Sick Siders spreading our venoms like sick spiders We construct a web and catch all those who fight us Capture threads at your head C.R.A.S.H. units switch to code red Find you in a ditch, undercover dirt bed Who said they was untouchable but instead Catch the end of their ropes, all hopes bled Out your village, pillage empires rank higher But in the end cities get lost in the crossfire [Verse 5: B-Real] Why does everybody want a piece of your pie, do you qualify? Or will you die like all the others? Survival is your only means Or will you suffer from those bad dreams Are you still losing your will to live? And let live in the land of the chaotic, abusive Lost Cities Filled with narcotics? Two times to the power, I planted a bomb in the tower Going off every hour No prisoners in the laws of wars that you saw Imagine all the sick individuals down for the cause We all come from the Sick Side of town But some of us stay underground in the unfound Lost Cities [Verse 6: Big Duke] I need your help to gain control of the Lost City Fight to survive, something crazy has just happened The captain of the justice system runnin' the show is psycho I claim to be a big part of "Empire Strikes Back" at Rampart Rivals thrown in a vicious cycle, livin' in the city that's lost [Hook: Big Duke & Sick Jacken] Look around, it's in your town Deadly sirens brings on violence Take heed to this warnin', bad times stormin' War between city blocks and cops Look around, it's in your town Deadly sirens brings on violence Take heed to this warnin', bad times stormin' War between city blocks and cops

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Credits

Writers
  • Big Duke (Psycho Realm)
  • B-Real
  • Sick Jacken