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Song title: Psycho Realm - Psycho City Blocks

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We came to drop these styles; its no shock
We rock til the cops come and knock non-stop

We come from psycho cities and blocks
Were raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop

Despite the rules I choose to be, one of the choosen few
Leavin you confused, dazed and what got you all amazed
How the fuck we could be so blazed?
It takes one block to fill your life with terror
Think of all your bullet holes embedded in your area
Bullet, bullet and in the end, who gets shot
By motherfuckers making hip hop?
We came here to get you high, represent underdogs world-wide
On the hustle leading crooked lives
We dont die, we multiply; but we divide
So how are we gonna survive?
You got your role, I got mine; dont cross paths
Cause an intersections just another form of clash, we crash

Due to violent environments, crimes terrorize rhyme events
Im bringing the streets to the stage, rockin your front page
L.a., street families are crumblin we legacies
There must be some type of way out of this pain
Said the joker chain smokin weed train
Take aim stop random cappin, shoot a hootah captain

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We came to drop these styles, its no shock
We rock til the cops come and rock non-stop
Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?
The psycho realms spraying out your box
We come from psycho cities and blocks
Were raised by gunshots and low life in hip-hop
Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?
We come from psycho cities and blocks

Will spirits dancing in the flesh accept
When somebody changes the music and the tune is death
We dont dance around bonfires
We get stoned, tripped or wired
In memory of those expired
My peoples exodus results in prejudice
You ask us why, in poverty, we become terrorists
Now let me tell you this: we dont choose to tote gats
And sellin on the corner is to avoid tax
If you gun talk or hip-hop theres too much division
So find a new mission or itll stop
We do our thing, talk slang, live on fast lanes
Some do it for money, and others for the fame
Youre out playin games dangerous with high aim
How long will you maintain before you get slain?

Clearing the mind but my soul is mad
Tendency to act real bad
Come across me dont c.o.m.e. out at n.i.g.h.t.
Yeah, we the fuckin crazy youth from the streets freely
You see me pelon psyclone delivering a metal rainstorm

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