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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 1 have viewed this page!
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