Psycho Realm Revolution
B‐Real
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Westside Radio, Julio G
How you diggin' that Smoke and Mirrors?
It's the brand new B-Real album, All In Your Face
That's right, let me take it to the underground, some real exclusive
B-Real, Sick Jacken
It's called Psychorealm Revolution
You know how we do it, Westside Radio
Forget the war overseas, canal
The war's on the home front
I grow harder than I ever did, smarter than I ever was
Careful what you caught up in, gangsta or hustler
Enemies are close by with envy and semis
Unfriendly and carryin' a grudge, we don't budge
Try to judge, we the ones screamin' out "Fuck love"
Meanin' we don't give a fuck what you thinkin' of us
'Cause when you grow up in the lost cities, you better be quick
Those bullets are comin' at a high velocity spit
Searchin' for the lost souls, all of them are hostile
This is what it cost you, travelin' the crossroads
Paint it like Picasso, memorize how the song goes
Got you in a stronghold in song mode
The last of the psychos, ride the legend
It's a fine line to ride between hell and heaven
This is what you waited on, others hated on
Still we made it on, never faded on
Haters say we take it long
Crazy ass psychos lootin'
It's the return of the Psychorealm Revolution
The streets and the coppers is shootin'
Pick up your guns 'cause we're back to what we were doin'
Drinkin', fightin', shootin'
Pick up your guns, it's the Psychorealm Revolution
The Sick Side Army is movin'
Through the streets, it's the Psychorealm Revolution
When the realm returns
With two-thirds, watch the game be burned
Cyclone, hurricane in the crazy firm
Sick Side Army stay on me to slay these worms
I keep my skill fine-tuned with the daily swerve
Some Jacken herb, a little bit of time on the curb
Will get my mind right for spittin' these words
We're still here, homie, fuck what you heard
The game's goin' to the street and
It's so happens that's where I serve
It's still fuck the hood, I
We still fuck with the psycho Buddha
On the hill where they burn weed like plastic shooters
These Glock 17s, they drop enemies
It rarely happens 'til the meth and rock intervene
I pen a scene that's menacing
Like any target gettin' in the way of my red vision get a beam
Roll solo, get a team, keep yourself barely seen
And get prepared for the return of the Elohim
Crazy ass psychos lootin'
It's the return of the Psychorealm Revolution
The streets and the coppers is shootin'
Pick up your guns 'cause we're back to what we were doin'
Drinkin', fightin', shootin'
Pick up your guns, it's the Psychorealm Revolution
The Sick Side Army is movin'
Through the streets, it's the Psychorealm Revolution
With the reason that you cop flow, the legend is colossal
Sicker than we ever been, livin' by the lost code
Thoughts on the long road, we carry momentum with the venom
To send 'em home and end 'em and let it be known
We steadily, readily roam, incredibly prone
To rippin' a clone and makin' you disassemble the microphone
Return of the cyclone, smokin' up the pipe load
I and my disciple got you in a blindfold
My brain stained with visions of Cain
I'm on the fast lane, bullet train takes me to a prison for fame
Rap street slang 'cause, man, these streets don't listen the same
The psycho, they just click it and aim
Some of them slain, most are insane
And they don't really give a fuck about the death or the pain
Know what I mean?
My music soundtracks this, everyone should have this
Nowadays the exchange of tracklists is cashless
Crazy ass psychos lootin'
It's the return of the Psychorealm Revolution
The streets and the coppers is shootin'
Pick up your guns 'cause we're back to what we were doin'
Drinkin', fightin', shootin'
Pick up your guns, it's the Psychorealm Revolution
The Sick Side Army is movin'
Through the streets, it's the Psychorealm Revolution
Yo, what's up, man?
Ayy, ayy, did you check out the new episode of Weed Hunters yet?
Man, I ain't even got to watch that yet
Oh my God, I don't know where they were in the world, man
But they had this new strain of kush, it's called Fire
Fire?
Fire
Let me tell you somethin', man
Matter of fact, I just got a sack of that down at the bodega, man
No
Yes, man, we 'bout to smoke that right now
Oh, pull it out, fire it up