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 attackin ear drums from where you re standin 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 l a 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 backin 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 movin the revolution through usin 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 invadin you there s nothing you could do we re breaking through we move through kingdoms of violent silent weapons employ those firing we re dyin while the puppet master s jerking strings smilin we re fightin 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 endin 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 bringin 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