Psycho Realm - Who Are You Interlude/Bullets lyrics

(b-real) Lost dreams of innocence long past Through time memories burn and fade like ash Through the crosswinds through the crosiers Let the bullet strike Through the teflon and on and in Feel me penatrate the skin So I could travel unravel the whole in your shell I'm gonna send you straight to hell Now your lifeless God bless your soul and lay to rest It's useless I go through the west chest cavity Area let them bury your shell deep in the earth Where you dwell in your wooden cells (jacken) Gang insigina splits your familia Let me break it down mira You're slaying mothaf**kas that look loke you do Dying off slowly is the only rule In this rate chase, crews choose paper chase Almost always illegal, regals and banbidos Coverment tactics pack this street with plastic Dreams and fantasies of getting paid drastic But most get blasted all you fanatics Out for cheese and g's cease dramatics (mr. duke) In this chapter, we're gonna define Why rivals die, bullets fly, they fill skies And we die faster then we multiply (jacken) Bullets pierce through sky like a storm You're warned and if it hails you die Assa**ins pa**ing through your block blasting action Dust gets kicked up in violent fashion Trigger men get figured in Solitary cages through the ages We've been taken for by the other side They split usup in cliques and pitch the homicide They use, divide and conquer, they no longer will survive Supply the guns and ammo, then watch the color die (b-real) Bullets are on a mission To search and destroy No names attached just convoys Deployed on your team You wanna scheme dreams of material vision My squadron of 36 is on a mission And I'm on you like flies on sh** And I got back up with 36 more in the clip As I come to expand and change dimensions My philosophy becomes high with bad intentions It s a vengeance Like bees to the hive Strive to stay alive and live through the drive-by (mr. duke) Who really remembers the blastin'? Five minutes of crossfire, action Two sides fight in the night And thousands of nameless bullets Fly by, aimless In your direction Making rivals die on occasion Yeah enemies muthaf**ka Take in all of my steel, bleed Hot metal get thrown away On the streets of l.a. as I run away In this chapter, we're gonna define Why rivals die, bullets fly, they fill skies And we die faster then we multiply