Psycho Realm - Hollywood Drive By lyrics

[Immortal Technique] Somebody talked sh** to me in L.A. and never lived Cause brown roll deeper than red or blue ever did I got bullets that'll rip through your ribs More painful than watching R. Kelly piss on your kids Here's the ultimatum mothaf**a Give me that *ASCAP* Or give America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks Some n***as don't think the Underground is grimy and dirty 'Til they find your body on a f**ing highway in Jersey I fire rockets at generic topics Your lyrics don't hold weight Like two-dimensional objects Cause jail culture didn't give you that fitted hat To memorize a ghostwritten sh** verse and spit it back I won't let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism For a whole generation with their fathers in prison You live inside the image of an Era that's gone Like government officials trying to justify Vietnam I'll leave n***as traumatized like they momma died And they was responsible for the driveby homicide And I don't market revolution, I live it What you think cause you fake everyone else is a gimmick Jealous bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you Like a child prostitute born into a life of servitude Until we murder you making the red carpet burgundy The Psycho Realm and the streets were I prefer to be * Immortal Technique: Hollywood Driveby, motherf**ing murderfest Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence 'Revolution' motherf**a you heard of it I light the spliff with the flag while Im burning it Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas War with the system like the streets of Oaxaca Yea 'Revolution' motherf**a yea you scared of it Well its coming to the industry now so be prepared for it [Sick Jacken of Sick Symphonies] You're on some bullsh** tracks I spit them full clip raps While most of these 'gangsta rappers' are some full fledge rats The real Gs stay strapped in full combat What you see in the videos is full on acts The streets don't believe you homie Armaggeddon in the rap game is coming and we lead the army Rock 'Terror Tape' out of your sounds Got hostages in pink, this is what they call hip hop now I keep that metro sh** out of my whip Man that dummy rap is thru, making money is about to extinct You know the radio is trying to k** rap with that sh** The only thing dying is the DJs when the K spit We'll hit his CEOs and blow up A&Rs Im taking your chips like crashing your game of cards This is how I eat holmes I will give you bars And take the life of these stars for the state of ours [Immortal Technique] Hollywood Driveby, motherf**ing murderfest Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence 'Revolution' motherf**a you heard of it I light the spliff with the flag while Im burning it Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas War with the system like the streets of Oaxaca Yea 'Revolution' motherf**a yea you scared of it Well its coming to the industry now so be prepared for it [Psycho Realm] Im from the city of fallen stars the home of bangin hard Waitin for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch em out their f**in cars Expose em for what they are: narcs, jakes, snake informants Feeding us horse sh**, blaze up all of them They say hip hop doesn't exist Rappers talking hard dressed up like punk rock kids Pumped up by some corporate endorsement dead corpses are voiceless No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is over We'll send little homies for closer like bankers cuz you owe us the mortgage For exploiting the lifestyle that many died, jailed up for storage Leaving most of us hopeless homies radio focused What we're building got em all afraid Gimme the K I'll be honored to ignite the flame That'll burn down the game, whats fame? Keep it.. A movement.. a sonic war, motherf**a you sleepin [Hook] Hollywood Driveby, motherf**ing murderfest Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence 'Revolution' motherf**a you heard of it I light the spliff with the flag while Im burning it Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas War with the system like the streets of Oaxaca Yea 'Revolution' motherf**a yea you scared of it Well its coming to the industry now so be prepared for it