Psycho Realm - Concrete Jungles lyrics

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] They tell us don't fight the feelin' That's why we're spillin' this blood These murder rates'll just shoot through the ceiling In the "k**ing Fields" if the villain feels threatend or ridiculed Someone is getting k**ed cuz the setting's ill Liquor stores on every corner, these kids don't parks with a pop warner They're out here roaming these streets and popping shots on us Pigs stick rocks on us, shove in dirty lock-ups Watch for the beast and run the streets with your Glock up [Verse 2: Crow] Torture-machete lungs Head to a gun, ready to run Where you from? the jungle Survival struggle trouble, knife juggle Smuggle d** and never fumble Through dust intake rush and break a way to conquer yardage My blocks are guarded, talk that garbage A bloodbath where white chalk is tracing carnage f** you sergeants You f*ggot pigs that plant pieces, can eat your feces Cuz when the test increases, my stress releases Welcome to the world, endangered species [Hook] Well, well, well We're living and dying in the jungle What'cha gotta say about it Nothing at all There's nothing you can do but live it [Verse 3: Crow] The quick speed of a beast, set free the bullet spress That's kinetically moving like telepathy, freeze Think within blink, get left scarred Hit hard, split your heart Ripped apart, knocked off with a steel sawed-off Blood is pourin', the life and times in Sick Side uniforms Skin placards and white staffords, guerrilla newscasters This is the last chapter, where we put guns to you actors Have you speaking in tongues praying to your savior backward [Verse 4: Sick Jacken] These predators in the jungle that misbehave Wear cascades and ben daves, heads shaved Nike Cortez, inked up, they call us "Eses" L.A.'s givin' me stress daze My mother's blessings protect my a** from catchin' a blast These shell casings on murder scenes are telling a story without a word It means you're serving burgundy stains on curbs Point to the first degree, we thirst to be king of the jungle And so we burst the heat it's your defeat And this is the cycle in which we curse the street [Hook]