Psycho Realm - Showdown lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Duke] Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix Clowns and infinite showdowns Battle grounds all break downs; world's upside down Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get down With our own gangster sound Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow With shanks of venom metal Rattle f**in' snakes I'm as high as the stake Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks holmes wait Street wars we get in them Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic On the streets, the dramatic battles increase We see more wars, less peace, we're even fighting police Resulting, they're the biggest enemies Lifestyles of the criminal be wild You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while Fist crash, giants clash Puttin' on the face of the devil mask, doin' brain bash [Hook: Mr. Duke] Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down [Verse 3: B-Real] Watch out, look out, look out, watch out For the showdown, you better slow down Give me fifty feet or better Keep your eye on the barrel of the Beretta The lead comin' to wet'cha Spread your body parts all over the continent I'm a dominant mothaf**a, but you're the opposite Turn around, put your hands to the side Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun The outcome: you're just another one soul Flyin' into the heavens hit by the '57 Ass end scrapping, illuminatin' the whole block They all flock in anticipation You're getting rolled by the dayton Now I see your hand shaking You want out of this situation [Hook] [Verse 4: Sick Jacken] Images of war weapons, the psycho presence Blood wettens, stains the curb where you're steppin' Deadly grounds, the home of all showdowns Come into my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums It ain't one on one no more, it's gun on gun Bullets take the place of fists so what's the outcome? Crazy wars, severe scars If you're just like me, you're defending what's yours Taking no loss [Verse 5: Big Duke] We're heavy duty like tanks This is my two chrome shanks Criminal styles, point blank You think my music is crazy like Tony Montana Fumando marihuana con Santana tomorrow I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemy's sorrow I rock the block with the music maniac Tied back locos seekin' that warpath Why don't punks be legit, they all bring havoc in their head A psycho will shoot them dead That's the fundamental to a f**ed up mental Now you got a gun, your life's a Psycho Realm My strategy, a**ault battery Runnin' through your neighborhood in cliques of three Smokin' in the battlegrounds on wild streets And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around [Hook]