Psycho Realm, B-Real - Show of Force lyrics

We exert power with metal
Showers at all hours
While they devour with mental
Prowess and kill ours
Show of force for harm it's main source
We divorce our current leaders
With no remorse crash course position the
Miniature plastic soldiers
Onto the carefully drafted
Disastered dirt war
What is it for we hurt your group
And every troop that's with
Me will work toward
Damaging your central areas
With eventual pain the rain is repeated to
Gain essential upper hand
Needed to stump the plan we land
My artillery shoots when let loose shoots and
My bullets rams piercing the
Skin of other men
In battle we rattle the shadow
Of death no win
Thin chance if you're trying to
Survive the grim dance
When the bomb lands your odds
For death and enhanced
Soldiers stance warriors tranced
With drug spells
We advance through burning sands
In slug hells
Chemical warfare gasmask is the savior
Temporary relief, release from the danger
Silence is a stranger
Anger commanding demanding
Other sides surrendering to the strangler
Show of force we cross and aim higher
Knock'em down then we cease fire

Take time to consider the
Bitter sweet no glitter
Or glamour the hammer drops in any manner
The scanner detects the weak
Speak up for yours
Any cause of revolution and evolution of law
Draws the conclusion of people
Abusin' their roles hold on to the controls
Your soul's slipping into darkness
Heartless, individual start this
And part this
Connection we bought this and sought this out
We about it - the message -
You never re-route or doubt it
People might even shout it
Louder to gain power
For many frustrated for truth
And knowledge of self
Wealth plays the back shelf
What's delt, you melt
To false livin' and misgiven and misguided
Paths you take to make bread, break bread
While others are tryin' to stay fed
Where you head at can't believe I said that
But, it's a dead fact
You can't run from reality homie
Judge me but you don't know me
Only the lonely can lay claim the same
Go out to the people sleepin'
You better wake up take up the whole make up
Insert the data a matter of fact
Scatter the chatter of every lop
Who gather in flocks batter up
The game's on, put your frames on
Look at the names on the wall
Suckas are ready to fall

In the war story
We find glory with blind fury
Hurry up let out the power without jury
Blurry eyes fire the weapons
And act purely out of survival
Rather be free or get buried
Symphonies soundtrack the march
Of those daring
Walking through the firing ranges
With guns glaring
Injustice scaring the masses to stop caring
Tell us apart by the masks that we're wearing
Show of force