Outerspace, Sick Jacken - Lost Angels lyrics

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I'm well known on streets as Sick Jack
My beats straight heat and it's
Sick how my clique raps
My drug come in pounds and
My money in big stacks
The army is intact, homey so get back
Get stacked, Lost Angel meets the Illadelph
You ain't down with the team
You probably should kill yourself
Find us in the street while you
Sittin' up in the shelf
You're whole style's cold as ice
Probably how winter felt
The six side army of the Pharaoh trip
And you're trying to compete
With that old shit
Man I'm loaded with vocabo like an ammo clip
It gets worser than? when the? spit
Bangin' on your block
When you guzzle and you spark
Blastin' in the badlands bangin'
Up in hunting park
And the people in your area
Tear you all apart cuz to us rap is a game
Killing is an art mark

No blindfold see us in the alley (we walk)
On grind more Philly out to Cali (we march)
With the torches lit, it's the Pharaoh clique
On the six side nigga this that psycho shit

Straight outta compton strapped back
Boys with the gat strapped
Trips to Los Vegas with the knapsack
(that's that)
Flat black on your aluminum siding
I take it back to 9-4 nothing
To lose when we riding
Sick jacks several tecs so the
Bags are packed tight
All black tees gas masks and black nikes
Chants from the soldiers
Slam through the boulders
I done made it through the devil
When he dance like Travolta
Mind of an?, picture me bitchin'
That's like losin' a battle I'm
Like the Phillies with pitchin'
I ain't mad that you shining
Your lights is dim i'm like a neon
And fuck beef I slice it thin
I'm the chief you's an indian
My tribe is ugly
You can die? be crowded with
The knives and skullies
Now your eyes all buggy
Your cheerleaders love me
You can take what we turn
Down nigga you bummy (get money)

No blindfold see us in the alley (we walk)
On grind more Philly out to Cali (we march)
With the torches lit, it's the Pharaoh clique
On the six side nigga this that psycho shit

These cats is shallow
Swimming in some deep waters we slaughter
Suicide bomber I'm a street martyr
Reach farther feeling at yall like why bother
If your career on hold you need to try harder
Our father, hallowed be thy name
Forgive me for my evil sins and my evil ways
Planet is my evil twin let the evil pay
My deck go under wax now let the needle slay
We heavy hitters got no time for petty niggas
So you should watch your words
After the henny hit us
Pray for bloody rain, you mediocre mundane
We pretty much a blood stain
You dippin from my guns aim
Stay in your lane, your dirty house
Your vehicle
Do what the fuck I want it's always feasible
This ain't the new school we
Do what leaders do your all stuck on stupid
While I'm breezing through