Psycho Realm, Crow Soto - Concrete Jungles lyrics
[Psycho Realm, Crow Soto - Concrete Jungles lyrics]
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 "Killing Fields" if the
Villain feels threatend or ridiculed
Someone is getting killed 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
Torture machete lungs
Head to a gun, ready to run
Where you from? the jungle
Survival struggle trouble, knife juggle
Smuggle drugs 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 fuck you sergeants
You faggot pigs that plant pieces
Can eat your feces
Cuz when the test increases
My stress releases
Welcome to the world, endangered species
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
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
These predators in the jungle that misbehave
Wear cascades and ben daves, heads shaved
Nike Cortez, inked up, they call us "Eses"
LA’s givin' me stress daze
My mother’s blessings protect my ass
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
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
That’s why we’re spillin' this blood
These murder rates’ll just shoot
Through the ceiling
In the "Killing Fields" if the
Villain feels threatend or ridiculed
Someone is getting killed 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
Torture machete lungs
Head to a gun, ready to run
Where you from? the jungle
Survival struggle trouble, knife juggle
Smuggle drugs 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 fuck you sergeants
You faggot pigs that plant pieces
Can eat your feces
Cuz when the test increases
My stress releases
Welcome to the world, endangered species
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
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
These predators in the jungle that misbehave
Wear cascades and ben daves, heads shaved
Nike Cortez, inked up, they call us "Eses"
LA’s givin' me stress daze
My mother’s blessings protect my ass
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
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