A War Story: Book 1
Album - 1 marzo 1999 - Debaser id 153518

The simplest shit ain抰 plain to see
Chaos floods the life on these streets
Took a wrong turn on burned concrete
And now the enemy dies for free
Real young guns are kept firing
And the clowns that are holding it down are smiling
We kill our own and bring sirens
And act out the ultimate plans of fighting

Chaos serves as smoke repeated hoax to screen
We lose control confused in the midst of staged scenes
Media invented unrelented reports presented
Often enough to make us think our world抯 tormented
Sentenced by the momentous news of feuds we side and choose
Use weapons and step in the trap we lose
Pick up wars designed to scar and kill ours
All because the broadcast flashed ghetto stars
How much television you watch you tube whores?
Keep score and wake up or they抣l do it some more

Crazy times and wild headlines
Document the city routine with hard rhymes
Blinded street teams clash
And push our message across the news flash
Baldheads are sick minded
And anyone who crosses the path is found dead
Through TV set nonsense
We sit and fit as the face of violence

(CHORUS)
We roam the streets all lost
And get caught up in a world of chaos
Survive or defeat concrete jungle
Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets
We roam the streets all lost
And get caught up in a world of chaos
Survive or defeat concrete jungle
Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets

They keep order by making street corners gang borders
Beating down king and setting the theme for riot starters
Cop quarters can抰 maintain the disorder
So they call the National Guard to come strike harder
Rolling deep headed for Florence and Normandy where all you see
Building on fire chaos on Roman streets
Hope is cheap sold by the local thief relief from the common grief
Served on a platter shatter your smallest dreams
Pig chiefs are referees on gladiator fields
We抮e too busy dodging the sword truth stays unrevealed
Sealed all filled in the federal cabinets
Classified order through chaos for world inhabitants
Can you survive these real hard times?
Wild confrontations of mine, well, alright
We go to the streets at night
And fight in the sick-ass side show of mine
We play the government role
And straight up fuckin?smoke the rival
We plan you will fall
And leave you wasted on arrival

CHORUS (x1)

Pico-Union (x2)

Ain’t no love (x4)

We’re missing in action living in a time when it’s in fashion
To be gun flashing, blasting that’s why we ain’t lasting
All fastened, strapped ready for rivals harassing
Looking over your shoulder ducking cars that are passing
In my rumbo you hear that Latin Lingo
Guns shoot through at pachucos fuckin’ sickos
With four nickels nobody walks around single
Get caught slipping they’ll pull your card from a window
It’s that simple locals get gaffled by barrio locos
Steal their Spanish grease making them shed a tear like Willie Bobo
Over dollars, chains and rings things that are worth poco
A coco’s out there stealing ‘cause they’re fiending for perico
A head crack will strike and attack for a sack
Pawn or sell your shit to buy a rock and bring that high back
That’s why I strap it’s my defense against those
Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes?
Shit is survival of fittest testing who’s biggest and realest on the street
Feel this beware of killers, stealers and dealers
Rebel guerillas striking on policemen who give us
Hard times in the city where no love is with us

“Ain’t no love
Ain’t no love
In the city” (x2)

Ain’t no love (x4)
In the city (x4)

Ain’t no love

We dominate but feel the pain from bullets my carnales take
Out of state soldiers join us to form a conglomerate
It's out of hate oppressed revolt from feeling that they gotta take
All the weight so we go to war to find another way
Intercept opposite forces entering our sick vicinity
It's killing me how wars that make no sense last an infinity
It's silly shit how a city gets mentally unfit
But really it gets worse when buildings set the scene for murders script
I know you heard of this crisis and what the price is
High stress amplifies the need for all your vices
But steer clear 慶ause we're here in fear they're
Taking over everything and so we fight the war years
Fierce weapons speak for each side through open forum skies
Some die when bullets pierce the skin exploding inside
We provide a dream for our team look past the war scene
Dethrone the king gain control reign supreme
Aim high for your street regime
Look for unseen enemies hiding in the smoke screen

The town I live in got daily death so we're numb to feeling
Blood spilling got my whole block concealing
If cops come frisking we're felony risking
Catch 22 system either way you fall victim
The stage is set up the script is written so we get wet up
Now think about who dies when we let the lead out
We're killing family tragically
The enemy dividing those fighting against it weakening our infantry
We caught on to your big plan
Separate us into street gangs
Infiltrate the sets put some battles in effect
To distract from your dirty outfit, yeah

We rock the block that you got locked
Caught in a battle with crooked-ass cops
Heat we feel on crazy
Gang infested LA streets
We see the red concrete stains
And street platoons feel pain
Real soon times will change
And you will see the truth that we claim
Aim your sickness this way
In sick games we reign insane
There's only one way to explain
And now you lay to die with broke frames

Enemies of the state take center stage
And watch the rules we violate
Now we recall and fall
For all sins of life and break the law
There's many us dangerous
Plenty of you want war we fight any
We walk the paths all lost
And bring LA P.D holocaust
Anybody gets rocked the truth
First your ass gets rocked and then shot
We see through the plot
City street teams get broke down and then got
Rot in ditches dug
To get filled up with government bitches
We see the police
And train to kill the brain of the all terrain beast
Work done by street families
Make us and the state enemies

It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather
Keep your eye on the storm come and get us
When the shit goes down we're all down 慶ause we're fed up
At how the system is set up

Breaking through my storm sick weather
Psyclone stroll my zone come on enter
Government punks think their world's a lot better
But it's regular men that run the country forever
Who got the power, the law, really?
Never! Thought I'd go to war with my city
Carry out plans advance in the dark
Tactics trace you with white chalk
Crash hits and my troops get marked
I'm in a danger zone when I walk
Split seconds in time life become short
Courtesy of LA P.D psycho
Inhaling white coke straight snort
Life is a contact sport weather report

The sun will be smitten
You understand what we're transmitting?
Under the vanishing ozone
Melting like a snow cone
Listen before we come to not existing
The new system
Sets up the weather to splice us
Wipe the dust off mental vices
Snipe devices in this age of crisis
The price of being decisive is choking
Welcome to no hope land
Where two words can't be spoken
That's prevent this
So they're frozen like cryogenics
In the driest of ice scaling global heights
With hollow sights on scientists' heads like lice
Who have patternized more than just mice
Strike to kill the present but the present is this
Try to fight a dead end that's sent through fists
Mind computer list of motives
Electric convulsive through the voltage
Prime supreme truth cult
Rhyme revolt
Forecasting the act of action
To flatten the state of defense
Info prints static
To unpulsate the black magic that breathes
Believe in what we ourselves conceive
For us it must and it will happen
Destruction before creation the war of capping
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather
Keep your eye on the storm come and get us
When the shit goes down we're all down 慶ause we're fed up
At how the system is set up

Fuck, the city streets are raining bullets
The wind of revolution screams: come on do it
Hey, looking at this rawness upon us
Makes sick soldiers enter the darkness
Begin a circle around the center
Of power then break down the whole tower
The winner will be the man
That grabs the steel by the hand and pulls the damn trigger
I warn you when the worldwide weather report gets shaken
What-cha gonna do?
I choose to be deadly unpredictable
Earthquake weather forever

CHORUS (x1)
Time is short and my life is sick
That's how it is man look at this shit
You get abused by street platoons
Hit you like wind and what-cha gonna do?
We break circles of enemies blocks get shot with defeat
They say no drive-by's on the street
So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps

Sick platoons flood the streets of Los
Like a sick typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by world wide
And everybody you and I know dies
The only guarantee in life is death your last breath
Come when your famo least expect it
Soldier run wild in your song
Red dawn strikes your back in dead 'nam
Your mind's flipping but the scene's dead calm
And your whole world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city like that
Pants, T-shirts are creased and stole gats
LA undercover shoot to kill
Child of the streets run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs that start shit
Guilty treat us all dirty filthy

The streets are flooded with budded corrupted minds running
Those who can't cut it
Leave the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or reason for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of your color bleeding
Repeating never stopping body dropping
'Hood rocking window glocking zone shocking
Defending pavement attacking, facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement shackled for justice to the plaintiff
When the charges stick that's it you get hit with some bid
For what you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to live
'Cause of the block he lives in
Not giving a fuck just trying to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons like it's some fashion
Going out of style so you catch it for some action
It's no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
Locked on dope no hope for growth that's why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals fail to lock it but crime sky rockets
So where the fuck is the profit?
Maybe in hands of those who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take that shit back by forming neighborhood connections

CHORUS (x1)

CHORUS (x1)
Sick dogs collide with your stride
Break them off a left and then right
Fight all over these streets
'Till I meet defeat I'm with these
Blocks that rock so many
Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes
Inside circles
Attacking like packs of real sick dogs
Running wild, crazy
Sick in the head get out of hand daily
Sick dogs got one screw missing
Are you a pel髇 psyclone on a mission?
Sick dogs we run deep creep come up while you sleep
The strong pray on the weak drop your heat
And protect yourself defend yourself stop the shoot up
Tatted down saying fuck the jura you're a sick dog

Running right through your city of sin
Look alive as we all fall in
Some might fall when the circle spins
And who knows when the show will end
Look at you throw against somebody
Run around and around fighting
Hand to hand combat is starting
And you with no combat skills are falling
For real you know we get down
In sick-ass world downtown killing fields
Learn soldier grills
Fuck'em all up on the street real quick but don't kill
Ill mutha-fuckas will make you feel that fear
Hold still
Some might stand and some might fall
What kind of man are you? We're sick dogs

CHORUS (x1)

Dance of the dead results in code red
Fatal blows to your whole head
City troops are sent and violently
Answer calls but they're all scared
Beware of the cold hard stare
Of a sick-ass man who ain't all there
I dare the dogs of law
To come inside my world they all fall
I lead the rest of the pack
And send them on commands of attack
Once you run there's no way back
And we can't let you go fuck that
Don't spare the lives of enemies
On these war frontlines they all die
War pigs and us don't mix
Watch'em all drop in the pit

CHORUS(x1)

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