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Psyclones
2834
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Psyclones został wydany 22 lipca 1997 przez Ruffhouse jako część albumu The Psycho Realm
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Data wydania22 lipca 1997
WytwórniaRuffhouse
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM97

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

Couldn't believe your eyes when you seen what the fuck was comin'
Cyclone, all you sorry motherfuckers runnin'
The city has turned to renegades with guns and blades
And criminals seekin' to get paid
I maintain, keep cool-headed
In the face of destruction whether I live or die
Unpredictable, invincible, untamable individual
Uncontrollable, like a cyclone, deadly
So let us begin to take your mind to another plane
'Cause I know you ain't ready
The course of the cyclone is steady
So who in their right mind get in the way of the machete?
The serpent fuckin' with me
In the turbulent times of wars on the street
Grab your fuckin' heat
Come with me inside the whirlwind
Everybody welcome into the psycho den
Even though we don't know the attack's exact origin
Man-made diseases show traces of an assassin
The government in deranged decayed blastin'
Tryin' to finish us off with poison rations
As you sleep, nightmares and dreamscapes awake
Now it's time to renovate, use your thoughts and flows to elevate
Violence is like cellophane, storin' all you renegades
The only thing is you're already spoiled so now you play the game
Teams are spread out all over your city
Mobile with your low-low, on 520's or 560's
Drugs and guns are spreadin' through your town
You must realize, open your eyes wide
The drama will be televised
Revolution waitin' for your input like dial tone
Strap on, the cyclone's takin' your zone
Grab your weapon, keep steppin'
If you don't defend, don't mention
It to anybody who question
Step into the eye and die, you get shook and took
By a madman psycho slash crook
The city's survival depends on defense methods
We bring L.A. to the stage like Color Red
Methods attackin' like pieces of broken records
Announce shanks, we abuse in the holdin' tanks
It's goin' down in the middle of downtown
Not a line, confide and get checked and robbed blind
Vigilante to protect and serve the people
Violence equal to the evil and death peaceful
Even though we don't know the attack's exact origin
Man-made diseases show traces of an assassin
The government in deranged decayed blastin'
Tryin' to finish us off with poison rations
The day you could feel what I feel
Life in the battlefield, facin' fuckin' steel, no shield
Puppet governments, on the streets
To confiscate CBs, batteries, and MCs
Look at the deep thoughts dwellin' within your mind
Do you got what it takes to survive the city of the blind?
Everyone follow and let your soul feel free
Can you keep up, or will you fall behind me?
Look for spies near telephones
Neighborhood informants, tappin' into your dial tones
Televisions tagged as cameras also
Enemies program your box and cable
Invasion of your spaces caused by rowdy occasions
Deliberate attacks on your stacks mean retaliation
Can you succeed in leavin' the other side bleedin'?
Can you succeed in leavin' the other side bleedin'?
Or will they all defeat my street team?
Can you succeed in leavin' the other side bleedin'?
Written by: Gustavo Gonzalez, Jack Gonzalez, Louis Freese
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