[Mr. Duke]
I told the tower of power we can work together
But I guess they rather see wars and scars better
Street veterans holding enemy bandera
And then we're caught up in the web of the guerra
We're all fightin' and fightin' and lose lives
At the end everyone dies
We're all cursed like that bu the maker
No muthafucka shall be a life-taker
We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides
Terror strikes under streetlights and grow
More out of control and psycho
[Jacken]
My realm is dowtown, rampart district, pico union
We shatter illusions with weapons we're using
Or sets we're choosing
No Rolls we roll old-mobile
More real than majority, we're docile but still
Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams
Big paybacks and police beatings
I can't replace my home with peacefull silence
But my roots are planted in this city of violence
We call it Lost City where angels roam commiting unknown
Ghetto prone guarding the zone
