Esta rola la escuche en el 2000, justo cuando salio el album WSB1 jaja. Recuerdo tenia 10 años y le decia a mi cuñado, pon la rola de Psycho donde se rie el Eugenio Derbez jajaja. Es muy similar la risa
I'm from the family sick symphonies underground crowds are into me Got out the industry 'cause the label became my enemy It wasn't meant to be the machine was just trying to censor me Didn't do it for sony so they ended up releasing me Independent no longer locked down for an infinity So my vicinity remains true to my identity Sick jacken exploiting the sound verbal attacking ear drums From where you're standing you'll catch the rapping Music of the mask infiltrate past blast out your loud speaker Haters get ass we get the last laugh like bloodstone Look at the picture tell me what's wrong Earthquake weather turned la into a flood zone We dry it up come with the raw when we transmit the rhyme network Psycho realm that's my conecta Sick fucks backing the music with drugs And now we're taking over the scene we're straight thugs Hit the exit move the package as we get it Sick dogs push in the gates and invade it Moving the revolution through using All kinds of musical forms of confusion You win the area battle raw fusion And fights that light up the night and spell ruin For street teams caught in youth groups of two's and three's Means they're shooting soldiers into the county Radio alerting the streets reach those available Decide which way to go and which not we move unfadable Unbreakable underground sounds will be invading you There's nothing you could do we're breaking through We move through kingdoms of violent silent weapons Employ those firing We're dying While the puppet master's jerking strings smiling we're fighting In the street ring not even defying the plan They set the money bait and we're biting We document images on song using vocal print On how you get prepared to go to war against the monument It's always been and will always be crooked government Controlling the streets running shit while we're gunning it Die on it bleed with more numbers than we succeed Statistics recording the growth of the bad seed Moving through streets packing my piece watching for peace disruption And the corruption on the police don't cease Is there an ending before decease? Or is death the only exit buried and then released? Moving through streets we see enemy forces We drop multi bombs and then flee All competition will reach defeat And targets in my mission will die technically Physically bringing you storm it's on 'til the end of the war has been won you've been warned Swarm with the strength of destructive psyclones And police crews get introduced to straight harm Abused 'cause you want me to lose They're to protect and serve but never to follow the rules Street soldiers refuse We come in the midst of hate with the fate then you're through Radio alerting the streets reach those available Decide which way to go and which not we move unfadable Unbreakable underground sounds will be invading you There's nothing you could do we're breaking through Read more: Psycho Realm - Moving Through The Streets Lyrics | MetroLyrics
I'm from the family Sick Symphonies underground crowds are into me Got out the industry 'cause the label became my enemy It wasn't meant to be the machine was just trying to censor me Didn't do it for Sony so they ended up releasing me Independent no longer locked down for an infinity So my vicinity remains true to my identity Sick Jacken exploiting the sound verbal attacking ear drums From where you're standing you'll catch the rapping Music Of The Mask infiltrate
