Artist: Psycho Realm Album: War Story II Song: Street Terrorism Typed by: dan_automator@yahoo.com [Sick Duke] Sick footage of the streets in heat Raw action flood the concrete My team walks through the night And fight in the light of a terrorist dream We watch the scene unfold And hold all of you to the floor, cold war Screams alert if heard By anybody giving a fuck if you're hurt We die, bring self-defeat And break schemes of the enemy fleet Planned missions are guaranteed If done in the style of the kamikaze [Sick Jacken] We are the undetected Infiltrate your zone silently but violently Get our point across hit you vitally, quietly Entering your key structure while we casually Place the ball in time tragedy 15 minute time limit 'til its finished Will it blow up the spot? Killing everybody in it Get it, hit it direct, the object's to break spirit Inflict damage like terror so they feel it Fear it, in this era more than ever 'Cause we even sacrifice reflections in the mirror Like third world soldiers don't stop 'til we fold ya Rotate like folders can't nobody hold us or trace us Through composite sketches were faceless And when we strike You can expect truly tasteless raw footage See through the scope of a missionary Acting out predictions of the visionary [Chorus: Sick Duke] Carry out the plans we command, hits Targets cease to exist Lost troops assist and don't miss We come through, true street terrorists [Sick Duke] Strapped with the hit and run attack Blast all the flags on the map and pull back Act like sick ass tank And smash all the cars in your way that claim crash Flash your weapons, soldier Take care of the gun that I sold ya Here's the orders, street gangs Run through the city as one with no border No more shoulders on the wall Follow the line, walk down the hall No more sheriff busting my balls If we all make sure the law dogs fall [Sick Jacken] When you look at it defensively They're striking us with full intensity Mentally, physically they're killing me Filling me with narcotics Flooding my blocks with this product You bought it soon and now its psychotic It's all plotted terrorism and we got it Tail and gun in hand we shot it Silently they sensor us Physically they treachor us Venomus programming our minds like public cinemas Unnoticed they desensitize infiltrating through your eyes In disguise over televised drama glamourized What we wise here saturated lies Get inside your mind now you think patternized Chrome city endless guns for the gritty Give me one come see me mimic Frank Nitty Rock Steady in this land we play deadly Games soundtrack by misery voices daily [Chorus: Sick Duke] Carry out the plans we command, hits Targets cease to exist Lost troops assist and don't miss We come through, true street terrorists