Artist: Sick Jacken f/ Bacardi, Cynic Album: Stray Bullets Song: Sick Life Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Sick Jacken] When fallen angel mingle with mankind and fuck with a man's mind The crossbreeders rap, I'm a psychopath landmine The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal The sick stick together like NATO One-eight-oh degrees, he's now state owned Lost in the city of angels with no halo It's Hades on the surface, best to just stay low I'm like a Hell on Earth while I'm under snake scales The sick-minded, aligned with, cliques drowned with Shots round with, brown felons click Brownings Cops soundin, sirens to get loud and watch your back cause it could happen to you From the cradle to the grave with a shoe The psyche of the street remains in the brain of the L.A. zoo Crooked cops and the government, set the blueprint for the gunmen, the black and the ese cool [Chorus] It's the life of the trife, cross and get your wig spliced Meet Christ when you crap dice Drag my angel dust fights so my mind don't think twice A journey in a mental street life [Cynic] Yeah, uhh They've been predictin the end of time for thousands of years now Chaos is all they sponsor, the monster serpent Adolf Who abomination Saddam, mobster honor versus the occupation of fossil Earth We wanna bring change but can't really change ourselves In Hell we live, no matter how much wealth You got hope, that's been forgot The big plot is takingplace in our face, we all robots My thoughts I've been given in the streets My gun that's my religion, it protects and provides me vision It inspires and preach, keep it all at peace Meanwhile, they all make room for the beast There's got to be a better way, a better day ahead Not a horrible death to men We have an army of soldiers and generals in By the great mystery to protect what's left [Chorus] [Bacardi] It's a race against time in these days we livin Tryin to keep my mind right, tryin to stay out the prison They got us - diggin our own hole, sacrificin our own soul When ninety-nine point nine, don't know how it all goes I'm in that point one percent fightin back for control Thief planet, fist up, ready to roll No, I won't fold, bend, and break I know leaders shift shapes, they really snakes when the doors is closed Keep my head on a swivel, always watch for foes Homies say I'm P-noid cause I'm always ready for situations that cause me to react deadly What I spit to these medlies is written in stone Far from a clone, I'm in a frequency of my own Where few men have traveled is where I call home In my whole different zone where niggaz stay drunk off rum and get blown [Chorus]