Psycho Realm

I roll harder than i ever did, smarter than i ever was

Careful what you’re caught up in, gangster a hustler

Enemies are close by with emptying semis

I’m friendly and carrying a grudge, we don’t budge

Try to judge, we the ones screaming out fuck love

Meaning we don’t give a fuck what you’re thinking of us

Cause when you grow up in the lost cities, better be quick

Cause bullets are coming at a high velocity spit

Searching for the lost souls, all of them are hostile

This is what it costs you travelling the crossroads

Paint it like picasso, memorize how the song goes

Got you in a stronghold in song mode

The last of the psychos, ride the legend

It’s a fine line to ride between hell and heaven

This is what you waited on, others hated on

Still we made it on, never faded on

Haters say we take it long

Crazy ass psychos looting

It’s the return of the psycho realm revolution

It’s the streets and the coppers are shooting

Pick up your guns cause we’re back to what we were doing

Drinking, fighting, and shooting

Pick up your guns, it’s the psycho realm revolution

The sick side army is moving

Through the streets, it’s a psycho realm revolution

When the realm returns with two thirds watch the game be burned

Cyclone, hurricane and the crazy ?

Sick side army stay on me, this lady ?

I keep my skill fine tuned with a daily ?

Some jack and herb, a little bit of talent ?

Will get my mind right for spitting these words

We’re still here homie, fuck what you heard

The games going to the street and it so happens that’s where i serve

Still fuck the hoolah, we still fuck with the psycho buddha

On the hill where they burn weed like plastic shooters

These glock 17’s, they drop enemies

It rarely happens till the meth and rock intervenes

I pen a scene, this menacing like any target

Getting in the way of my red vision killer beam

Go solo, get a team, keep yourself barely seen

And get prepared for the return of the eloheem

We’re the reason that you got blown, the legend is colossal

Sicker than we’ve ever been living by the lost code

Thoughts on the long road, we carry momentum

With the venom to send em home and end em

Let it be known we steadily readily roam

? chrome to ripping a clone

And making you disassemble the microphone

Return of the cyclone, smoking of the pipe blown

I and my disciple got you in a blindfold

My brain’s stained with visions of ‘caine, i’m on the fast lane

Bullet train takes me to a prison for fame

Rap street slang cause man, these streets don’t listen the same

The psycho, they just click and they aim

Some of them slain, most are insane

And they don’t really give a fuck about the death or the pain

Know what i mean? my music soundtracks this

Everyone should have this

Nowadays the exchange of tracklist is ?