Order Through Chaos

The simplest shit ain't plain to see

Chaos floods the life on these streets

Took a wrong turn on burned concrete

And now the enemy dies for free

Real young guns are kept firing

And the clowns that are holding it down are smiling

We kill our own and bring sirens

And act out the ultimate plans of fighting

Chaos serves as smoke repeated hoax to screen

We lose control confused in the midst of staged scenes

Media invented unrelented reports presented

Often enough to make us think our world's tormented

Sentenced by the momentous news of feuds we side and choose

Use weapons and step in the trap we lose

Pick up wars designed to scar and kill ours

All because the broadcast flashed ghetto stars

How much television you watch you tube whores?

Keep score and wake up or they'll do it some more

Crazy times and wild headlines

Document the city routine with hard rhymes

Blinded street teams clash

And push our message across the news flash

Baldheads are sick minded

And anyone who crosses the path is found dead

Through TV set nonsense

We sit and fit as the face of violence

(CHORUS)

We roam the streets all lost

And get caught up in a world of chaos

Survive or defeat concrete jungle

Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets

We roam the streets all lost

And get caught up in a world of chaos

Survive or defeat concrete jungle

Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets

They keep order by making street corners gang borders

Beating down king and setting the theme for riot starters

Cop quarters can't maintain the disorder

So they call the National Guard to come strike harder

Rolling deep headed for Florence and Normandy where all you see

Building on fire chaos on Roman streets

Hope is cheap sold by the local thief relief from the common grief

Served on a platter shatter your smallest dreams

Pig chiefs are referees on gladiator fields

We're too busy dodging the sword truth stays unrevealed

Sealed all filled in the federal cabinets

Classified order through chaos for world inhabitants

Can you survive these real hard times?

Wild confrontations of mine, well, alright

We go to the streets at night

And fight in the sick-ass side show of mine

We play the government role

And straight up fuckin?smoke the rival

We plan you will fall

And leave you wasted on arrival

CHORUS (x1)