The Killing Fields

[Sick Jacken]

Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction

Showing the co-existence of harmony and friction

We document our position

Pro-abolition of static bringing those on a mission

The rendition of the street is territory counts as power

Defense and attack clash with firarm showers

The irony of casket flowers, that at violent hours

It's self-inflicted, controlled by watchtowers

Meanb streets, pavement, concrete

Triggers force heat thugs aim for defeat

The origin of the war is still unknown beef

Your crew will run deep six feet below streets

[Crow]

Everything appears as crystal clear with no dust

The covers the clutch, look behind it, it's rust

Fear loose screws like us that known too much

Confusion by the news stay glued to the streets

Survival sources emergency forces

Sweep through to treat you from hurting

Heats keep burning, the world never started turning

You're learning through the pain of lyrical

Doses of vain juice that hit the brain and

Make you go against the truce

Through the use of, abusive music

Severing nooses hanigng in to bump the box

Proving that these L.A. blocks won't stop

Harm's ticking like a clock arm on the glock

Cocked back spit the bullet to split

The walking stick talking shit, end up chalked up stiffs

Keep on killing 'cause you can't stop it

[Chorus: Sick Duke]

In the killing fields I run with my steel

You better recognize the war's here for real

You might murder against your will

And some run around with intent to kill

I swear to uphold my mission

And that's to fight to the bloody finish

Through the whole war I hold the position

Madman troop fold opposition

[Sick Duke]

No scar on your soul

When You fight on like a true psycho

Roam, inside the circle

And go crazy like sicko

Go stand on the front lines

And pick up on the signs of war time

One time makes strange days

Now we run wild in the fields with the blade

Come take a stand, my man

Or end up in aim of steel rain

Shots, puncture wounds, straight pain

Ain't no time to explain

The action that caused the chain reaction

Explode, the whole world red code

Truth gets sparked, you lay cold

And watch this revolution unfold

[Sick Jacken]

Ghetto street pavement shelters static

And harbor the spark of automatic weapons

Setting the tragic funeral traffic

Congested on the highway

Planet caravan for respect before you lay

Why wait continue the killing

On barren fields that yield no real scrill

How silly !

Street clowns frown in bad times

Which probably explains mad dogs and high crime

Influx of murder deluxe to strike us

Bust so repeated at sight of cars my blocks ducks

Dodge bucks cops rush, you're a double-sided target

Scapegoat strategically placed, fate's out to get you

'You better watch yourself

'Cause in the killing fields they will get you'

[Cynic]

An awful tragedy can rapidly make your life unhappily

For living so nasty, it seems like everything came crashing

So you're main attraction of all that fuckin' blastin'

No satisfaction for livin' life so drastic

A chain reaction of all the bad that happens

We landed in an area where crime goes on

From dusk 'til dawn

Say a prayer before walking through the killing fields

Where shit is real

Where people die over crooked drug deals

Can you feel living ill depending on your steel

To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap thrills

Kill at will is taught in his life of dark, raised like hogs

Danger lies in the streets and ghetto parks

Lives are marked by a deadly art

[Sick Duke]

Soldier, don't ever stop war

'Til the fuckin' battle's over, yeah

Come down with intent to drown

In the madness filled with sadness, frown

I know, as soon as I roam

Paths of destruction through psyclones

Blow telephones and microphones

All form of communication gone

Through they run around murder bound

War time folk are found in downtown

[Chorus]

In the killing fields I run with my steel

You better recognize the war's here for real

You might murder against your will

And some run around with intent to kill

I swear to uphold my mission

And that's to fight to the bloody finish

Through the whole war I hold the position

Madman troop fold opposition