"Doctors, Drums, and Danger feat. Sick Jacken, Xololanxinxo" as written by and Jack Gonzalez Daniel Rodriguez....
Psycho Realm
The Mexican Descendent
Sick Jacken
2Mex (2Mex...)
B-Boys in occupied in
Doctors, drums and danger

A message to the village idiots
A Mexican Descendent, Psycho Realm are the quintessential sacreligious affiliates, envious doctors
To the snakes and the spiders, my rebels to the fake and the
When I left the squad
I got one breath left with death threat from God
With the extraordinary urgency
2Mex is needed for heart coronary surgery
You got a spot on your retina
I got a penicillin refillable syllable shots full of tetina
And I'm hovering like Tiger Hellion, I'm a love it when I stick it in the belly of the beast
with the Psycho Realm
The police, they got our lives all on microfilm
But that's okay, I'll live to see another day
I got tabs full of words that'll wish you away
We're like Tito Santana Meets Hercules Hernandez
You're gonna need an antenna just to understand this
I'm a militant mil mascaras
I'm diligent when I'm peelin' your casa

[Sick Jacken]
When you step into the scene, expect what will occur
You remember hearin' the drum, the rest is just a blur
Underground sound, it's just a slang in slur
When we sippin' sick juice and illuse
Sick words
Burned by society, left there with asses
Hangin' in the waistline, we Sickside classes
They flash us, the gang signs, the badges, then blast us
Despite the drama, we still bring it to the masses
Rob documentary style (Yeah)
We film the Realm, what we build to create a song foul
Fans, they go crazy, at shows, make it all worthwhile
If you ain't breaking your neck, fool, you're in denial
The doctors, drums come in, we're too sick to cure
Contaminate our minds, but our hearts remain pure
The plan is secured, soldiers rest assured
Spur of the moment, sparks of truth will occur
I got two rap sheets, one with crimes, one with rhymes
Most cycles on the street hurl along the same lines
Psycho cause we're steadily losin' in prison minds
Sometimes, we get a glitch, cop bitch and come find
With full raids
Where fools rage and pigs masquerade
Invade my whole shit, their own laws get disobeyed
Straight from police scene, by releasing the hate on the
Sickest beats, with speak on streets, we roam crazed

You wanna live in the palm of the devil
Die as a rebel
Reveal revelations to the point of a nuclear disaster, we're factored to the rapture, captured by the columnists
Searchin' for significance, driftin' towards a bias preference
Even as an inmate, there's no freedom on the other side of the gate
This world is a prison
Measurin' your whereabouts, suffocatin'
Heredity animatin' social realism
From the pyramid to the paradox we're all three-strike offenders
Rendered as a lifeline
Get snorted as a cokeline {*sniff*}
How high will you get before I have to blow that ass up just like Steven Nicks
Lying in a hospital, sick
I'm lyin' to escape this hazardous trick
Medical America by lethal injection
There's room that react to this in selves
It's like where dreams to a toxin polin and
Crawlin' in through the layers of an ocean
The modern count of justice, Zero
Because the poison begins within our earlobes
This age of blashemy sent an Aztec team on the street corner
While Mexica gets blast at me...We've got bigger problems

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