Lost Cities

featuring be -Real [Mr. Duke] I told the tower of power we can work together But I guess they rather see wars and scars better Street veterans holding enemy bandera And then we're caught up in the web of the guerra We're all fightin' and fightin' and lose lives At the end everyone dies We're all cursed like that bu the maker No muthafucka shall be a life-taker We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides Terror strikes under streetlights and grow More out of control and psycho [Jacken] My realm is dowtown, rampart district, pico union We shatter illusions with weapons we're using Or sets we're choosing No Rolls we roll old-mobile More real than majority, we're docile but still Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams Big paybacks and police beatings I can't replace my home with peacefull silence But my roots are planted in this city of violence We call it Lost City where angels roam committing unknown Ghetto prone guarding the zone >From all damage but can only manage to handle Partial scandal. What's your angle? Crooked or vandal? Or killer Plot filler drug dealer we all co-exist in this thriller Chorus: X2 [Mr. Duke] Look around, it's in your town Deadly sirens brings on violence [Jacken] Take heed to this warning bad times stormin' War between city blocks and cops [Mr. Duke] Watchful eye, resident die When they see crimes go down and drop dimes It ain't no lie these days become strange How many people go shootin' at the street range Arms armed at those that control felon man chains Explain why I'm target to homicide Flash throwin at my head code red leavin' soldiers wasted, dead [Jacken] Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent Condemned to the silent movement of rebels who are defiant Sick-ciders spreading our venoms like sick spiders We construct a web and catch all those who fight us Capture threads at your head Crash units switch to code red Find you in a ditch undercover dirt bed Who said they was untouchable but instead Catch the end of their ropes all hopes bled Out your village, pillage empires rank higher But in the end cities get lost in the crossfire [B-Real] Everybody wants a piece of your pie, do you qualify? Or will you die like all the others? Survival is your onlt means, or will you suffer? From those bad dreams are you still losing tour will to live and Let live in the land of the chaotic, abusive "Lost Cities" Filled with narcotics? Two times to the power, I planted a bomb in the tower Going off every hour No prisoniers in the laws of wars that you saw Imagine all the sick individuals Down for the cause We all come from the sick side of town But some of us stay underground in the unfound Lost Cities [Mr. Duke] I need your help to gain control of the Lost City Fight to survive, something crazy has just happened The captain of the justice system runin' the show is psycho I claim to be a big part of "Empire Strikes Back" at rampart Rivals thrown in a vicious cycle livin' in the city that's lost Chorus: X2 [Jacken] Look around, it's in your town Deadly sirens brings on violence [Mr. Duke] Take heed to this warning bad times stormin' War between city blocks and cops