• Premonitions
  • Showdown
  • The Big Payback
  • Psyclones
  • Temporary Insanity
  • Lost Cities
  • Needful Things
  • Psycho City Blocks
  • False Prophets
  • Forget the Faces
  • Wasted
  • Confessions of a Drug Addict
  • Psycho City Blocks/Psycho Interlude
  • Interlude/Stone Garden/Interlude
  • Order Through Chaos
  • The Killing Fields
  • The Crazy Area
  • Street Platoons
  • Earthquake Weather
  • Palace of Exile
  • Street Terrorism
  • Enemy of the State
  • Sick Dogs
  • The Stone Garden
  • Good Times
  • Pico-Union District
  • Art of Execution
  • Dysfunctional
  • Tragedy.com
  • Moving Through Streets
  • First Day of Freedom
  • Love Letters Intro/Love From The Sick Side
  • Conspiracy Theories
  • Doors Intro/Confessions Of A Drug Addict
  • All Along the Watchtower
  • The Enemy Strikes Back
  • Unknown Soldier
  • The Wind of Revolution
  • Poison Rituals
  • Soul Sacrifice
  • Show of Force
  • Psycho City Blocks / Psycho Interlude
  • Gun Control
  • Lifestyle
  • R. U. Experienced/Outro
  • Interlude / Stone Garden / Interlude
  • Concrete Jungles
  • Doors Intro / Confessions Of A Drug Addict
  • La Conecta Intro/La Conecta (PT. 1)
  • La Conecta (PT. 2)/Goin' In Circles Outro

(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 commiting 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

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