Conspiracy Theories

The Psycho Realm

Cops are found dead and to no surprise

And get classified wasted no lie

They come and invade the wrong life

And only the strong survive so they die

They rest at a place of violence

And 5-0?s get broke like codes of silence

Sirens flood the scene with blood

They come firing

We crooks get thrown big books

And hooked with a life sentence

Hunted mental stress on these la streets

Permanent like inks on flesh, shit

We blast off the big guns 'til blankets

Of death have wrapped everyone

Homeboys and the law abiding

Get stuck full of holes they're dying

Don't let the wild bullet

Conspiracies hit the target

Befriend the whole system

Or you too will be found dead



Chorus (x1)

The code of the streets means anything goes

Against these wars with street fleets

Wanted by many

These sick-ass cliques ain't touched by any

Law enforcement

The code of the streets

The masterplan don't include us

So they shoot us

Supply weapons, coke, crack and buddha

Keep track of who took

The bait through computers

Enslave and regulate the 'hoods

Through the juras

We're all victims as the plot thickens

Better recognize the big plan

Clock's ticking

Stricken by the plague

No sign of us saved

Satan is the ruler of the modern day

We fight angelic wars where

My block attacks yours

Numbed by the drugs that are sold

On street stores

Everybody out here walking around in a daze

You can't find your way out of the maze

Through purple haze

And while you?re lost

You're desensitized with force

Through violence that's televised

In spite of the cross

Through news and other media we see homicide

So murder and death are now part

Of our daily lives

All of a sudden you're gunning

Blasting's just a game

Join a gang run with them

Destroy your own plan

For a name, fame and crumbs you're dumb

You're feeding right i