Lyrics
Psycho Realm
Of Mexican descent
Jumaran Zingo
Sick Jack
2Mex
B-Boys in occupied territory
The doctor's drums of danger
A message to the village idiots
Of Mexican descent in Psycho Realm
Of the quintessential sacrilegious affiliates
Indian doctors
To the snakes and the spiders
My rapper to the fake and the biters
With my leftist squad
I got one breath left with death threats from God
With an extraordinary urgency
2Mex is needed for hardcore nary surgery
You got a spot on your retina
I got a penicillin refillable syllable
Shots full of tetanus
And I'm hovering like Tiger Heli
And I'mma 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 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 Neil Mascaras
I'm diligent when I'm feeling a casa
When you step into the scene expect what will occur
You remember hearing the drum the rest is just a blur
Underground sound 'cause it's the slang and slur
When we sipping sick juice and let loose sick words
Burned by society left there with ashes
Hanging in the waistline these sick side glasses
They flash us like gang signs or badges and blasters
Despite the drama we still bring it to the masses
Raw documentary style
We film the realm when we build to create a song file
Fans that go crazy at shows make it all worthwhile
If you ain't breaking your neck fool you're in denial
The doctor's drums come but we're too sick to cure
Contaminate our minds but our hearts remain pure
The plan ain't secure soldiers rest assured
Spur the moment sparks a truth will occur