¡All Along The Watch Tower! (X2)
(Sick Jacken)
We're prisoners locked down in these perimeters
Surrounded by cell mates and no case and no visitors
Telephone pulse by the dozens steel windows and doors patrol cars in penitentiary holds
I classify my town as an underground camp making you see where you're living at
Why so many guards pollute the yards even run a conflict they just as much in charge
(Big Duke)
They got the phones tapped now I'm in possition just to watch me strapped
They run me lies, flex on my jaws, kill every one of those, strike us like a virus
Let these lyrics settle in, crazy shit shooting at them mouth thorough in
Straight into the veins of P.D.'s hurricanes
Troops counterattack against psychopath's wrath
The plans are take the stolen lands back and react and the militarie's sword come back
It's a deadly sport what you've brought to the battles we've fought don't step I don't lie and get caught
(B-Real)
If any of you crime convictions jump by the line I'll have you beaten, broken, confined, shackled and reassigned
I've seen your kind before you're a big man but when the doors close you become a victim of my system
Confused days no matter how many days you got left I'll put you in a hole to your death breath your last breath your conviction is your reflextion now you're in my jurisdiction
(Big Duke)
All along the watch tower crazy people abusing the power. Soon enough exact time and hour gonna come good times and lives become sour. To the ones of the LOS become high, I'm on the figure out the plans of escape, we're gone on a bow wow. Electrocuted and executed. Open fire! Bang on your whole body and mental while you're strapped to a death pole, shattering your voicebox and tempo, rolling with the inner city, style infantry. Helicopters come and take over the city and do you know what a motherfucking pity is? Steady working together or enemies forever
(Sick Jacken)
Bring down the gates, take on my state, on my words otherwise this is all fake. From state to state borders don't separate nothing, your low-life police still harass and violate. Understand they got watch towers and guards through all hours ready to serve an abused power
(B-Real)
Keep your shoulders to the wall at all times, keep your hands on the side, follow the yellow line or I will rehabilitate any of you criminals will become a ward of the state. You're all scum to me, let the Lord sort you out, you can go to hell whatever your destiny is. No poor ins by the governor, get in the chamber and strapping the authority of bye, bye you can imagine
(Sick Jacken)
Famous follow, I'm your rival, cause I'm the rival, now...what are my chances of survival? This whole scene is tribal, top pigs think they're big simply because cheap is the title. Through megaphones they've come heads-blown, we roam the red zones like psyclones through the town like storms. A flood of uniforms I blood from the time blows got us still and rose against walls like street side shows, arrested psycho on a mission, assume the possition you fit the description of my local fugitive missing
(Big Duke)
Who could be the blame evilerious engage in combat insane? City wided in my age tried and bleeded the case but I last seen today in other whirlwinds neighborhood peers end up on a long list of a disappeared. You can try cry and shed tears but on the streets and corrupt careers in the next few years
(B-Real)
For 15 years I've been a God on this town looking over the whole door. Rifles aim and all these heathens if it gets out of hand I'll make you stop from proceeding...freeze! Get on your knees and hop the ground, this whole fucking prison of animals is going down!
¡All Along The Watch Tower!