2MEX - Doctors, Drums And Danger lyrics

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Psycho Realm

The Mexican Descendent

Xololanxinco

Sick Jacken

2Mex (2Mex...)

B-Boys in occupied in

Doctors, drums and danger

A message to the village idiots

A Mexican

Descendent, Psycho Realm are the quintessential sac religious

Affiliates, envious doctors

To the snakes and the spiders, my rebels to the fake and the

Biters

When I left the squad

I got one breath left with death threat from God

Ah

With the extraordinary urgency

2Mex is needed for heart culinary surgery

Ha

You got a spot on your retina

I got a penicillin refillable syllable shots full of

Teflon

And I'm hovering like Tiger

Hellion, I'm a 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'll 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 mil mascaras

I'm diligent when I'm peelin' your casa

When you step into the scene, expect what will occur

You remember hearin' the drum, the rest is just a blur

Underground sound, it's just a slang in slur

When we sippin' sick juice and illuse

Sick words

Burned by society, left there with asses

Hangin' in the waistline, we Sickside classes

They flash us, the gang signs, the badges, then blast us

Despite the drama

We still bring it to the masses

Rob documentary style (Yeah)

We film the

Realm, what we build to create a song foul

Fans, they go crazy, at shows, make it all worthwhile

If you ain't breaking your neck, fool, you're in denial

The doctors, drums come in, we're too sick to cure

Contaminate our minds, but our hearts remain pure

The plan is secured, soldiers rest assured

Spur the moment, sparks of truth will occur

I got two rap sheets, one with crimes, one with rhymes

Most cycles on the street hurl along the same lines

Psycho cause we're steadily losin' in prison minds

Sometimes, we get a glitch, cop bitch and come find

With full raids

Where fools rage and pigs masquerade

Invade my whole shit, their own laws get disobeyed

Straight from police scene, by releasing the hate on the

Sickest beats, with speak, on streets, we roam crazed

You wanna live in the palm of the devil

Die as a rebel

Reveal revelations

To the point of a nuclear disaster, we're factored

To the rapture, captured by the columnists

Searchin' for significance, driftin' towards a bias preference

Even as an old mayne

There's no freedom

On the other side of the gate

This world is a prison

Measurin' your whereabouts, suffocatin'

Heredity animate me, social realism

From the pyramid to the paradox

Where all three-strike offenders

Rendered as a lifeline

Get snorted as a cokeline {*sniff*}

How high will you get

Before I have to

Blow that ass up just like Steven Nicks

Lying in a hospital, sick

I'm lyin' to

Escape this hazardous trick

Medical America

By lethal injection

There's rooms that react to this in selves

It's like where dreams to a toxin polin and

Crawlin' in through the layers of an ocean

The modern count of justice

Zero

Be hear, the poison begins within our earlobes

This, age

Of blashemy

Sent an Aztec team on the street corner

While Michigan gets blast at me

We've got bigger problems