[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