Text: Psycho Realm. Earthquake Weather.

It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather
Keep your eye on the storm come and get us
When the shit goes down we're all down 'cause we're fed up
At how the system is set up

Breaking through my storm sick weather
Psyclone stroll my zone come on enter
Government punks think their world's a lot better
But it's regular men that run the country forever
Who got the power, the law, really?
Never! thought I'd go to war with my city
Carry out plans advance in the dark
Tactics trace you with white chalk
Crash hits and my troops get marked
I'm in a danger zone when I walk
Split seconds in time life become short
Courtesy of la p.d psycho
Inhaling white coke straight snort
Life is a contact sport weather report

The sun will be smitten
You understand what we're transmitting?
Under the vanishing ozone
Melting like a snow cone
Listen before we come to not existing
The new system
Sets up the weather to splice us
Wipe the dust off mental vices
Snipe devices in this age of crisis

The price of being decisive is choking
Welcome to no hope land
Where two words can't be spoken
That's prevent this
So they're frozen like cryogenics
In the driest of ice scaling global heights
With hollow sights on scientists' heads like lice
Who have patternized more than just mice
Strike to kill the present but the present is this
Try to fight a dead end that's sent through fists
Mind computer list of motives
Electric convulsive through the voltage
Prime supreme truth cult
Rhyme revolt
Forecasting the act of action
To flatten the state of defense
Info prints static
To unpulsate the black magic that breathes
Believe in what we ourselves conceive
For us it must and it will happen
Destruction before creation the war of capping
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather
Keep your eye on the storm come and get us
When the shit goes down we're all down 'cause we're fed up
At how the system is set up