Made in "South Central"
 

Fundemental mexican m.c from L.a city blocks/

I don't gangbang or slang rocks/

i flow in da night, bat out of hell wit intentions droppin spells/

Ringin church bells last no longer dan city rats dat dwell/

underneath da sewer's smell coming straight out of da dark/

I cant understand da bark lashed at this man /

Straight stuck from da land of da dammed/

I get doubled dribbled and slammed in da pan/

Immense pressure from lectures, i don't see da picture/

Scripture is my leisure when i write flows da inflict seizures/

Believe my story, bloody and gory, i wont stop till i hit forty/

i'm being misplaced in da earths trace, i give chase/

high octane style dat cant be stopped/

fences hopped and blood mopped/

i cant believe da life i live is not/

Controled by da system and its plots/

dead on da street left to rot/

Da city of angels is da hot spot for a punk cop/

blasting his heat at our peeps non stop/

wait till he sees da damage done frome da smoke of his gun/

no time to think, trak meat to run around a slum/

Left to think about da brink of my death/

i just stoled my life and comitted grand theft/

i'm out wit a sore breath, mutha fucking mess/

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