Psycho realm - False prophets

B-real:

I came here to help you with your spirituality
in the tries to find your soul to me
I wanna set you free from negativity
and all the pain you received
have faith believe in your maker your master creator
god's kingdom is at hand from sea to the sand
in the desert with spirituality origin begins
follow me to the heavens
your spirit is capable of much more than whores and liquor
and drugs to kill you quicker
then your master's contempted

Duke:

How it was intented, loved above all but ...(?)....
was my down fall by those weak in the mind
destroy one by one mankind
am I emperor, leader? ...(?)...
turned to rich residents, crooked senators,
politicians and country presidents
everybody welcome to the presence
end of all innocence and everything makes no sense

Sick Jacken:

Who are you? the devil or an angel?
just another creature bringin' danger
temptation is the root to evil
what you conceal I reveal to all people
false prophets will burn to dust in the fire
bringing down your whole empire

B-real:

I gave you my son and moses
with the power to part the red sea
to flee from egypt to be free
but many of you have turned your backs
wanna stray worship idols in your blasphemous ways
you lost faith your lack in belief is your grief
caused by mischievous deceive of the beast
tormenting your mind and soul
it's not too late before I have to turn my back
and close the gates to my kingdom
and all the wicked burn
hear the trumpets in heaven
when my son will return

Duke:

I took your faith underworld lords bring their trace
everything lives in temptations bring bitter sweet taste
come into live in my misery space
lack of moral touch the soul of the whole human race
memories of people in the mind don't erase
you can't escape all your actions are traced
written down life story attached to your face
account to your long and winding road
listen to the truthS of the world
and destinies I hold

Sick Jacken:

Who are you? the devil or an angel?
just another creature bringin' danger
temptation is the root to evil
what you conceal I reveal to all people
false prophets will burn to dust in the fire
bringing down your whole empire

Psycho Realm - Confessions of a Drug Addict

chorus:
What type of drugs do you do?
and what do you do to get your hands on
your shit mothafucka huh??!!
what kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
you're all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
Drugs!! i need femine venoms in the system
in order to function in the rhythm

you get hook to the look of wild vomen
and wanna live in the land of the unforgiven
habits turn bad ones
individuals make 'em poison rituals
gotta have it a have it, a habit
welcome your traces of an addict
God forgive me for my bad habits,
drug addict needle in my vein, i gotta have it
to kill the pain, you silly rabbit
i dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static
automatic pressure got to kill it
give some act-rite juice so i could feel it
ah, now everything is all right
the eye of the needle cries out to the dark side
looking inside through the outdoor knocking
but society won't let me in so i grab my stocking
put over my head and get the dough
'cause the needle is my God and smack is my soul
parahernaila in my domain brings conclusion
that i'm using but the question is, am i abusing
infested in the residence of pico union
drug intrusion, color fusion
invasion! of your senses maintain relapse
dilate eye lenses, my dependence on
these chemical artifical dreams
is what makes my habit obscene

chorus:
What type of drugs do you do?
and what do you do to get your hands on
your shit mothafucka huh??!!
what kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
you're all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
Drugs!! i need femine venoms in the system
in order to function in the rhythm

Tinted like the darkest shadows, my mind is cloudly subliminal
commands will penetrate then i get rowdy conditions
drowsy, the sedative brings negative enemies
i slump down and stay ahead of me
powerful like metamphetamines my state is altered
this here's no lie hydroponic, chronic
got you feeling all erotic aphrodisiac, who's got it?
alvarado maniacs risk poison time buying dimes
when you got the fix get in the mix
there's no denving drug's the only factor
got me in the rapture making an addict out of you
and proceed to capture you mind
you're mine, choke hold to your whole
skull, substance uncontrolled
who holds straight keys to locks and unlocks key holes
the structure of my trip is unstoppable
i'm 50 hits of the dot all powerful
we go deranged and remain living the last
days in the haze of purple micro
i remember when i was a high school star
had the proom queen, scholarship, brand new car
it's funny, you never know who your friends are
'til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite
but i'm all wrong; no wonder my family
don't wanna have nothing to do with me
humiliation, neglect, no respect
the concept of rehabilitation has been swept
i wish i was clean a far fetched dream
but what other way am i going to blow of my steam
heaven's all in this bottle of juice making me feel high
making me feel loose, get nowhere turn to no one
trust me, i don't even trust myself