Lost Angels

Yeah, yo
Click clack

I'm well known the streets as Sick Jack

My beats straight heat and it's sick how my clique raps

My drug come in pounds and my money in big stacks

The army is intact, homie, so get back

It's that Lost Angel meets the Illadelph
You ain't down with a team, you probably should kill yourself
Find us in the street while you're sitting up in a shelf
Your whole style's cold as ice, probably how winter felt
The Sick Side Army of the Pharaoh trip, and
You're trying to compete with that old shit?
Man, I'm loaded with vocabu like a ammo clip
It gets worse in the collabo when the famo spit
Bang it on your block when you guzzle and you spark
Blast it in the badlands, bag it up in Hunting Park

In the Pico Union area, tear you all apart
'Cause to us, rap is a game, killing is an art, mark

No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali

We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit

Straight outta Compton, strapped back

Wars with the gat strapped

Trips to Las Vegas with the knapsacks

That's that

What's up, Jimmy?

Flat black on your aluminum siding

I take it back to '94, nothing to lose when we riding

Sick Jack sent the text so the bags are packed tight

All black tees, gas masks and black Nikes

Chance from the soldiers, slam through the boulders
I done made it through the devil when he danced like Travolta
Mind of Minolta, picture me bitching
That's like losing a battle, I'm like the Phillies with pitching
I ain't mad that you shining, your lights is dim
I'm like a neon and fuck beef, I slice it thin
I'm the chief, you's an Indian
My tribe is ugly
You can doubt it but we crowded with the knives and skullies
Now your eyes all buggy

You cheerleaders love me
You can take what we turn down
Nigga, you bummy
Get money

No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali

We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit

Psycho shit, psycho shit, psycho shit

These cats is shallow, swimming in some deep waters

We slaughter

Suicide bomber, I'm a street martyr

Reach farther, feet in the yard like why bother

If your career on hold, you need to try harder

Our Father, hallowed be thy name

Forgive me for my evil sins and my evil ways

Planet is my evil twin, let the evil pay

My dagger on the wax now, let the needle slay

Dope shit
We heavy hitters, got no time for petty niggas
So you should watch your words after the Henny hit us
Praying for bloody rain, you mediocre mundane
We greedy, want your blood stain
You dipping from my gun's aim
Stay in your lane, your dirty house, your vehicle
Do what the fuck I want, it's always feasible
This ain't the new school, we do what leaders do
Y'all stuck on stupid while I'm breezing through

Breezing through, breezing through

No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali

We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit