Lyrics:

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 -acapo