Kemo

Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles
Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal
This here's a place where all our minds get spent
Self-destruction meet a quota take a trip get bent

Take a head trip outta hookah puff for days fuck a hurra
Take a chair drink a shoota brain boilin off the buddah
Bring on the dancin girls with long curls
Interlaced with lotus blossoms of pink purple and pearl

Enjoy your feast of drink and slaughtered beast
On marble with linen creased and pieced with gold leaf
Your mood enhanced with wine song and dance
And story of ancient bands with horns out they hands and

Ain't no doubt about it they let you puff on
Herbal stimulation have you gone like heron
And when you come inside their eyes open
To the motion hopin to toke what I'm smokin

Sick man of Asia let the herb heal
Take a rickshaw of Asian all party be waitin
The land where flames burn high to keep your spliff lit
Everybody spread love nobody talk shit

Sick man of Asia let the herb heal
Take a rickshaw of Asian all party be waitin
The land where flames burn high to keep your spliff lit
Everybody spread love nobody talk shit

Now how you get don't fret cause that's the best yet
Adjust your set perfect to get the head wreck
This here the next though not very complex
On text there'll be a test so check the context

Uno take the herb load up the slide
Numero dos take a deep breath and close your eyes
Tres spark fuego toke pull and hold
Until the weed stop expanding and your eyes explode

Then blow your hit out stretch out get the shit out
Float into Beijing holmes and flex your stidyle
Then smoke the bomba to steel drums and conga riffs
Blue seas from cool breeze and head trips

Full lucious lips and hips that's down dips
All spark but no one trips takin outta turn hits
And when one burns out roll one we all say
Baby let the bells ring spark one for Beijing

Sick man of Asia let the herb heal
Take a rickshaw of Asian all party be waitin
The land where flames burn high to keep your spliff lit
Everybody spread love nobody talk shit

Wow I bet you tore back now seeming prestine geisha dancin on a violet cloud
Jewel trees show where cool breeze blow
You can watch a waterfall flow where the mushroom grow
Everybody irie out on a level higher sit by the fire with pitbull and bengal tiger

Ancient shogun exhibit what they know son
Metal be hurtin' no one in the land of no gun
Higher than high if you want to you can fly
See one time hold you shit high and drive by

Pump your sound hot box don't roll it down
All sing Beijing it's my type a town

Sick man of Asia let the herb heal
Take a rickshaw of Asian all party be waitin
The land where flames burn high to keep your spliff lit
Everybody spread love nobody talk shit

*chorus
i know you see me watching you
and i see you watching me
but boy your bodys callin
and temptation is killin me
-repeat-4X

im chillin at this party and my
posse's bo deep
and my mans on my mind in my hair
what did i see
the fellas lookin fly and there
was one that caught my eye
so i bit my lip switched my hips
as i walked by saying
"sexy boy you're so fly i just
might give you a try
ima write yo number in the palm
of my hand
oops i forgot i got a man"

(chorus)

im thinkin to myself should i
even take a chance
should i do whats on my mind or
should i stay down with my man
this boy here got me fienin and
im wantin him so bad
should i chill or not...with
everything i had
saying "sexy boy you so fly i
wish i could give you a try
but my mans at home waiting for
me by the phone
sorry can't get my groove on!"

(chorus)

temptations is callin
i be wantin you so bad i could
cry
relationships callin me
to do whats wrong but i gotta do
right
-repeat-

(chorus)

temptations is callin
i be wantin you so bad i could
cry
relationships callin me
to do whats wrong but i gotta do
right

(chorus)

[Kemo]
Looks complicated, huh, but when the sound comes
Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum
And keep in tempo with the cries of the Ancient
San Su Warrior takin out the plaintiff
This ill crush like skulls in Spain and running bulls
And they gon act like fools when the curtain pulls
This here for partyin' so let your ????? Bong slide
Cruise irie toxins through your head like a G-ride
I hang with macs and Alvarado maniacs
Who make Feria broke backs and Herb sacks
And this right here y'all will be known
As one of the most eloquent ever graced a mic phone
With hype tones my mind roam the ozone
When I'm on the stage known to flow zone
You got a pencil best put it in your pocket
Cause you'll need more than cheap blue ink to rock it

[Chorus 2X]
Cause in the House Of The Rising Drum they all come
You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum
With a *BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRR* you best to duck run and hide
You know, yeah



[Ives]
Now I've seen how the world turns and how it functions
I'll be damned if I'm twiced burned before destruction
Cause I could never be that alligator that Albino
Sacrificial wino I got the shoes though with the ill flow
Then I stay two steps ahead three leagues above
The petty individuals sulkin in the masses
Bannin Latin accents then I drop bombs
Napalm square on the flesh and to make it more definitive you won't get rid of this
Your narrow minded attitude will make me rude
Making em capitulate in a civil fashion
I'm old fashion when it comes to body thrashin

[Kemo]
Herb done job cool vibe you all high
Enter through the hale to zone of red eye
Get out your seat it's time to rock show
Frontwar

Chorus 2X

This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack

Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back
With the type of stuff they bumpin six-duce's and Cadillac's

The type of stuff that even if you ain't smokin it's all that

(Ives)

It's 'bout the most love the most hard most tatted

Most mind scarred most taken for granted

The most underated remain the most creative
Rip rhymes like Bobo bang drums the most faded

See this right here is for those who gon ride

Have my back no matter how many vatos is outside

And yes y'all we got alot of em high
We down to help B-Real keep the world stoned

From the East to the West but all the Sick Syde

That's why smoke spit up out boca and cloud zone
I had a dream that it help the ozone

And also relieve mi tension when not home



Chorus

(Kemo)

Yo delinquentes man yo battle stations neva the fast lane
You know the stye you know the sound you know the name

My lyrics fly like projectiles in many styles

I've been making ends 'cause I had to since I was juvenile

Everyday angel everyday Angelino

And everyday I pray my family my homies and primos

Delinquent to what's tight like MC's to teflon
They been wrong my story's long still I'm singin my song

For two days in the Valley shows got rocked non-stop
Delinquente seleccion Sick Syde Realm Psyclone

The chips was nicely stacked hats off to all them cats
The venue nicely packed the crowd got blown back

Chorus

Ooh.... ooooh..

tengo ganas de verte muy cerca
Why te vine a buscar
Ya se bien que perdia perdida
Why se bien que olvidaste mi amor
Pero tuve ganas de verte muy cerca
Why te vine a buscar... te vine a buscar

que vuelvas que vuelvas
Tan solo una vez
Pero que vuelvas mi cielo
Que vine a pedirte perdon
Pero que vuelvas

si quieres mi vida
Mi vida te doy
Que mas da que la gente nos diga
Conozco a los dos
Conozco a los dos

ives raps

*chorus
i know you see me watching you
and i see you watching me
but boy your bodys callin
and temptation is killin me
-repeat-4X

im chillin at this party and my
posse's bo deep
and my mans on my mind in my hair
what did i see
the fellas lookin fly and there
was one that caught my eye
so i bit my lip switched my hips
as i walked by saying
"sexy boy you're so fly i just
might give you a try
ima write yo number in the palm
of my hand
oops i forgot i got a man"

(chorus)

im thinkin to myself should i
even take a chance
should i do whats on my mind or
should i stay down with my man
this boy here got me fienin and
im wantin him so bad
should i chill or not...with
everything i had
saying "sexy boy you so fly i
wish i could give you a try
but my mans at home waiting for
me by the phone
sorry can't get my groove on!"

(chorus)

temptations is callin
i be wantin you so bad i could
cry
relationships callin me
to do whats wrong but i gotta do
right
-repeat-

(chorus)

temptations is callin
i be wantin you so bad i could
cry
relationships callin me
to do whats wrong but i gotta do
right

(chorus)

Verse 1:

Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles

Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal

This here's a place where all our minds get spent

Self-destruction meet a quota take a trip get bent

Take a head trip outta hookah puff for days f**k a hurra

Take a chair drink a shoota brain boilin off the buddah

Bring on the dancin girls with long curls

Interlaced with lotus blossoms of pink purple and pearl

Enjoy your feast of drink and slaughtered beast

On marble with linen creased and pieced with gold leaf

Your mood enhanced with wine song and dance

And story of ancient bands with horns out they hands and

Ain't no doubt about it they let you puff on

Herbal stimulation have you gone like heron

And when you come inside their eyes open

To the motion hopin to toke what I'm smokin



Chorus (2x)

Sick man of Asia let the herb heal

Take a rickshaw of Asian all party be waitin

The land where flames burn high to keep your spliff lit

Everybody spread love nobody talk s**t



Verse 2:

Now how you get don't fret cause that's the best yet

Adjust your set perfect to get the head wreck

This here the next though not very complex

On text there'll be a test so check the context

Uno take the herb load up the slide



Numero dos take a deep breath and close your eyes

Tres spark fuego toke pull and hold

Until the weed stop expanding and your eyes explode

Then blow your hit out stretch out get the s**t out

Float into Beijing holmes and flex your stidyle

Then smoke the bomba to steel drums and conga riffs

Blue seas from cool breeze and head trips

Full lucious lips and hips that's down dips

All spark but no one trips takin outta turn hits

And when one burns out roll one we all say

Baby let the bells ring spark one for Beijing



Chorus



Verse 3:

Wow I bet you tore back now seeming prestine geisha dancin on a violet cloud

Jewel trees show where cool breeze blow

You can watch a waterfall flow where the mushroom grow

Everybody irie out on a level higher sit by the fire with pitbull and bengal tiger

Ancient shogun exibit what they know son

Metal be hurtin no one in the land of no gun

Higher than high if you want to you can fly

See one time hold you s**t high and drive by

Pump your sound hot box don't roll it down

All sing Beijing it's my type a town



Chorus

Chorus 2X

This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack

Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back
With the type of stuff they bumpin six-duce's and Cadillac's


The type of stuff that even if you ain't smokin it's all that



[Ives]

It's 'bout the most love the most hard most tatted


Most mind scarred most taken for granted

The most underated remain the most creative
Rip rhymes like Bobo bang drums the most faded

See this right here is for those who gon ride

Have my back no matter how many vatos is outside


And yes y'all we got alot of em high
We down to help B-Real keep the world stoned

From the East to the West but all the Sick Syde

That's why smoke spit up out boca and cloud zone
I had a dream that it help the ozone



And also relieve mi tension when not home




Chorus



[Kemo]

Yo delinquentes man yo battle stations neva the fast lane
You know the stye you know the sound you know the name


My lyrics fly like projectiles in many styles

I've been making ends 'cause I had to since I was juvenile

Everyday angel everyday Angelino


And everyday I pray my family my homies and primos

Delinquent to what's tight like MC's to teflon
They been wrong my story's long still I'm singin my song

For two days in the Valley shows got rocked non-stop
Delinquente seleccion Sick Syde Realm Psyclone


The chips was nicely stacked hats off to all them cats
The venue nicely packed the crowd got blown back




Chorus

(Ives)
Somebody said that there was bud here
I'm kinda broke so I hope they're spreadin love here
You know that if I had some herbals you know that I would share
Ring the bells of Beijing and take you there, oh yeah!
Started with a rickshaw pulled by 6 women
Leather harness tightened embridled by all sin
Roll through terreno get treated like you was kin
Cause we all in the house again and want win
So take midnite spin come in I hope your feel fine
Just so you know I ain't takin yours to get mine
With seas and mountains the internet and real time
There's more than enough room for us all long as the sun shine
Chorus 2X
We got the stuff you want and want real bad
The kind that if you mamma turned it off and make you real mad
The kind that turns all frowns to smiles
The kind that turns full seats to full aisles
(Kemo)
Now you've been touched like Tony Toca, se vuelve loca
They jaws drop when they hear my Latin lingo boca
I represent the future things to come
A song not yet sung the pain not yet brung
Se admiran y me tiran canonazos de lejos
Con mi estilo y espejos se parecen al chueco


Hueco en la maseta no pueden por eso cuelgan jeta
Dejo que se escapen no stopin a f**kin languera
The come in many caras en baras pasiwate
Olvidate de mi estilo amigo no te conviene
Quien viene, El Blaxicano que a dicho desde el principio
Que somos Delinquentes con yerba y dos pistos
Chorus
(Kemo)
Ya tranquilo chico, el mister listo dijo
Que este pleito homie no tiene chiste mijo
Cotorreando celebrando de nuevo kemando techo
Tokes para el pecho a los quates que fuman eso
(Ives)
All I wanted to do for ya
Was give ya'll voice so the whole world saw ya
So I took stage in California
>From the Sick Syde that's right we put it on ya
(Kemo)
Si no abuandan se espantan y corren como el coyote
Pero los veo yo en la noche con ojos tecolote
(Ives)
Yeah to the left side we will past the doche
Ridin most high to light up the noche
Chorus

(feat. Sick Jacken)

[Kemo]
I once heard a man say "Now hey what be your fate?"
Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints
Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle wound
Midnite gloom right under midnite moon consume
Exceed the limit forget it the man don't wanna hear it
He says "Let's go" but I'm late
I gotta rock a show I'm gone
Play me a so long song mister piano man
Eyes gleem bright like gems from ancient lands
We hot like desert sands we rock like rock bands
They live in scared city sunset make em look pretty
I'm tryin to shine lead the blind through Sahara twilight
Cross a line in the dirt, choke hold on the mic

[Chorus x2]
So take a midnite spin callin you from within
Put some ink in your skin city lights bring sin
A midnite spin callin you from within
Put some ink in your skin city lights bring sin

[Ives]
Could I be a neighborhood legend cough to clear resin
Feelin after affect of a million smoke sessions
Oh and 'bout mi placas and don't ask if I'm stoned
Just know that it's mi pinche lifestyle and I move it along
I put the piercin shine chrome freak the mic phone
Keop and chop down the sound that break bones
See I ask music a question and the music reply
See I respect how I groove and it's emotional prye
Anyway get back to music and the music reply
Said let em see there's somethin better no one's ready to die
So I'm a midnite spin spiritual practicin
Just to let you know that I've come back again

[Chorus]

[Sick Jacken]
In the Sick Syde we lead a crazy lifestyle it consists of
Drugs and sex, rockin shows and possible arrests
To last breaths livin the high life avoiding wrecks
And passin the low life tests with stripes mic checks get blessed
On any set Pyschos bring threat to upper deck
Authority reps fear bald heads and tatted necks
We earn the respect and get heat from the rest
So we deal with stress however we can 'till our deaths
Inner city district experiences we recite
If you can't relate to this well all right
Get you shit tight run little drugs in daylight
Despite the lifestyle you know you need to get right

[Chorus]

[Ives]
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star
Life of ink in flesh and mind scars
Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars
Hustle is hand to mouth and chance cards
Eveything move all around the street sound
Bass drop makin you nod so freak now
>From L.A. Downtown to Boogie Down
Hey love I gotta lotta what they not to freak sounds
Those two bit who love to talk shit dont even f**k with
I'm too lit you ain't really shit and drive a bucket
Your dog got no bark valas is wet with no spark
In fact for the most part
Chale hook start...

Chorus 2X
This is for all y'all in memory of
Everytime you bump rola while you puff bud
Say 'holmes that's the dove' and I'll feel the love
That a boulevard star think of

[Kemo]
El callejero, el twin, el pistolero
Estoy vijilando y cruisin con el fierro
Ha-Ha! oye whatcha the boulevard gottcha
Chueco fresa cualkiera que mancha

Boulevard star lingo the street sound
Gather round bring a pound for the hounds
Nocturnal light shine grounded on street level
Bule bule hard to find like a plant with four pedals
Watch the tranzas the hottas trampas
Known to strangle mic y tumbo casas
Legendary rolas for vatos and cholas
Secondary status for haters and skonkas

Chorus

[Ives]
I'll be remembered in the hearts of riders West and East siders
Known to take nug pack bowl and light lighta
Ready to bid love peace and all's well
Puttin words to a bassline knowin the spell
Some mix a world treasures and worthless trash
Silver that brightly gleam in a lightning flash
Gold that sunset spill on sky
Funk make bluebird sing and dove cry
Sing wild cadence of them old remains
About how much liquor flow through my viens
So roll to this slow hypnotic beat
Hollow drums flower crushed, rushed and smell sweet

Chorus

[Ives]
Es la vida, quatro vente pistos pointed
Botella empty first ten rows annointed
The fiesta`s poppin and all fingers pointed
Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed
Check in with Ives catch me squintin know why
I came be let my word fly keep the gleam in your eye (ha!)
Con mucho drum roll on time let the horn blow
Gas to the pedal like metal at a KoRn show
The rhyme rocka with a shit load of placas
Grab the mic and freak the rhythm till there`s no more balas
Still mis palabras fade all boo`s and ha-ha`s
That includes all who go sissy la-la
So do the cha-cha, ruka call me poppa
Huero came for action hun until manana
Down for hi-hat crash and whiplash
City nights bright lights and herb stash


Chorus


[Kemo]
Que ondas muchacho, arriba las manos
Gavacho, moreno penetra tu barrio
Lacing you with rolas that will rock back frente
RRRRRR, Blaxican esto pa la gente
Like chanclazos deep like fregadazos
Still got the Coke and Rum and flex the brazos
Then I hit you from a different angle
Leg sweep cheap shot bird shit straight cop
Soy el Twin Pistolero, guerrero don`t be afraid of that
Matter of fact, I got like 10,000 maniacs
In the crowd on a very good night
But keep it hype for a fraction of that, to get the fery like that
Chronica en el aire, todos kieren baile
Plus my sick Latin sty`le
Caile, chueko as they come
I could feel the drum don`t know the words, well you can hum...


Chorus


[Kemo]
Oye muneca ya mueve la cadera
Sobre el ritmo y las trompetas
Feel the beat kick hard como escopeta
Vatos on the prowl for the hoochie lookin fresca
All you delinquentes vengan para en frente
Hazte para atras si tu eres muy desente
Cause I`m chueco ven contact the yerba
Lo que sera sera cuando lo envuelva


[Ives]
A little sontin gets your eyes burnt head turnt
Pupils tight back stiff and your neck hurt and then you exert
Check the vibe who got more freaky than Ives
I survive, dodgin hootta tryin to shoot I
So I mueva smooth creep and crawl
Take out another batch let it thaw and lace y`all
Won`t take fall this here is winner take all
Trick take a flick of the click here to face y`all