Lunatics In The Grass – B-real – letras

(feat. Psycho Realm)[Intro]Straight from the Psycho WardOnce again[Verse One: B-Real]Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandalLookin’ around, paranoid devoid the funk bannerIn the combat, the banana leaf controlA sea, bring a pound of weed and get soldYou going crazy, can’t understandWhy you never face me? Don’t foil the plan!Head-to-head combat, I’m on that missionYou wishin’ to disappear? Some mission is closin’ near!Sick-o!Strumming through the hall, yes y’all!Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-AThey all wanna raid my spot and take hitsBut I’m breakin’ that L.A. Law like Jimmy SpritsInsane, crazy in the head it’s lead!I’m loco, ’til I’m dead, enough said!Actions allowing the words to barrage inFrom having all the way down, to the depths of HellYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lostYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?[Chorus]Looney, lunatic turned sickPsycho, crazy in the head, I goCan’t keep my head straight from the laws I breakYou too, y’all twistin’ up my mind state![Verse Two: Jacken]For those who really don’t understandWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!Buggin’ now from, all the things I seeAll tread bad and I meant in 3DWe be the psycho doers, turned killersOnly to survive all these street cop killersI’ll tell ya now, nobody’s everlastingEven if you try, but you laugh it won’t be subtractingIt ain’t no thing but madYou better give it up, you steppin’ to a psychopathGame over, I’m intoxicated, never soberWhen one steps up, I’m poisonous like a deadly cobra!The only reason why I say thisIs because y’all breakin’ this (?) got me trippingOne can only maintain, for so long’Til all the screws in your head are loose and wornNow you’re the (?) straight psycho remain namelessOnly known from crazy acts, making you famous[Verse Three: B-Real]I’m the locust pocus, tell me how you feelWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!If the criminal element, unfoldingBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shitBreaking out the .45 sick, to get liveIf you arrive, don’t get nervous! You wanna surfaceSick, insane in the brain, I’m trippin’!I’m sippin’ on the wine, it’s all in the mind, flippin’We dippin’ now, you make me wanna shoutTalk about, my mental stateThink I need to rehabilitateWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can’t waitBut don’t you motherfuckers can’t come in the gate!Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast onThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c’mon!Psycho assassins smashing your membraneLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein![Chorus x2]