The Killing Fields
Psycho Realm Lyrics


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(Sick Jacken)
Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction
Showing the co-existence of harmony and friction
We document our position
Pro-abolition of static bringing those on a mission
The rendition of the street is territory counts as power
Defense and attack clash with firarm showers
The irony of casket flowers, that at violent hours
It's self-inflicted, controlled by watchtowers
Meanb streets, pavement, concrete
Triggers force heat thugs aim for defeat
The origin of the war is still unknown beef
Your crew will run deep six feet below streets

(Crow)
Everything appears as crystal clear with no dust
The covers the clutch, look behind it, it's rust
Fear loose screws like us that known too much
Confusion by the news stay glued to the streets
Survival sources emergency forces
Sweep through to treat you from hurting
Heats keep burning, the world never started turning
You're learning through the pain of lyrical
Doses of vain juice that hit the brain and
Make you go against the truce
Through the use of, abusive music
Severing nooses hanigng in to bump the box
Proving that these L.A. blocks won't stop
Harm's ticking like a clock arm on the glock
Cocked back spit the bullet to split
The walking stick talking shit, end up chalked up stiffs
Keep on killing 'cause you can't stop it

(Chorus: Sick Duke)
In the killing fields I run with my steel
You better recognize the war's here for real
You might murder against your will
And some run around with intent to kill
I swear to uphold my mission
And that's to fight to the bloody finish
Through the whole war I hold the position
Madman troop fold opposition

(Sick Duke)
No scar on your soul
When You fight on like a true psycho
Roam, inside the circle
And go crazy like sicko
Go stand on the front lines
And pick up on the signs of war time
One time makes strange days
Now we run wild in the fields with the blade
Come take a stand, my man
Or end up in aim of steel rain
Shots, puncture wounds, straight pain
Ain't no time to explain
The action that caused the chain reaction
Explode, the whole world red code
Truth gets sparked, you lay cold
And watch this revolution unfold

(Sick Jacken)
Ghetto street pavement shelters static
And harbor the spark of automatic weapons
Setting the tragic funeral traffic
Congested on the highway
Planet caravan for respect before you lay
Why wait continue the killing
On barren fields that yield no real scrill
How sillyĀ !
Street clowns frown in bad times
Which probably explains mad dogs and high crime
Influx of murder deluxe to strike us
Bust so repeated at sight of cars my blocks ducks
Dodge bucks cops rush, you're a double-sided target
Scapegoat strategically placed, fate's out to get you

"You better watch yourself
'Cause in the killing fields they will get you"

(Cynic)
An awful tragedy can rapidly make your life unhappily
For living so nasty, it seems like everything came crashing
So you're main attraction of all that fuckin' blastin'
No satisfaction for livin' life so drastic
A chain reaction of all the bad that happens
We landed in an area where crime goes on
From dusk 'til dawn
Say a prayer before walking through the killing fields
Where shit is real
Where people die over crooked drug deals
Can you feel living ill depending on your steel
To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap thrills
Kill at will is taught in his life of dark, raised like hogs
Danger lies in the streets and ghetto parks
Lives are marked by a deadly art

(Sick Duke)
Soldier, don't ever stop war
'Til the fuckin' battle's over, yeah
Come down with intent to drown
In the madness filled with sadness, frown
I know, as soon as I roam
Paths of destruction through psyclones
Blow telephones and microphones
All form of communication gone
Through they run around murder bound
War time folk are found in downtown

(Chorus)
In the killing fields I run with my steel
You better recognize the war's here for real
You might murder against your will
And some run around with intent to kill
I swear to uphold my mission
And that's to fight to the bloody finish




Through the whole war I hold the position
Madman troop fold opposition

Overall Meaning

The Killing Fields by Psycho Realm is a song that delves into the reality of street life, particularly the violence and tragedy that often happens in such a context. The lyrics of the song speak of the drama and friction that exist in this world, emphasizing the importance of taking a stance for what one believes in. The term "street theater" refers to the ongoing drama of the streets, particularly in the co-existence of harmony and conflict within this environment. The lyrics of the song also shed light on the self-infliction of violence, as well as the unknown origins of the war that takes place on the streets.


The chorus of the song emphasizes the reality of the war going on in the streets and the players who run around with the intent to kill. The song also speaks of the significance of standing up to fight for what one believes is right, and to keep fighting till the bloody finish. The song is a commentary on the harsh reality of the street world, advocating for the recognition of the war going on within it.


Line by Line Meaning

Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction
Street theater is a powerful portrayal of real-life events


Showing the co-existence of harmony and friction
Highlighting the simultaneous presence of peace and conflict


We document our position
We express our perspective on the situation


Pro-abolition of static bringing those on a mission
Advocating for the elimination of stagnation, motivating those with purpose


The rendition of the street is territory counts as power
The portrayal of the streets represents a sense of dominance and authority


Defense and attack clash with firearm showers
Defensive and offensive actions collide in a barrage of gun violence


The irony of casket flowers, that at violent hours
The symbolic contradiction of funeral tributes in the midst of turmoil


It's self-inflicted, controlled by watchtowers
The suffering is self-imposed, overseen by those in power


Mean streets, pavement, concrete
Dangerous urban environments characterized by rough roads and solid structures


Triggers force heat thugs aim for defeat
Weapon triggers generate intense heat as criminals strive for victory


The origin of the war is still unknown beef
The cause of the conflict remains a mystery, possibly rooted in personal conflicts


Your crew will run deep six feet below streets
Your group will suffer fatal consequences and be buried underground


Everything appears as crystal clear with no dust
The situation seems transparent and free from deception


The covers the clutch, look behind it, it's rust
Superficial appearances conceal underlying decay and deterioration


Fear loose screws like us that known too much
The fear targets individuals like us who possess excessive knowledge


Confusion by the news stay glued to the streets
The news creates chaos, keeping people fixated on the streets


Survival sources emergency forces
To survive, one relies on emergency measures


Sweep through to treat you from hurting
We intervene to alleviate your pain


Heats keep burning, the world never started turning
Tensions continue to escalate, and the world remains stagnant


You're learning through the pain of lyrical
You gain knowledge through the agony expressed in lyrics


Doses of vain juice that hit the brain and
Narcissistic influence that impacts the mind


Make you go against the truce
Instigating you to break the peace agreement


Through the use of abusive music
By employing music that is harmful and offensive


Severing nooses hanging in to bump the box
Cutting the ropes used for hanging, keeping the music playing


Proving that these L.A. blocks won't stop
Demonstrating the persistence and resilience of the neighborhoods in Los Angeles


Harm's ticking like a clock arm on the glock
Danger is steadily approaching, like the ticking arm of a gun


Cocked back spit the bullet to split
Firing the bullet that divides and causes destruction


The walking stick talking shit, end up chalked up stiffs
Those who provoke confrontations end up dead and marked with chalk outlines


Keep on killing 'cause you can't stop it
Continuing to engage in violent acts, unable to halt the cycle


In the killing fields I run with my steel
In the dangerous battlegrounds, I move swiftly and fearlessly with my weapon


You better recognize the war's here for real
Understand that the conflict is genuine and present


You might murder against your will
You may be compelled to commit murder despite your unwillingness


And some run around with intent to kill
Certain individuals actively seek opportunities to take lives


I swear to uphold my mission
I promise to stay devoted to my objective


And that's to fight to the bloody finish
And that is to battle relentlessly until the end, regardless of the bloodshed


Through the whole war I hold the position
Throughout the entire conflict, I maintain my stance


Madman troop fold opposition
The group of insane individuals overwhelms and defeats their adversaries


No scar on your soul
No emotional damage inflicted upon your inner being


When You fight on like a true psycho
When you continue to fight relentlessly, embodying a true psychopath


Roam, inside the circle
Wander aimlessly within a confined space


And go crazy like sicko
And become insane like a deranged individual


Go stand on the front lines
Position yourself on the forefront of the conflict


And pick up on the signs of war time
And be aware of the indications of warfare


One time makes strange days
One occasion leads to the emergence of unusual and chaotic times


Now we run wild in the fields with the blade
Now we roam freely in the battlegrounds, armed with a knife


Come take a stand, my man
Join me and make a firm commitment, my friend


Or end up in aim of steel rain
Or else face the onslaught of bullets raining upon you


Shots, puncture wounds, straight pain
Gunshots cause penetrating wounds, inflicting immediate agony


Ain't no time to explain
There is no opportunity to provide an explanation


The action that caused the chain reaction
The initial action that triggered a series of events


Explode, the whole world red code
Everything erupts, turning the entire world into a state of heightened alert


Truth gets sparked, you lay cold
The revelation of the truth leads to your lifeless state


And watch this revolution unfold
Observing the unfolding of this revolution


Ghetto street pavement shelters static
Urban streets with rough surfaces harbor stagnant energy


And harbor the spark of automatic weapons
And contain the ignition source for automatic firearms


Setting the tragic funeral traffic
Contributing to the unfortunate increase in funeral processions


Congested on the highway
Resulting in heavy traffic on the roads


Planet caravan for respect before you lay
A procession organized as a demonstration of respect before your final resting place


Why wait continue the killing
Why hesitate? Let the killing spree persist


On barren fields that yield no real scrill
In desolate territories that offer no genuine gain


How silly !
How foolish it is!


Street clowns frown in bad times
In difficult times, street performers express displeasure


Which probably explains mad dogs and high crime
Potentially accounting for the presence of aggressive individuals and increased crime rates


Influx of murder deluxe to strike us
The sudden increase in extreme killings targeting us


Bust so repeated at sight of cars my blocks ducks
Frequent shootings occur when my neighborhood becomes a target


Dodge bucks cops rush, you're a double-sided target
Evade police while they pursue criminals, as you are targeted from both ends


Scapegoat strategically placed, fate's out to get you
A scapegoat is intentionally positioned to bear the blame, and destiny is working against you


"You better watch yourself
"Be cautious and guard against potential harm


'Cause in the killing fields they will get you"
Because in the lethal battlegrounds, they will inevitably catch up to you


An awful tragedy can rapidly make your life unhappily
A terrible catastrophe can quickly turn your life into misery


For living so nasty, it seems like everything came crashing
Due to leading a sordid existence, it appears as if everything has collapsed


So you're main attraction of all that fuckin' blastin'
Therefore, you become the central focus of all the destructive gunfire


No satisfaction for livin' life so drastic
There is no contentment in leading such a difficult and extreme lifestyle


A chain reaction of all the bad that happens
A sequence of negative events that occur one after another


We landed in an area where crime goes on
We find ourselves in a region where criminal activities persist


From dusk 'til dawn
From sunset to sunrise


Say a prayer before walking through the killing fields
Offer a prayer for protection before entering the dangerous battlegrounds


Where shit is real
Where reality is harsh and unforgiving


Where people die over crooked drug deals
Where individuals lose their lives due to illicit drug transactions


Can you feel living ill depending on your steel
Can you understand the constant state of sickness caused by relying on weapons


To make that dollar bill, robbing people for cheap thrills
To obtain money, resorting to robbing individuals for insignificant pleasures


Kill at will is taught in his life of dark, raised like hogs
Murdering without restraint is instilled in this dark existence, raised like animals


Danger lies in the streets and ghetto parks
Peril lurks in the streets and rundown recreational areas of the ghetto


Lives are marked by a deadly art
Existence is defined by the presence of deadly violence


Soldier, don't ever stop war
Soldier, continue the war without ever ceasing


'Til the fuckin' battle's over, yeah
Until the intense conflict finally concludes


Come down with intent to drown
Descend into the depths of chaos with the goal of overwhelming and submerging


In the madness filled with sadness, frown
Amidst the madness and sorrow, wear a frown


I know, as soon as I roam
I am aware, as soon as I venture out


Paths of destruction through psyclones
Paths of devastation caused by overpowering storms of madness


Blow telephones and microphones
Destroy telephones and microphones with explosive force


All form of communication gone
All means of communication eradicated


Through they run around murder bound
As they roam, they are destined to commit murder


War time folk are found in downtown
Those involved in warfare can be found in the heart of the city


Soldiers
Soldiers




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