Raised Fist belong to the beat

Our sound from open windows to the street

This beat always on repeat

From d-takt to a fucking blastbeat

Now let me contemplate, when I dedicate this song

To the instigators that seem to levitate of joy

When shit goes wrong

I want to participate in the debate

Fascinated of how you fabricate stories about how much money we made

Let's get this straight, the first decade was unpaid

We will drop, when our fucking hearts stop

From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

We will drop, when our fucking hearts stop

From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

When I come up, look under both of my feet

Commander up here, you are so obsolete

Och även om du snackar skit, it's just a receipt

A proof of you feeling incomplete

Now let me contemplate

When I dedicate this song

To the instigators that seem to levitate of joy

When shit goes wrong

I want to participate in the debate

Fascinated of how you fabricate

Stories about how much money we made

Get this straight, the first decade was unpaid

We will drop when our fucking hearts stop

From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

We will drop when our fucking hearts stop

From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

What's going on?

This beat will repeat

What's going on?

This beat will repeat

This beat will repeat

From windows to the street

This beat will repeat

This beat will repeat

From windows to the street

We will drop when our fucking hearts stop

From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

We will drop when our fucking hearts stop

From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

We will drop when our fucking hearts stop

From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot