Lyrics

Look at me, I got a black mask, bad accent Back to axe em, ask who we represent We take a stand, true crew, your ship hits the shelf We never sleep at night, fight to keep our style tight Might makes right, working hard to shine bright We're here to stay, MDB, the stablest element Twenty four a day, seven a week, our clique is eminent Hard times are coming ahead, malfunction in your head Crush the demoniac, Signs of the Times, Don't Forget You try to get bread, They go with the flow And teach you how to live your life while getting all the dough Back pack is full, ninja mask - made out of my tee Black heksen rise, rot in hell, we got integrity Technically for them we're criminals, refugees Infiltrate their racist system, we're the new disease One for the ski mask, two for the mic Three to survive the vibe, four for right to fight Five for the unity, Six for the crew Punks, Skins, B-Boys MDB homebrew One for the ski mask, two for the mic Three to survive the vibe, four for right to fight Five for the unity, Six for the crew Punks, Skins, B-Girls, MDB homebrew Run for cover Circle Pit Hip Hop is coming for you I blast metaphorically in my historical oracle God molecule reptilian gene in the ovaries Test positive - authority's superioty Detecting oddities in the development - experiment immoral Still out of your order still out of Your law, Black helicopters, Water boarding We're not dead yet no, heroes not forgotten, bell tolls for Raw poems, Bury your bodies in catacombs Curb-stomp a xenophobe, let the blood flow We close the doors of an iron maiden You're lost somewhere in time, your medieval beliefs are outdated It's an inner hatred, when misplaced turns fatal Animal Farm feasting at the round table Nameless herbivores unrest, branded cattle in the stable Various violent beasts kill each other over labels Modern life is war you'd better know it for sure No suicidal tendencies I just want more You know the score, memory remains This poison idea stuck in our bad brains Life is pain and hope is a bitch Another ex-friend, who became a snitch One more stitch, I'm still in the game Like Warzone said: I'm back to school again
Writer(s): Gennady Gladkov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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