It's Us

It's the MDB! Derange! Break necks! Time to slam! What does that spell? It spells MDB my friend Still in the game, fuck your fame, gonna ride till the end Aim to offend, here to stand, we'll defame your lame band Bound to the underground sound, that's what we represent We're blasting heavy metal, we're raising another ghetto Pedal to the metal, rattle, ready for another battle Sting your skin like a nettle, our message is fundamental Decapitate your cattle, going bigger while you're going mental We're out to get'em steal the paint to paint the steel Still spit what we feel, skill is ill, we need a thrill Hop a fence, hit a train, bring the pain, disappear Uzi-suicide is better than a suicide pill We never stop This music makes your eyes pop It helps you dodge a cop, whether you believe or not Hit the road, have a blast, sleep on someone's floor Going nowhere fast, want more, one, two - go! I'm not the finest rapper I might lose the easiest battle So many kids on the streets whose flow is way better Rhymes fatter Why be something that you're not? But our music's making kids bash Nazis on the parking lot It makes'em start training, it makes'em go to gym And when they come for you, son, you're done, you better scream It makes'em start bands It makes'em kill trains It puts the chemical of freedom straight in their veins Working hard for our fam, days are running Rhyming, train bombing, yeah, you know how we coming They call us vandals, goons, crooks, shady criminals Looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors We don't teach, we don't preach and we can't show the way We're just surviving daily grind each and every day We make the music, spray the paint, no matter what they say Believe me I paid the dues that I had to pay It's the MDB's Moscow Death Killa Beez Y'all been warned We on a swarm