| Atlantic swellin up
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| Crash on the sand like a super-nova
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| Fillin up my heart the cup
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| Never stopping, running over
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| So many cities crushed together
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| I-95 and a coastal tether
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| New Orleans up to Boston we got everything that’s awesome
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| Think I’ll stay
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| I never knew the way
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| But what can I say — this shit’s okay
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| & family led me to this place
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| Like a dead man I vanish with no trace
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| East coast mantle protection policy
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| We take care of each other
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| 'Cause that’s our way
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| Am I wrong or am I right —
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| Atlantic wins tha fight tonite
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| Hard core, rugged and raw
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| In tha streets of NY we still be workin above tha fuckin law
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| Anyone who says the east it least
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| Obviously has not met the beast
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| We don’t give a fuck about Californication
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| Vertical seaboard up and down
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| I think it’s clear who wears the crown
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| East coast mantle protection policy
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| We stick together cause that’s our way
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| Even if the world stands against us in the end
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| We’ve got everything it takes to stand and defend
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| All hail to the East Coast Allies
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| EAST COAST HAIL!
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| All hail to the land of the sunrise
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| NOT FOR SALE! |