| Where have you been? |
| You have never be seen
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| When the kids on the streets fought the war for the scene
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| Fit, neat and clean Are you a punk or a skin?
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| You’ve seen it on the screen but do you know what it means?
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| Blood, sweat and tears, surviving the darkest years
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| Following your dreams, facing fears, hope disappears
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| Stabbed by your peers, but never betray your way
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| We’re here to stay and fuck what they say !
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| Hey little rich boy toy don’t you look at me
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| Before this scene ended up with the tragedy
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| Talking shit, spreading lies, who believes your hype
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| And I denounce violence but not against your type
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| Loose lips sink ships, yours sink fleets
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| Watch your tongue or get done, boot to your ribs
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| Time to quit your shit that nobody needs
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| Before body hits concrete and your fucking head splits
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| You are a style snatcher, a grimy rhyme stealer
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| I oppose you I’m the original microphone killer
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| Break your chicken neck, we are back and you are done
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| MDB has come to cut off your snake tongue
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| No one likes cops, no one likes traitors
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| No one likes rats, snitches and collaborators
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| No one likes haters, social network agitators
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| Internet debater-warriors, PC dictators
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| You don’t belong, you got the situation wrong
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| Running your mouth, spreading rumors all night long
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| You don’t come along, you sing the same old song
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| Better go home to your MTV and a bong
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| Fuck the two-faced scum, fuck the fencewalkers
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| Snitches got stitches and talkers got walkers
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| We spit this street shit for the punk rockers
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| For the skinheads, metal maniacs and train yard stalkers
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| For everybody who is true to the game
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| Worldwide underground and you know the name
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| We paid the price and the damage is done
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| If you try to ruin this we’ll cut off your snake tongue |