Lyrics What We Do - Moscow Death Brigade

What We Do

Ski mask Phenomenon, don’t ask you never know
This flow can turn your inner demon on
Saw them front, now they gone
Stomp to the beat, keep it on and on and on
Under the hood, we’ll give’em the boot
Got dirty white sneaks and a thrift store track suit
We hop the fence, dog barks Woof Woof
Never growing old like the Maytals and Toots
We put the bigots down, that’s the major offense
Carrying around a plastic bag full of spray cans
Take a stance, we rise against
We’re the men in black with some dirty hands
What you gonna do?
We call you out on your lie
What you gonna do?
We never stop, don’t even try
Your house’s made of hay and you know we’re spitting fire
Used to laugh behind our backs, now you cry
What?
What?
What we do?
Them fools build the walls — breaking through
Who?
Who?
One true crew
We do what we want, you can try it too
What we do is bring moody beats with a spring
Can’t overcome the positive hum of this thing
Boom Bap kick-drum, don’t sweat and keep calm
Gotta get a grip — dirty pad in your eardrums
Like none of them chums can
Techno rap punk from an insulated Moscow basement
Heard that bass, man?
Blade at the rave levels of amazement
Reason 4 and four spray cans
Jump around, bang your head like a mad one
Beat from the pit for the criminals and hoodlums
Don’t drop bars like a master
Just a guy, and a mic, and a ghettoblaster playing faster
I ain’t one of them with an ego bombastic
We are not pseudo violent wanna-be gangsters
Heart on a sleeve but a shady passport
Questionable characters?
Yes and then some
Wanna be thugs — We ain’t none of them
Barricade heroes — We ain’t none of them
Leaders of the people — We ain’t of them
We do what we love, how we can, what’s your problem?
Holier than thou — We ain’t none of them
Know it all types — We ain’t none of them
Holders of the truth — We ain’t none of them
But we deliver you what ain’t none of them can