We fight this our own way,
If it's a war of attrition, then we wait,
Fuck the hunger, fuck the pain,
Troublemakers, so they say,
From the very first day and that'll never change,
So you can point the finger, I'll take the blame,
I ain't a pussy, I retaliate and take pussy's out the game,
We had a whole lot of fight instilled from an early age,
So while the rest of them sound the same,
We changed it up, I ain't afraid of no one,
And I dare some to come and live their lyrics on me,
And I'll give them one shot for free because I'm nice like that,
But hit hard as a hammer as I hammer right back,
It's full contact, chip on my shoulder
With an itch to scratch, I dead tracks, so I'm dressed in black,
So you can close your curtains, baton the hatch,
Pray for peace but don't prepare for that,
We bring war, from the front line, to your door,
Whether lyrical, or physical, right, left, kill them all, left for dead,
We bring war, the best weapon in war is surprise,
So you can never see it coming, this revolution will be televised,
I pronounce my verbs, I do as my words,
I denounce all myths, my voice is heard,
Be boys in the corner, where only a handful will hear you,
I'm centre stage, not afraid to take all comers on.
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