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