This ain't no quiet riot Cars overturned Big barrels burn Apparel is ripped by the laws iron grip Bodies get dragged through the streets and shit Even thick skin gets split Repeatedly receiving billy club hits But it's not that great when tables turn Hollow points penetrate through vests and... Molotov cocktails fail to yield at the sight of a plastic shield Carried by a swarm of uniformed enforcements being sent to the field As tensions build and sides collide Some choke on smoke but never on pride It's worn like a badge of honor The heat on the street's like a thousand saunas So some perspirate Some suffocate While some jump over gates And take what they feel they're entitled to And might fuck up a couple rivals, too But when faced with survival few let life leave easily The scenario's played out repeatedly So the burial rates are increasing, see? Diametrically opposed foes can't remain composed when they're left
contained By a link of events in a chain That maintain an imbalance of pain ‘Cuz soon calm seas will begin to boil Skin feels like its been wrapped in aluminum foil Walking on burning embers Like two-hundred-and-twelve degrees in December As the pours secrete their salty substance The carnivores eagerly seek their sustenance To avenge personal injustices And because of this The percussive beat of the daily beatings Preceding the neighborhood town hall meetings Become the soundtrack for those held down and back Red, brown, and black And all the others included Though to a lesser extent Pressure builds and escapes through vents Creating cracks in the armor of dueling gents So flesh is exposed and vulnerable With eventual death an inevitable conclusion To initial bruising Until then Flames will course through veins and burn