It's Us

It's the MDB! Derange! Break necks! Time to slam!
 What does that spell? It spells MDB my friend
 Still in the game, fuck your fame, gonna ride till the end
 Aim to offend, here to stand, we'll defame your lame band
 Bound to the underground sound, that's what we represent
 We're blasting heavy metal, we're raising another ghetto
 Pedal to the metal, rattle, ready for another battle
 Sting your skin like a nettle, our message is fundamental
 Decapitate your cattle, going bigger while you're going mental
 We're out to get'em steal the paint to paint the steel
 Still spit what we feel, skill is ill, we need a thrill
 Hop a fence, hit a train, bring the pain, disappear
 Uzi-suicide is better than a suicide pill
 We never stop This music makes your eyes pop
 It helps you dodge a cop, whether you believe or not
 Hit the road, have a blast, sleep on someone's floor
 Going nowhere fast, want more, one, two - go!
 I'm not the finest rapper I might lose the easiest battle
 So many kids on the streets whose flow is way better
 Rhymes fatter Why be something that you're not?
 But our music's making kids bash Nazis on the parking lot
 It makes'em start training, it makes'em go to gym
 And when they come for you, son, you're done, you better scream
 It makes'em start bands It makes'em kill trains
 It puts the chemical of freedom straight in their veins
 Working hard for our fam, days are running
 Rhyming, train bombing, yeah, you know how we coming
 They call us vandals, goons, crooks, shady criminals
 looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors
 We don't teach, we don't preach and we can't show the way
 We're just surviving daily grind each and every day
 We make the music, spray the paint, no matter what they say
 Believe me I paid the dues that I had to pay
 It's the MDB's Moscow Death Killa Beez Y'all been warned
 We on a swarm