camina Diu vi salvi Regina Si ella un teme a nimu Ghje a prova che no'simu Che no'simu a so para Negra e bianca a bandera Bandera, bandera, bandera, bandera
Quit playin Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me Halftime niggaz, and grab pine you
tombe a l'eau Core hardcore version dancefloor Mon corps se tord sur ce tempo hardcore Core hardcore version dancefloor Pleure sur ces accords et kiffe ma bande
to mics than mices turn to man so n***** take the stand get stomped by another mans hand got me naughious in my abdomin got me servin grams again grams rapped in rubber bands
numberless man in a chair who'd just come back from the war. And you wrap up his tired face in your hair and he hands you the apple core. Then he
blood, the leaders, Into the soon-to-be dead, Chopping them down like leaves as, The grass of the field turns red, We are a band of brothers, Disdaining
one true foe L.C.D. (Medio-core) It's upper powered The riffs are all deflowered (Medio-core) It's spreading faster Than British tooth decay (Medio-core
very far away Some people they don't hurt Just in it for the chase 0-7-9-5-6-0, 1-2-3-4 deleted numbers, but remembered to the core Maybe disappointments
rocks And the watch quit playin' Back on my greasy My neezy Nobody bread whippin And for them fuckin' spectators I brought the band with me Halftime
free, yeah!) NPG (Feel me) get rowdy (Love me), get rowdy now! (Go, come on) NPG (Feel me) get rowdy (Once again) (Backwards: the uncredible) At the very core
My core! Steady following rising in footsteps along, just like everyone that's what they demand I can't believe this is real it feels wrong, to go after
Not a slave to nonconformity We like the Cali-punk, East Bay hardcore too We're in a band, but we're just fans like you We like the old Oi! bands (Oi
what time it is. Who's house? Run's house! [Run] Ah, once again my friend Not a trend for then They said, rap was crap But never had this band Till
show-bizz ! J'veux l'assassene d'Obiz (POP!) Po-Po-Po-Pop, me revoila ! Stand innovation , oblige le hella Mon style en dit trop ma gueule, comme un bandit
sonne comme fonky mais c'est plus violent. Ca peut chanter la haine tout comme faire chialer les violons. Comme quoi ca peut aller loin une p'tite bande
more You call on the phone You say you're alone What am i supposed To do about that Words they can cut Cut deep like a knife Right to the core Please
one true foe L.c.d. (medio-core) it's upper powered The riffs are all deflowered (medio-core) it's spreading faster Than british tooth decay (medio-core
