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Gravedance
01:55
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Grave dance
Pushed aside and instantly dismissed
It’s clear to me that you don’t give a shit
You wanna take us back to "the golden age"
Think fighting oppression is what makes us weak
Bullets in the class room, you don’t care about me.
Cops eyeing me on the street
This war of the spirit , is this war of mine
Dismiss us all as long as your pockets are lined
Listen real good motherfucker
Listen real good and you’ll see
You are the fucking controller
You have no control over me
Waters' rising my patience growing thin
Flatlining on an empty debate
Treading water and I’m starting to sink
life on the line I can’t afford retreat
You raised us in hate
And expect us to pave the way
Now you see your mistake
When i dance on your grave
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Old Fashion Way
02:50
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The Old Fashion Way
The hour grows late, you take your mark
Stalking her down like a hunter stalks prey
Up darkened alley ways you follow the bend
Backing her up , cornering her in
Through a shit eating grin you say “baby relax”, gripping her throat, taking her back
Ripping her Dress, bruising the skin
Screams out for refuge are no fucking use
A patron saint a saving grace
Pulling him off but the damage is done
Swing of the gavel and 6 six months til free . Bullshit, motherfucker send him straight to the gallows
Fight for life
Human waste vs human rights
Vulnerable state
A scar that’s left for fucking life
Revenge in sight
If rape's a culture I’m a genocide
Old Fashion Way
Can’t run from me now it’s time to pay
NO TRIAL
NO JURY
SWIFT JUSTICE
DELIVERED BY MY HEAVY HANDS
We got this shit locked tight brass knuckles and flash lights
We're heading out tonight to fucking set the record right .
No grasp of what you did
I want you feel to just like she did
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Fight
01:47
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Fight
Apparitions kept at bay
Cult leaders that turned a leaf
Slicked back hair and three piece suits
Marching to a soldier's tune
Blame my family, blame my friends
Nothing you say holds any truth
Torches burning, my blood is boiling
I will not stand just idly by
Eradication, the final solution
Spew rhetoric on the television
If you come to recruit
You’ll get stomped out by the crew
I’m no saint , no pacifist
Step to me and get fucking clipped
Racist bastards safe no longer
Think we’re weak but we only get stronger
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU
Fuck a conversation I’ll go straight to the front. We can go toe to toe and I’ll fucking knock you out!
Blast double leg to take you down, concave the skull, break the crown
FOREVER I FIGHT
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Hell by Choice
02:48
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Brothers by blood and thick as thieves wild on the streets hold down the SOB
We picked our paths and you picked the wrong the one
Bad case of flying close to the sun
Salvation in debauchery
Substance abuse , you're choking on pills
I reached out my hand you slapped it away
Giving up on life and you’re choosing hell
When all my love , just wasn’t enough
The towels in, you’re giving in and giving up
My family we beg and plead
Please Choose life over this disease
You’re hanging on , by a thread
Please climb up there isn’t much time left .
I’m feeling weak in the knees
what you are doing to me
take your foot out the grave
And come home to your family
An empty nursery, the father you refuse to be
I lay awake at night, reciting your eulogy.
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Dog Years Detroit, Michigan
Back to roots Hardcore from Detroit. Looking to bring back early 2000's moshcore sound with modern flair and vital lyrics.
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