[Lyric] One for the Ski mask (Moscow Death Brigade)

Look at me, I got a black mask, bad accent
Back to axe em, ask who we represent
We take a stand, true crew, your ship hits the shelf
Apparently you’re just a parody of former self
We never sleep at night, fight to keep our style tight
Might makes right,working hard to shine bright
We’re here to stay, MDB, the stablest element
Twenty four a day, seven a week, our clique is eminent
Hard times are coming ahead, malfunction in your head
Crush the demoniac, Signs of the Times, Don’t Forget
You try to get bread, They go with the flow
And teach you how to live your life while getting all the dough
Back pack is full, ninja mask - made out of my tee
Black heksen rise, rot in hell, we got integrity
Technically for them we’re criminals, refugees
Infiltrate their racist system, we’re the new disease

One for the ski mask, two for the mic
Three to survive the vibe, four for right to fight
Five for the unity, Six for the crew
Punks, Skins, B-Boys MDB homebrew
One for the ski mask, two for the mic
Three to survive the vibe, four for right to fight
Five for the unity, Six for the crew
Punks, Skins, B-Girls, MDB homebrew

Run for cover Circle Pit Hip Hop is coming for you
I blast metaphorically in my historical oracle
God molecule reptilian gene in the ovaries
Test positive - authority's superioty
Detecting oddities in the development - experiment immoral
Still out of your order still out of your law, Black helicopters, Water boarding
We're not dead yet no, heroes not forgotten, bell tolls for
Raw poems, Bury your bodies in catacombs
Curb-stomp a xenophobe, let the blood flow
We close the doors of an iron maiden
You're lost somewhere in time, your medieval beliefs are outdated
It's an inner hatred, when misplaced turns fatal
Animal Farm feasting at the round table
Nameless herbivores unrest, branded cattle in the stable
Various violent beasts kill each other over labels

Modern life is war you’d better know it for sure
No suicidal tendencies I just want more
You know the score, memory remains
This poison idea stuck in our bad brains
Life is pain and hope is a bitch
Another ex-friend, who became a snitch
One more stitch, I’m still in the game
Like Warzone said: I’m back to school again