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You’re lost somewhere in time, your medieval beliefs are outdated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