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March of the BSD
01:51
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Birth, Struggle, Death
Playtime is over, ready to attack
We are going nowhere, we are fucking back
No more isolation, now go fucking wild
Sin city nation, this is our time
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These citylights will guide me home, this is my peace, my only throne
Souls are taken, dreams are shattered
Souls are taken, dreams….shattered
Souls are taken, dreams are shattered
Souls are taken, dreams….shattered
It’s about the streetlove
Nothing but streetlove
A city of hate gave me streetlove
It’s about the streetlove
Nothing but streetlove
A city of hate gave me streetlove
The streets are talking, so there’s no lie
The streets are watching, so don’t ask why
Street Love
The truth outweighs the lies, it’s the final call
I’ve seen the weak rise and the strong fall
Racism, prejudice, ignorance, hate
Love, peace, Joy, faith
These streets made me who i am today
These streets weed out fakes everyday
It’s about the streetlove
Cold concrete, streetlove
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11 Uhr Abfahrt, 12 Uhr geht’s dann los, Max hat den Vodka bereits auf dem Schoß
Grad ma an Winsen/Luhe vorbei, der hübsche Däne will straight wieder heim
Albert und Lennart fronten sich nur, geben sich richtig, Comedy pur
Mundmischen gehen rum wie die Spritzen am Drop-In
Der Bus wurde aufgeknackt, Klamotten weg, Fuck, lass ma shoppen
Im Bus nur Typen mit Klasse, trotzdem mehr Punk als die Hafenstraße
Im Bus nur Typen mit Klasse, trotzdem mehr Punk als die Hafenstraße
Viel Schnaps und teure Turnschuhe, alle richtig am doof tun
Viel Gebrüll, kaum Tabus, Sufflevel – Goldener Handschuh
Robert köpft die Biere und macht die Ansagen
Am Ziel auf allen Vieren, die Leber voller Narben
Marcus sagt nö, hat nächsten ‘nen Schädel
Maddin is‘ genervt, aber stolz auf seine Flegel
Wir bringen Spinkicks und Umsatz an der Theke
Ein göttlicher Anblick, mehr Punk als die ganze Szene
Im Bus nur Typen mit Klasse, trotzdem mehr Punk als die Hafenstraße
Viel Gebrüll, kaum Tabus, Sufflevel – Goldener Handschuh
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I only trust in few, you better believe
That’s my truth, open your eyes and see
Never afraid to speak out, fuck tongue in cheeck
Sin city beatdown, a different breed
They walk by my side, ignorant by design
Real recognize real, stainless like fucking steel
This goes deeper than blood, molded by true rage
Below and above, keepers of the hate
Keepers of the hate, keepers of the hate
All the snitches get sweeped, liars will be caught
You phonys act street, but you’re fucking not
‘Cause we keep the hate, a value we defend
You cheaters keep to fake, you’ll never get respect
Yo! 542, SOSF
Von der Mosel an die Elbe
Halt deine scheiß Fresse!!
‘‘Lennert, aldä, mach Mundmische du Hurenbengel, alder‘‘
Brotherhood of hate, Y’all just stick to being fake
Disgusted by your bitchy vibez, all tangled up, irrelevant lives
Stick to myself and my kind, can’t relate to your positive mind
This is not for you and me, ain’t no hardcore unity
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No Remedy 2k23
02:18
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Still no one gives them solace, still no fucking peace
Never we’ll relate to what these eyes have seen
Still no fucking way out, fight or die in the ashes
Life of war and conflict, still no fucking difference
The only thing remaining is hate for the world
Listen up, listen up
The only thing remaining is hate for the world
They want to see it burn…. BURN
The only thing remaining is hate for the world
They want to see it burn…. BURN
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Buried alive by Time
03:45
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The clock keeps ticking, every moment is slipping
Away from my grasp, away from my hold
The sands of time, they’re so damn cold
Buried alive by time, every moment left behind
Drowning in the past, suffer in regret
I try to hold on, try to stay afloat
Time keeps moving, it’s an endless moat
Around my heart, around my soul
The cruelty of time, it takes its toll
Buried alive by fucking time, i feel so fucking confined
Every moment lost, every moment left behind
I’m drowning in the past, suffer in regret
Time is my captor, i can’t rest
I wish i could turn back the hands of time
Rewrite my story, make everything right
But time is a thief, it steals without a sound
And I’m left here, buried underground
I’ll keep on fighting, i’ll keep on trying
To break free from this endless dying
I won’t let time bury me alive
I’ll find my way, i will survive
Buried alive by fucking time
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