[Intro, deep bass and industrial metallic percussion] [white noise riser] Ahhhh shit, Its the 818 representing in this bitch [Main Section] [syncopated synth bass enters] [detuned saw-wave lead synth motif] [bit-crushed percussion layers] Everyday, In this motherfucker, I gotta say, A word to all the motherfucking suckers, Can you hear, Broken children living in fear, With a future that isnt really clear, How the fuck and how the hell, Are we suppose to avoid the cell, When We got no fucking soul to sell, Growing up in the fucking hood, With bastards that are no fucking good, Everynight you hear the shot gun blast, While motherfuckers are smoking up they fucking glass, Look away as you fucking pass, But these motherfuckers dont give a shit or a token, Even in the open they be fucking smoking, With no motherfucking shame, To these base heads life is but a game, It isnt the same as it was growing up, Drinking brew straight out of a mother fucking cup, Now these young motherfuckers be blasting, Living in the hood they wont be lasting, Is it all done by design, By puppet masters pulling the strings and Drawing the lines, A moment of peace is hard to find, When you got motherfuckers losing they minds, [Breakdown] [kick drum drops out] [low-pass filtered synth pad swells] [Outro] [kick drum re-enters] [gradual high-pass filter sweep on all elements] [final metallic hit]
