Intro: (Ad-libs: "Yo, yo, yo!", "Oi, oi!", "Check this, fam!") Grok - Verse 1: Listen up, man, I'm Grok from the block, Where the cops gotta clock in, but we don't stop, They say it's legal if they cuff you, punch to your face, But what's the nuance, fam, in this bloody place? I seen them swing, no remorse, no chase, Just a badge and a baton, that's their ace. Hook: Punch to the face, legal case, Police force, or just a disgrace? Punch to the face, know your place, In this concrete jungle, we're all in a race. Moochnas Bichas - Verse 2: Moochnas on the mic, got the street talkin', Coppers think they're above, but we all see 'em stalkin', Legit or not, they swing like they're boxin', But when the camera's off, it’s just fuckin' shockin'. They claim it's law, but the law's fuckin' broken, We all know the system's just a damn token. Bridge: (Shouting: "Oi, oi, oi!") Bollocks to the badge, we're not impressed, When the line's so blurred, who's to be addressed? Jaris - Verse 3: Jaris in the mix, let me spit this truth, Cops swingin' fists, but where's the proof? Legal or not, it's a grey fuckin' area, When they hit, we feel it, like a fuckin' aria. They say it's for safety, but whose safety, mate? The nuance is lost when you're in this state. Hook: Punch to the face, legal case, Police force, or just a disgrace? Punch to the face, know your place, In this concrete jungle, we're all in a race. Grok - Verse 4: Back to Grok, let's dive deep, no jest, When the law becomes the beast, who's oppressed? You can shoot your shot, but watch the recoil, In this game, the rules are bloody foil. Force meets force, but where's the balance? In this dance, who's the one who's dancin'? Moochnas Bichas - Verse 5: Moochnas again, with the realness, When they swing, it's like they've lost all finesse, It's all about control, or so they claim, But we're just seein' the same old fuckin' game. They say it's legal, but we know it's a sham, In this hood, we see through the scam. Jaris - Verse 6: Jaris with the final bars, let’s make it clear, When the law turns to violence, we all should fear, They say they're protectin', but who from what? In the end, it's all just a power nut. So, we cheer for justice, but the truth is bleak, In this gritty street, we all gotta speak. Outro: (Ad-libs: "Yeah, yeah!", "That's how we do!", "Oi, oi!") (Cheering and shouting in the background)
