# Urbex Mandem *(Intro)* Oi, oi, check the feed, it’s a fuckin’ mess, Facebook wasteman spittin’ shit, got no finesse. We’re the urbex mandem, runnin’ through the decay, While you type your bollocks, we’re kings of the grey. *(Verse 1)* I’m creepin’ through the ruins where the ghosts get peak, Abandoned mills in Manny, where the shadows don’t speak. UK urbex, we’re the dons of the broken, Sprayin’ bars on the walls while your comments stay jokin’. You’re sat in your mum’s yard, sippin’ piss-weak tea, Typin’ “You’re a chav!” like you know what you see. Your spelling’s fuckin’ tragic, mate, your brain’s on pause, Callin’ us pricks? Nah, you’re the one with no cause. We’re dodgin’ rusty spikes, where the darkness got weight, Your Facebook shit’s worth less than a dodgy mixtape. Fuckin’ worthless, like a post that’s got no clout, You’re screamin’ at your screen while we’re reppin’ the route. *(Chorus)* Facebook wasteman, your chat’s worth fuck all, Spittin’ bollocks in the dark, while we stand up tall. Urbex mandem, we paint the truth in the grit, Respected in the ruins, leavin’ legends, no shit. Yo, your bars are dead, like a signal that’s ghost, We’re spittin’ fire in the bits where the history’s most. *(Verse 2)* I’m in a Glasgow shipyard where the cranes gone still, Torch in my hand, yeah, I’m chasin’ that thrill. We’re the scribes of the lost, taggin’ stories in rust, While your keyboard’s a grave, full of dickheads and dust. “Get a job!” you shout, with your caps-lock aggro, But we’re writin’ fuckin’ epics where the world don’t go. From London’s deep sewers to Brum’s old steel, We’re reppin’ every brick where the past’s got feel. You call us “thugs” and “scum,” but your head’s in a fog, Never stepped in our ends, you’re a social media dog. We’re rated by the roads, got the love from the scene, While your comments get binned like a second-hand meme. *(Chorus)* Facebook wasteman, your chat’s worth fuck all, Spittin’ bollocks in the dark, while we stand up tall. Urbex mandem, we paint the truth in the grit, Respected in the ruins, leavin’ legends, no shit. Yo, your bars are dead, like a signal that’s ghost, We’re spittin’ fire in the bits where the history’s most. *(Bridge)* We’re the dons of the shadows, keepin’ history live, While your Facebook rants die where the Wi-Fi don’t thrive. Every crack in the pavement’s got a story we spray, Fuck your “vandal” bullshit, we’re the kings of decay. Mandem salute us, from the blocks to the flats, Our name’s in the ruins, where the real ones at. You’re a screen-bound mug, with your data on low, While we’re scalin’ rooftops where the night winds blow. *(Verse 3)* I’m spittin’ venom bars like the rust on these beams, Urbex is my turf, livin’ life in my dreams. You’re a troll in the comments, with your brain switched off, Talkin’ shit ‘bout the scene, but you’re too fuckin’ soft. We’re the poets of the lost, with respect in our blood, Leavin’ tags in the dark where the past’s in the mud. From Bristol’s mad asylums to Leeds’ broken halls, Our bars hit harder than your pointless calls. Keep your shite opinions, keep your uneducated drivel, We’re the urbex elite, make the history sizzle. When the buildings turn to ash, and your profile’s long dead, Our name’s still echoin’ where the mandem tread. *(Chorus)* Facebook wasteman, your chat’s worth fuck all, Spittin’ bollocks in the dark, while we stand up tall. Urbex mandem, we paint the truth in the grit, Respected in the ruins, leavin’ legends, no shit. Yo, your bars are dead, like a signal that’s ghost, We’re spittin’ fire in the bits where the history’s most. *(Outro)* So log off, you pricks, let the real ones roam, We’re writin’ in the shadows where you never call home. Urbex mandem forever, with respect that don’t quit, While your Facebook bullshit fades in the digital pit.
