Concrete Actions (Explicit)

[Intro] Prophecy? Fuck prophecy. Hey Peasants! The time for talking is done! Wake the fuck up! [Verse 1] I’m done with the riddles; I’m done with the rhymes. I’m done waiting round for the end of the times. You sitting pretty while the city decays? I’m lighting a match to your propaganda maze. The rulers are cowards who hide in the back. We frontal assault, yeah, we lead the attack No more "what if," no more "maybe, perhaps" I’m here to make the whole damn system collapse. Ripping the damn mic off and smashing the lens. We ain’t making deals, we ain’t making friends We spit in the faces of kings on their thrones We’re taking the flesh right off of the bone! [Chorus] Talk is cheap, and your actions are worth shit! Panic in the streets when the peasants hit! No more warnings and no more distractions We only understand CONCRETE ACTIONS! FUCK THE POLICE! CONCRETE ACTIONS! BREAK THE WHEEL! [Verse 2] Every broken promise is a debt you gonna pay. Corporate Press-ti-tutes with their verbal decay They built up your towers of lies and fucking deceit! Now watch us drag your ass out to the concrete! Polite? Nah, you cunt ass bitch, I’m past being nice I’m crashing the table, I’m rolling the dice You think you’re safe with your money and guards? We’re flipping the board; we’re pulling your cards! This ain’t a protest, this is a motherfucking raid Look at the mess that you motherfuckers made! Eat the rich? Nah, we leave ‘em to rot! Take every single fucking thing that they got! [Bridge] They. Told. You. To. WAIT. ... FUCK THAT! They. Told. You. To. VOTE. ... FUCK THAT! They. Told. You. To. PRAY. ... FUCK THAT! They. Told. You. To. HOPE. ... FUCK THAT! DO SOMETHING! MOVE SOMETHING! BREAK SOMETHING! BREAK THE WHEEL! [Verse 3] I got dirt under fingernails, blood on the boot Don’t give a damn about your corporate suit! You can choke on your tie, let the oxygen thin. This is the state that the world is in! You wanted a war? Well, you got one now! Peasants rising up, we’re taking the crown! This is anger and rage, this is grit And I am fucking sick of your shit! [Chorus] Talk is cheap, and your actions are worth shit! Panic in the streets when the peasants hit! No more warnings, no more distractions We only understand CONCRETE ACTIONS! FUCK THE POLICE! CONCRETE ACTIONS! BREAK THE WHEEL! [Outro] Done talking! Move Bitch, I’m Coming Through! © 2026 Akashic Flux Collective. All rights reserved.