[Intro] Static in the hallway, sub rattling the glass Somebody said "play it back" so we hit it hard and fast Who's the one? Who's the real one? You? Fuck that. We came for the whole room, not to sit polite in the back [Chorus] Static in the hallway, sub rattling the glass We came for the whole room, and we make it last No clean face, no studio act We hit hard and we don't look back [Verse 1] [gritty male vocals] Ruff riders ride deep, we don't give a fuck, full-throttle in the dark, yeah, we tear the block up Bass trap in the trunk, let the whole world shake and buck, low-end thunder in the night and it ain't never enough [Verse 2] Fast-rap fire with the emo-night glare, black hoodie, red eyes, we don't play fair Heart cold, jaw clenched, screaming through the air, every bar like a scar, every breath like a dare [Verse 3] Waves hit hard like a storm in my veins, dubstep bass rips through the chrome and chains Neon pain in the rain, I’m drowning in the frame, then the drop hits hard and I rise from the flames [Verse 4] OG in the cut with a cold steel grin, if the world wants war, then we all dive in No peace, no pause, just the chaos within, ruff riders on the move and we’re ready to begin [Verse 5] You talk soft while I tear through the night, heart on my sleeve and a fist full of spite Fast lips, hard kicks, all venom and bite, if you step in my lane then you’re fading from sight [Verse 6] Ruff riders thunder, we cut through the noise, no fake peace, man, we destroy your toys Heavy boots, red roots, we’re the roughhouse boys, let the bassline roar like a thousand lost voices [Verse 7] Bass trap rattling bones in my chest, built for the chaos, I outlast the rest Cold sweat, dead set, never second-guess, when the kick drum lands, man, the whole crowd test [Verse 8] Emo rock waves crash, then they rise again, pain in the melody, rage in the pen Broken halo in the back of my brain, still I spit through the hurt like a blade through rain [Verse 9] Fast lane fever, got smoke in the lane, chrome on the soul and a hurricane brain I’m a one-man riot in a blood-red frame, every line hits sharp like a runaway train [Verse 10] We kick in the door with a sub-bass scream, heavy on the pulse like a shattered dream Lights go black when the speaker walls lean, and the whole damn room shakes to the machine [Verse 11] Fuck what you heard, we don't bow, we don't bend, ruff riders to the core, till the very end No leash, no limit, no fake-ass friend, we ride through the wreckage and we never pretend [Verse 12] Dark city lightning in the back of my head, every beat hits harder, leave the silence dead Blacktop prayers and a heart full of lead, if the night wants my soul then it better come fed [Verse 13] I don't need your love, I don't need your trust, I need that low-end rumble and the rise in the dust Need the speakers to quake and the whole place combust, need the pain turned loud till it turns into lust [Verse 14] Harley heart roar in the rain and the grit, if it ain't raw truth, then I don't want shit Leather lungs, iron tongue, I’m built for the hit, and I laugh in the face of the world when it spits [Verse 15] We scream through the static, we own the pain, bass drop cathedral in the midnight rain Echoes hit like knives in the back of my brain, then the lights go wild and we do it again [Verse 16] No sleep, no leash, just a relentless drive, fast bars, hard lungs, keep the riot alive Breakneck breath, deadset death, still I thrive, with a dubstep pulse and a roar in the drive [Verse 17] Waves on waves, let the heartbreak hit, then the kick drum snaps and the whole room lit Tearstained face but I never submit, when the drop gets savage, I’m born from it [Verse 18] Ruff riders rolling with a savage pace, don't give a fuck with a scarred-up face Dirty boots, loud roots, straight out the race, we crash through the night with a hellbound grace [Verse 19] Dubstep thunder when the speakers explode, we blaze through the wreckage on a one-way road No turning back, we just stack that load, bass in the chest like a heavy-ass code [Verse 20] Who's the real one now when the bassline slams? We are the ruff riders, and we don't give a damn Fast, loud, raw, let the whole place ram, bass trap, emo waves, and the crowd goes хам [Verse 21] Midnight in the lot, engines ticking down, somebody’s boots on the gravel, nobody making a sound Then the first kick hits and the whole place rounds, like a pack let loose when the wall caves down [Outro] When the speakers die, we still got the scars Tire marks, sweat, and the scrape of the bars Who's the one? Yeah, you know what that is Ruff riders out, but the low end still hits
