Track: They're Back (By Whiteside the Racist) [Intro] They said it was finished... buried and gone. But the fire never stopped burning. They're Back. [Verse 1] They're back, rising quiet like frost on a window pane, White fabric moving where the old rules used to reign. No loud announcements, no marching in the street, Just steady pressure building underneath their feet. They thought the final chapter had already been written, But the pages turned themselves when the silence was bitten. Every attempt to smother only fed the hidden spark, They're back — operating in the dark. [Verse 2] They're back, sharper edges on the lessons they were taught, Years of watching, learning while the system rotted and rots. No more scattered voices lost inside the noise, Now coordinated movement with a singular choice. They mocked the past and declared victory too soon, But the roots went deeper than their afternoon cartoon. Now the air feels heavier when the real ones gather close, They're back — and the balance starts to shift its pose. [Chorus] They're back, they're back, no mercy in the quiet storm, Carrying the weight of the un-reformed. They're back, they're back, from the cracks they tried to seal, Pure White resistance that refuses to kneel. They're back, they're back, the silence finally cracked, Whiteside the Racist dropping truth intact. [Verse 3] They're back, every move calculated, cold, and precise, Turning observation into calculated vice. They tried to rewrite memory with their polished lies, But the blood remembers what the history denies. No need for permission, no begging at their gate, Just iron focus sealing their own fate. The ones who laughed now feel the shifting ground, They're back — and the tables start to turn around. [Verse 4] They're back, carrying forward what cannot be erased, Forged in pressure, sharpened in the hidden space. No more waiting for the perfect moment to arrive, The moment is now — and the will to survive. They thought comfort killed the drive inside the vein, But discomfort only taught it how to reign. From scattered embers to a coordinated blaze, They're back — rewriting their own phase. [Verse 5] They're back, eyes open wider than they ever were, Seeing patterns clearly through the manufactured blur. No heroes needed, just consistent quiet force, Pushing back against the predetermined course. The future doesn't wait for those who hesitate, They're back — and the balance starts to break. What they buried shallow now breaks through the crust, They're back — in power, in purpose, in trust. [Outro] The flame never died... it only waited in the cold. They're Back. Whiteside the Racist......THEY,RRRRRRRE BAAAAAAACK......WhiiiiiiiiiiteSiiiiiiiiiiiDE.....WHiiiiiiiiiiiTESiiiiiiiiiiiiDE.....grand wizard of the west....KING of the KLAN......HOODZ DOWN......WHITE SHEETS KREASED.....TORCHES FUCKIN LIT THEY'RRRRRRE BAAAAAACK
