[Intro - Low Vinyl Crackle, Dark Rhodes Chords, Heavy Footsteps, Spoken Monologue] (Spoken - thick UK accent, cold & calm) "Mark and Jason... Two brothers holding the keys to the drug trade. They shot Carl Williams and left him in the dirt... Biggest mistake they ever made." [Verse 1 - Grime-Influenced Heavy Pocket Groove, Dark Low Brass Stabs, Sub-Bass] Pill press humming in the back of the shed, Moran brothers sitting on a mountain of red. Mark ran the business with a cold, dry smile, Jason on the frontline, wild and hostile. Shot Carl in the belly over unpaid debts, Creating an enemy with no regrets. Two-thousand hit, Mark stepped out his car, Hitman in the driveway, didn't make it far. Jason fled the country, but he had to return, Living on the edge while the whole city burned. June two-thousand-and-three, saturday morning sun, Kids' football match, nowhere left to run. Van parked close, two shots through the glass, The Moran family dynasty turned into past. [Pre-Chorus - Snikkende Jordaan Accordion & Heavy Turntable Scratches] (Scratch: "Moran brothers... blood on the street!") Leaving enemies breathing on the asphalt floor, Brought the violent payback right to their door! [Chorus - Melancholic Accordion, Swelling Hammond Organ, Heavy Boom-Bap Groove] THE MORAN BROTHERS PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE! Playing with the devil in a game of loaded dice! Left Carl bleeding, thought the story was done, Ended up erased by the trigger of a gun! Yeah, THE MORAN BROTHERS, DOWN IN THE DIRT! (Scratch: "Jason and Mark... blood on the shirt...") The war reached the parks where the innocent got hurt! [Verse 2 - Slow Heavy Lofi Boom-Bap Drums, Deep Subby Upright Bass, Dusty Scratching] Les Cole in the background watching it break, Every greedy move was a fatal mistake. Thought the Carlton Crew back-up kept 'em secure, While the young street shooters came raw and pure. Mark bled out on the Aberfeldie street, While Jason kept moving on unsteady feet. Escorted by bodyguards, armored up tight, Paranoid shadow in the middle of the night. Five kids sitting in the back of the van, When the gunman stepped up to execute the plan. No honor in the war, no safety in the park, Just two more names wiped clean in the dark. [Chorus - Melancholic Accordion, Swelling Hammond Organ, Heavy Boom-Bap Groove] THE MORAN BROTHERS PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE! Playing with the devil in a game of loaded dice! Left Carl bleeding, thought the story was done, Ended up erased by the trigger of a gun! Yeah, THE MORAN BROTHERS, DOWN IN THE DIRT! (Scratch: "Jason and Mark... blood on the shirt...") The war reached the parks where the innocent got hurt! [Bridge - Bare Double Bass, Muffled Piano & Finger Snaps] (Spoken - rhythmic, intense) "They thought they controlled the supply. They thought Carl was just a fat boy pushing pills. By the time they realized... Both brothers were already under the soil." [Chorus - Melancholic Accordion, Swelling Hammond Organ, Heavy Boom-Bap Groove] THE MORAN BROTHERS PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE! Playing with the devil in a game of loaded dice! Left Carl bleeding, thought the story was done, Ended up erased by the trigger of a gun! Yeah, THE MORAN BROTHERS, DOWN IN THE DIRT! (Scratch: "Jason and Mark... blood on the shirt...") The war reached the parks where the innocent got hurt! [Outro - Accordion Fades, Heavy Rain Sound FX, Sudden Tape-Stop Finish] (Spoken - calm, cold, deadpan) "June 21, 2003. Essendon Recreation Reserve. The Moran empire erased." (Subtle vinyl scratch, sudden abrupt tape-stop finish)
