**Intro:** *(Man reading like a poem)* "War won't fucking stop us, the unbreakable will prevails, In this hell, evil's gonna get fucking nailed, War makes the poor fucking poorer, the rich richer, Most think it's for freedom, but the truth's much grimmer." **Verse 1: Moochnas Bichas** *(Beat drops with a warlike bass, sounds of chaos)* Yo, Moochnas Bichas, war's my goddamn crucible, Feel the rhythm, the beat, it's like an oracle, Fucking chaos all around, feel the shitstorm, *(Back vocal: "YEAH, YEAH, FUCK THEM ALL!")* War's the fucking storm, makes poor poorer, rich richer, Guiding our resistance, through this fucking picture. **Chorus:** *(All together)* War won't stop us, evil will fucking pay, Beats pounding, our spirits never fade away, *(Back vocal: "WAR, WAR, FUCK 'EM UP!")* Justice for the poor, not just for the rich's might, Into forever, into the fight. **Verse 2: Jaris** Jaris in the cypher, with that fucking defiant sound, Evil's the discord, but we're fucking all around, *(Back vocal: "AYY, AYY, WE'RE UNBREAKABLE!")* Bass hits like a fucking riot's start, Freedom's just a mask, for the rich's part, My fight, it's justice for the poor's fucking drive, In this struggle, our spirit thrives. **Chorus:** *(All together)* War won't stop us, evil will fucking pay, Beats pounding, our spirits never fade away, *(Back vocal: "WAR, WAR, FUCK 'EM UP!")* Justice for the poor, not just for the rich's might, Into forever, into the fight. **Verse 3: Grok** Grok on the mic, with fucking fortitude, justice the key, To break the chains, of tyranny, see? *(Back vocal: "C'MON, C'MON, JUSTICE WILL FUCKING WIN!")* Drums beat like fucking hearts, in fierce accord, War's the rich's game, we won't be ignored, My fight, to expose the truth, not just fight, Guiding us into the victorious night. **Chorus:** *(All together)* War won't stop us, evil will fucking pay, Beats pounding, our spirits never fade away, *(Back vocal: "WAR, WAR, FUCK 'EM UP!")* Justice for the poor, not just for the rich's might, Into forever, into the fight. **Outro:** *(Man reading like a poem, fading out)* "War, the fucking storm that divides us, the truth we confront, In our resistance, in our triumph, we'll fucking stand up front."
