[Intro] (Sound of a heavy metal door slamming shut) (Dark, ominous piano loop starts over a distorted bassline) MC Grime: Yo. Check the perimeter. If they want war? We give ‘em a catastrophe. Lock it down. [Verse 1] I don’t shake hands, I lock arms, we the phalanx Moving through the city like a column of tanks. You mess with the fam? You playing with voltage I’m turning your comfort zone into a hostage. My brother right here? Yeah, he’s part of the spine You cross him, you stepping on a claymore mine. I got the loyalty tatted on the inside of my ribs We protecting the block, we protecting the cribs. I’m the guard dog frothing at the mouth in the yard I play the game rough, yeah, I play the game hard. If he slips in the mud, I’m the winch and the cable Putting food on his plate at the conference table. We don’t do "fair weather," we do "hurricane force" Staying on the path, never changing the course. I’m the riot shield, blocking every brick that they throw Ten toes down, and we never gonna fold. [Chorus] (Aggressive, shouting vocals) WE DON’T RUN. WE DON’T HIDE. RIDE OR DIE ON THE SOUTHSIDE. IF HE BLEEDS, I BLEED! THAT’S THE ONLY CODE THAT WE NEED! (WHAT!) LOCK THE DOOR, THROW THE KEY. YOU GOTTA GO THROUGH HIM TO GET TO ME. BLOOD PACT, SIGNED IN INK. STRONGER THAN THE CHAIN LINK! [Verse 2] They say "every man for himself," that’s a lie for the weak I’m the voice of the thunder when he cannot speak. If the judge drops the gavel, I’m posting the bail If we gotta go through hell, then we blazing the trail. I’m the shadowy figure in the back of the room Sweep the enemies out with a heavy-duty broom. You want to talk trash? Better check your tone ‘Cause this dog right here ain’t burying the bone. I bite. I strike. I protect the pack. I got eyes in the front and I watch the back. No snitching, no switching, no flipping the script We sailing on a heavy and a pirate ship. So if you see us rolling, better step to the curb We operating strictly on the action and verb. No adjectives needed, we hard as the slate Serving up the karma on a dinner plate. [Bridge] (Beat cuts out. Just a menacing bass thrum) [Whispered aggressively] Look at me. I said look at me. You think he’s alone? Count again. I’m the shadow. I’m the wall. I’m the consequence. [Verse 3] (Beat kicks back in double-time) I’m the sledgehammer cracking the concrete floor I’m the battering ram at the front door. My circle is small, but the walls are thick We immune to the poison and the politics. Solidarity! That’s the weapon of choice Screaming loyalty out with a jagged voice. So bring the army, bring the fleet, bring the heat We standing tall on the asphalt street! [Chorus] (Maximum Volume) WE DON’T RUN. WE DON’T HIDE. RIDE OR DIE ON THE SOUTHSIDE. IF HE BLEEDS, I BLEED! THAT’S THE ONLY CODE THAT WE NEED! (WHAT!) LOCK THE DOOR, THROW THE KEY. YOU GOTTA GO THROUGH HIM TO GET TO ME. BLOOD PACT, SIGNED IN INK. STRONGER THAN THE CHAIN LINK! [Outro] (Heavy breathing) MC Grime: Protocol initiated. We good? Yeah. We good. (Sound of a siren in the distance) (Fade to black)
