I love this shit, the raw is what I live for
to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
to see the nukkaz that can't pay rush the door
whylin' on the dancefloor
when they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war
but it's a different type of effect, it's not violence
they're just tranced by the advance
tranked by the sound bank
put under the drum, numbed off of our shit
now who you rockin' wit'? them or us
deep love or cheap lust?
-M.O.B.B.
