What We Do - Moscow Death Brigade

Ski mask Phenomenon, don’t ask you never know

This flow can turn your inner demon on

Saw them front, now they gone

Stomp to the beat, keep it on and on and on

Under the hood, we’ll give’em the boot

Got dirty white sneaks and a thrift store track suit

We hop the fence, dog barks Woof Woof

Never growing old like the Maytals and Toots

We put the bigots down, that’s the major offense

Carrying around a plastic bag full of spray cans

Take a stance, we rise against

We’re the men in black with some dirty hands

What you gonna do?

We call you out on your lie

What you gonna do?

We never stop, don’t even try

Your house’s made of hay and you know we’re spitting fire

Used to laugh behind our backs, now you cry

What?

What?

What we do?

Them fools build the walls — breaking through

Who?

Who?

One true crew

We do what we want, you can try it too

What we do is bring moody beats with a spring

Can’t overcome the positive hum of this thing

Boom Bap kick-drum, don’t sweat and keep calm

Gotta get a grip — dirty pad in your eardrums

Like none of them chums can

Techno rap punk from an insulated Moscow basement

Heard that bass, man?

Blade at the rave levels of amazement

Reason 4 and four spray cans

Jump around, bang your head like a mad one

Beat from the pit for the criminals and hoodlums

Don’t drop bars like a master

Just a guy, and a mic, and a ghettoblaster playing faster

I ain’t one of them with an ego bombastic

We are not pseudo violent wanna-be gangsters

Heart on a sleeve but a shady passport

Questionable characters?

Yes and then some

Wanna be thugs — We ain’t none of them

Barricade heroes — We ain’t none of them

Leaders of the people — We ain’t of them

We do what we love, how we can, what’s your problem?

Holier than thou — We ain’t none of them

Know it all types — We ain’t none of them

Holders of the truth — We ain’t none of them

But we deliver you what ain’t none of them can