1. |
No Need to Say More
03:04
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You think you’re so special, you’re one of a kind,
You know how to talk but aren’t worth for no walk
Save your fucking breath, stop wasting my time,
Get out of my face, you won’t hear no bark
No need to say more
People come and go, aren’t first neither last,
Won’t be there tomorrow, don’t tell me your lies
Talk shit as you want, you belong to the past,
With people of your kind, I don’t want no ties
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2. |
Born to Lose
01:55
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Whiskey smell, bruised as hell,
Punched in the face by the other motherfucker
Puking his beer, calling another,
While the third one lays, sleeping on the counter
Broken knuckles, missing teeth,
Blood, puke and beer on our wife beaters
Calling the shots, spilling a lot,
Gambling to see if we pay or flee
Chorus:
Every time we try to score,
Girls keep slaming all the doors
To ugly, to drunk, to fat ,
To broke for the cab ride home
Every time we try to score,
Girls just run, run, run, run
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3. |
Yermad
02:36
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Monday night nothing to do,
I’ll go downtown to fill that hole
That hole that burns inside my soul,
And I know the right place to go
Tuesday night is just the same,
It’s the life we chose, It’s our game
I’ll just go where I belong,
Where my good friends are sitting down
Let’s get back to the old Yermad,
Good friends, good times, good memories
Let’s get back to the old Yermad,
And get pissed drunk like every week
The second place where I feel home,
Where I know I won’t be alone
Where shots are called by all the mates,
We’ll get hammered whatever it takes
We’re always trying to stay late
Even when we can’t walk straight
Another pint, a last whiskey,
We’re drunks, we’re scums just let it be
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4. |
Émeute *
02:15
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5. |
Luchas
02:09
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Orgullosos del pasado,
Los obreros van primero
En contra la burguesía,
La victoria será nuestra
Peleando por la clase,
Siempre, por adelante
Inigualados al sur,
Mientras se engordan en el norte
Chorus:
Luchas del pasado, ejemplos para el futuro
Luchas del pasado, no se nos olvidaran
Luchas del pasado, por la dignidad rebelde
Luchas del pasado, de obreros orgullosos
Mundialización de ricos,
Nos montan contra los nuestros
Nos mantienen divididos,
Unidos, nos tienen miedo
Pueden matar a Allende,
A Sandino, a Zapata
Pero la dignidad rebelde,
Al final, siempre ganara
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6. |
When it All Started
03:23
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7. |
Tales of Urban Tribes
02:49
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Tattooed on your skin,
Your laws your code of honour
On the city streets,
We recognize each other
Trough my memories,
As far as I remember
I’ve had enemies,
Guess it’s a second nature
Tales of Urban Tribes,
Violence just around the corner
Hardcore of our pride,
How we stand for each other
Tales of urban tribes,
School of life’s breeding the culture
Hardcore of our pride,
Just what we’ve got, fueled by anger
They can’t understand,
How we were born and raised
And scars are left in our minds,
That nothing shall erase
And gangs don’t care for right,
And if you think its a game
Then go ahead and try,
‘Till you feel the bullets running through your flesh
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8. |
Sans futur
03:11
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Enfants dla désillusion,
Élevés dans des tours de béton
Victimes des inégalités,
Agresseurs sur les pavés
La vie ne nous a rien donné,
T’inquiète, on va se le procurer
Gaspillage d’une génération,
La haine, la rage comme seules émotions
Âmes perdues, sans futur,
Nous vivons pour le présent
En portant comme seule armure,
Notre haine, notre ressentiment
Âmes perdues, sans futur,
Nous vivons pour le présent
Une bien triste peinture,
Poings levés, serrant les dents
Nous portons en héritiers,
Nos erreurs du passé
Âmes rongées par la rancune,
Sans regrets, ni remords
Que la violence qui nous allume,
Nous poursuive jusqu'à notre mort
Enfants dla désillusion,
Élevés dans des tours de béton
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9. |
Retaliate
02:19
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Hunting season’s now open,
Nazi scums right on my sight
Beat them ‘till their skull opens,
Don’t give a fuck what’s wrong what’s right
Beat them down, don’t let them spread
If they attack, retaliate
Take them down, and break them necks
Breed your hate, retaliate
Beat them ‘till they understand,
That the scene is ours, they won’t stand
You’d better strat to grow your hair,
We’ll take your lives, we don’t care
We’re here today, won’t run away
To keep this scene, clean from your stains
We’re here today, we’re here to stay
To keep this scene in unity
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10. |
Breaking the Law *
02:28
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11. |
Rat
02:16
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Tu te fais aller la gueule,
Allègrement aux convertis
Tu prêches, tu parles et tu t’engueules,
Tu te prends pour un érudit
Mais tout dépend de qui t’entoures,
Tu changes de speech comme de Perry
Tu vends tes chums à la police,
Et joues au caïd en Italie
Stéroïdé jusqu'à la moelle,
Complexé jusqu’au bout des doigts
Mets ton discours à la poubelle,
Arrête de te prendre pour ce que t’es pas
Pour toi tout est dans le paraitre,
Aucun contenu, faux fier-à-bras
T’es qu’un déchet de fond d’ruelle,
La vraie rue ne te reconnait pas
Tu prêches l’apolitisme,
Même pas les couilles de t’assumer
Lâcheté, traitrise, opportunisme,
Sont ce qui te permet de continuer
Après avoir mis ton chum en-dedans,
Tu marchais les fesses serrées
Arrête de faire dla projection,
Le snitch c’est toi, sale enculé
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12. |
ShotCallers
02:42
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I’ve been raised in poor ass hoods,
Learned how to fight through broken noses
Been in the front line since childhood,
Learned to be tough through patching wounds
Down at the bar, down on the streets,
We call the shots, we call the hits
We got our backs, we got our hoods,
Watch out for yours we’re breaking through
Shotcallers
Our friends, our crew is what we’ve got,
The real ones always there for us
Honour, loyalty and commitment,
The reasons why we’ll never give up
Been locked up or in the city streets,
We’ll always stand, strong and true
We’ll take care of the dirty deeds,
No matter what, we’re going through
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