Posted up, put that on blood Smoked out, put that on blood Posted up, put that on blood Came out the mud Posted up, put that on blood Smoked out, put that on blood Posted up, put that on blood Smoked out Half of my bag in a blunt and I’m fucked Roll that shit up That’s what I mean when I say double stuffed Smoke that shit up Walk with a boof pack, I swear it too loud Always holding Second hand smoke that could knock out a crowd Always holding Posted up, put that on blood Smoked out, put that on blood Posted up, put that on blood Came out the mud Posted up, put that on blood Smoked out, put that on blood Posted up, put that on blood Smoked out! Still posted up with the baggie, I’m there Roll that shit up Like it was legal, I really don’t care Smoke that shit up No half-stepping, weed smoke-Fred Astaire Always holding I’m with my bro, med min bror, avec mon frère Posted up Put that on blood

Blaze up, skrrt off, fogged up, hotbox Inhale and exhale and circle the block Blaze up, skrrt off, fogged up, hotbox Inhale and exhale ‘til I’m nodding off Circle the block until I’m nodding off Glovebox full of pre-rolled and I’m sparking one up Night-time, bright lights zoom by My shit burning sideways and I’m fucking it up High time, flame like Doomguy Driving all night, I can’t see through the smoke Inner peace, I’m tranquil Car filled up, can’t breathe Imma choke I’m meditating, medicating, stop all your squawking Roll down a window, I swear that you’re walking 12 circulating, they always be gawking Worst comes to worst, then nobody talking Blaze up Skrrt off Fogged up Hotbox Blaze up, blaze up, skrrt off, skrrt off Fogged up, fogged up, hotbox, hotbox

You love your labels Ain’t paying no dues Fast-paced drums don’t equal hardcore But you got no clue Fuck your music, leather vests And bangs, you fucking nerds Och eran demo var den sämsta skiten Som jag någonsin hört Poseurs get shut down Can't fuck with us now Don't give no fucks now Poseurs get shut down You’re only image, you’re only gimmicks You’re claiming hardcore, but you never lived it You’re only image, you’re only gimmicks You’re claiming hardcore, but you never lived it You think it adds weight To your bullshit band But that ain’t it and I swear Your punk is bland You’re all audacity Got no longevity I said it 2011 You don’t mean shit to me You’re only image, you’re only gimmicks You’re claiming hardcore, but you never lived it You’re only image, you’re only gimmicks You’re claiming hardcore, but you never lived it

Gothenburg’s fucked, Gothenburg’s fucked You sold out our city, you oughta get snuffed You built a divide To shelter yourself, you’ll be hiding inside You are not safe behind your door Whore of Babylon, no more Build to the sky but you can’t elevate Yourself, your exclusivity’s fake Structures may stand and men may fall You are not one to stand above all Hide in your ziggurat, behind your wall Confusion of tongues, we are all small What can you hope to achieve You’re a tiller of ground, not a keeper of sheep Bloodless offering, crops and grains Vain, you can’t see your own mark of Cain You fear equality You know you lack worth You’re not building upwards You’re upside-down in the dirt Structures may stand and men may fall You are not one to stand above all Hide in your ziggurat, behind your wall Confusion of tongues, we are all small Structures may stand and men may fall You are not one to stand above all Hide in your ziggurat, behind your wall Confusion of tongues, we are all small Tower of Babel

I’ve been with it, I’ve been with it Close to 20 fucking years got me livid The state of things steady bringing me down They playing dress-up, with they gimmicks They say they is but they never was committed Another try-hard, another clown You try to walk it, you ain’t legit Imma keep it one hundred, you a bitch The state of things steady got me real blue I see your output, and that ain’t it I pray you miss me with that fake shit I got 20 fucking years, how ‘bout you You never learn You never learn You never learn You never learn You keep trying, you keep lying You’re just a salesman but we ain’t buying You’re cooked through boy, really fucking done No message, no heart No backbone, you’ve got no fucking smarts Learn to walk before you try to fucking run You never learn You never learn You never learn You never learn

Feet planted firm amidst your heresy You stood for nothing, you withered and broke We held our ground, that’s hard currency Hardcore forever, still breathing out smoke Blaze boy We should take it back to Champion hoodies and athletic wear And smoking out like crazy just seconds ‘fore the show We should take it back to something like it fucking used to be Bobo in the moshpit, still smoking on hydro Mindset – Forever PMA Blaze boy – Forever THC Mindset – Forever PMA Blaze boy – I’ve been rolling up trees Faded off the ‘dro, but we are in the know Firm in our beliefs so it really goes to show Faded off the ‘dro, always in the know Firm in our beliefs so it really goes to show Woke up, I’m finna get high today Smoke up, smell it from a mile away Woke up, I’m finna get high today Smoke up, smell it from a mile away I’ve been off the shit but never less than highly spiritual Mind on what’s important and I never lost sight Ziplock, papers, lighter, my ethics and my attitude Called them on their bullshit, never backed down from a fight Stand tall – We got that hardcore pride Blaze boy – Stay forever high Stand tall – We got that hardcore pride Blaze boy Faded off the ‘dro, but we are in the know Firm in our beliefs so it really goes to show Faded off the ‘dro, always in the know Firm in our beliefs so it really goes to show Stand for nothing, fall for anything Not me, I’ll be a blaze boy for life

Wake up in the morning, check the baggie then I roll it up You ain’t off that holy weed, then how you think you woke as fuck Keep that zip on you if you gonna roll with us ’Cause I’ll be Swayze in a second if you ain’t holding ’nun They always on that blabbermouth shit Alyways on that fuck shit They always on that talk big game They always lame 9 times out of 10 they ain’t got shit to say 9 times out of 10 they just a fucking lame 9 times out of 10 they ain’t got shit to say 9 times out of 10 they just a fucking lame Wake up in the morning, check the baggie, I ain’t playing You still quoting tourists and fuckboys, all I’m saying Best keep it a buck if you trying to hang ’Cause we can thump it in a minute if you making stupid claims They always on that bla-bla-bla They always on that bullshit They never speak no facts, no truth They always goof 9 times out of 10 they ain’t got shit to say 9 times out of 10 they just a fucking lame 9 times out of 10 they ain’t got shit to say 9 times out of 10 they just a fucking lame

Still with my friends, ‘til the bitter end I can’t switch up Still fresh outfits, always with the drip I can’t look bad Still with the gas, stuffed Ziplock bag I can’t come down Still PMA, ‘til I’m in my grave I can’t change that Still with the crew, still blowing trees Still breathing smoke, still fuck the police Still hold it down, still with my fam Still calling out, still don’t give a damn Still off the indo, still off the ‘dro Still fucked up at the end of the show Still hardcore, ‘til the end I’ll be true Still spark one up for the heroes of my youth It's still fuck you It's still stay true It's still hardcore for ever What it do Still with the crew, still blowing trees Still breathing smoke, still fuck the police Still hold it down, still with my fam Still calling out, still don’t give a damn Still off the indo, still off the ‘dro Still fucked up at the end of the show Still hardcore, ‘til the end I’ll be true Still spark one up for the heroes of my youth

No fake love, no mid bud Give no fucks, stay true always Can’t switch up No fake love, no mid bud Give no fucks, stay true always Can’t switch up Spark up the bud, so fucking high Narc on the squad, on my life we gon’ fight We are the boys, we are the crew Ain't with the bullshit, we still speaking true Still no love for the fakes and the lames Hardcore for life, that shit can’t never change Can’t never change, true 'til death No fucks given for the likes of you Sit back down, what you trying to do Call the plug, got weed? Come through Cannabis-positive hardcore crew No fucks given for the likes of you Sit back down, what you trying to do Call the plug, got weed? Come through Cannabis-positive hardcore crew No fake love, no mid bud Give no fucks, stay true always Can’t switch up No fake love, no mid bud Give no fucks, stay true always Can’t switch up

Who the God damn do you think that you is You always judging, stay talking that shit Turncoat bitch, you ain’t got the grit To stand up for nothing or stick by it You can’t create, we see that you jealous We break the mold, you envious Lowlife crook, ain’t off the hook I’ll thump you out for them sideway looks Sideway looks Sideway looks Sideway looks Talking big, we know you shook All you have you stole, you took We ain’t let you off the hook Fuck you for them sideway looks You fucking phoney, fraudulent hack Acting all friendly, talk smack behind backs Nah, fuck that, we’re on the attack ‘Gon catch you if you ain’t catching flak Not to be trusted, you liar, you fake You fucking vulture, fuck you, you a snake Can’t read a room, we wrote the book Thump you out for them sideway looks Sideway looks Sideway looks Sideway looks Talking big, we know you shook All you have you stole, you took We ain’t let you off the hook Fuck you for them sideway looks