Rivals Songtext
von Codefendants

Born in a war take shots until the swarms stop pace my grave until the horde turns a doorknob then let them step in and see how effortlessly we unleash hellish weaponry upon the heads of any enemy
Better be ready for anything. We said it until the ending never settling for petty trending on and on got a throat that bleeds all these songs willing to scream to 40 kids till I′m dead and gone
Haunt every one of these dim lit knit wits sun down wrist slit strung out blood drip drip
Split a bitch rapper's lip quick we living for this shit these little pricks pulling tricks will never fucking win
Yeah
Blood Cousin′, all love cussin' Sex, drugs, and them thugs bustin' Young punks on 12 black and whites like a dirty dozen I fuckin ride on percussion Killin′ this shit, appetite for destruction Gun to his chest, actin′ like it ain't nothin′ Cops going out, the fuckin' change is comin′ When Punk Hop mix and my people start dumpin'
We will never fix everything that we′ve broken But we keep on hoping
This isn't how we die
Still got no patience for fashionista industry rapists
Cut a snake tongue out from the mouth of a tastemaker
Celebrity puppeteering, everybody so shameless
Lost track of the fact that we never rapped to become famous
Blaze every rotting, ivory tower to the ground now
Fuck your definition of punk, we got ours
Fat Mike and Doc, OGs with heart Codef till we stop
For the love of the pure art


FTP, motherfucker
Gang of killers who walk free, motherfucker
Bloods and crips, the whole zip full of rivals like LA Death squad, the fucking suicidals
Bang for the right, it's all the same fight
Same damn cell, we all living in hell
Me and my motherfucking boys doing it right
Taking the pipe to the pipeline in jail
Dirty concrete, secreting blood stains reverberated rebar (???) Bring out echoes off the storm drains, rain pours upon dreams, can′t stand the chance, run us with the cat-biting fragrance, dance and dance and dance, in a land where nothing′s left, gets in its draft when the cats are cracked, I don't chat back with desire, empty pockets with the ballads, I′ll be finding all the cover in the park!
We all in the same gang street life combination like a G-thing
A billion dollar business like it's cocaine Left in the white house back where the shit came
It′s like nevermind mixed with some maggot brain
Cuz they don't wanna see the people integrate
But that′s the bullshit we should really hate
Put it in they face so the whole world celebrate
We will never fix everything that we've broken But we keep on hoping
This isn't how we die