Rebel Generation

Spray can clicks, mask down on the eyes, laces tied tight as we sprint on the run,
Who told you up in your high-rise suites that the riot is finished and done?
Listen up clerk, we reclaim this terrain, taking back what belongs to the street,
While you count coins for your monthly debt, the pit erupts under our feet!
Crossover thrash with a terrorcore kick - straight to the jaw with a brutal reply,
We crawl out into the broad daylight to watch your sterile arrangements die!
Sweat in the teeth and dirt on the soles, charging ahead through the smog and the black,
Step in the way of the unified squad and a fist comes crashing right back!


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 HEY! SOUND THE BELL! HEY! PAVE THE WAY!
WE ARE THE REBEL GENERATION, BROS WHO NEVER FRAY!
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER, HEAVY BOOTS, WE TEAR DOWN YOUR BARRIERS FAST!
THIS IS OUR HIDEOUT, CARNIVAL, UNTAMED HARDCORE PUNK TO THE LAST!


Hear that loud siren down on the block? That is our personal festive salute!
You called us outcasts roaming around, but we shatter your comfort and loot!
Dual MCs spitting relentless fire, rhythm drops like a shotgun spread:
You thought your laws and your surveillance could ever put courage to bed?
No way in hell! Elbows out wide, unleash crocodile style right ahead,
Never back down while the subwoofer roar is waking the underground dead!
Barcodes washed out in the pouring rain, forget your synthetic display,
We kicked the doors of your trap off the frame and we are here to stay!

Припев
 HEY! SOUND THE BELL! HEY! PAVE THE WAY!
WE ARE THE REBEL GENERATION, BROS WHO NEVER FRAY!
AEROSOL STAINS ON EVERY HOOD, RAW DEFIANCE BURNED IN OUR SIGHT!
YOU CANNOT PURCHASE OR SCARE THIS CREW, WE TAKE OVER THE STAGE TONIGHT!


 Hold the line. Never step back.
They believed they could pacify us with retail tags and price checks.
No chance.
We turn their market peace into an arena of street boycott.
Open it up! EVERYBODY IN THE CIRCLE PIT!



Припев
 HEY! SOUND THE BELL! HEY! PAVE THE WAY!
WE ARE THE REBEL GENERATION, BROS WHO NEVER FRAY!
NO COMPROMISE, NO STEPPING ASIDE, STRAIGHT TO THE FRONT WHERE WE STAND!
ONE HUNDRED NINETY BPM — THE WALL OF DEATH SWEEPS OVER THE LAND!