[Verse 1]
Raised Fist belong to the beat
Our sound from open windows to the street
This beat always on repeat
From d-takt to a fucking blastbeat

[Bridge]
Now let me contemplate
When I dedicate this song
To the instigators that seem to levitate of joy
When shit goes wrong
I want to participate in the debate
Fascinated of how you fabricate
Stories about how much money we made
Get this straight, the first decade was unpaid

[Chorus]
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop
From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop
From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

[Verse 2]
When I come up, look under both of my feet
Commander up here, you are so obsolete
Och även om du snackar skit, it's just a receipt
A proof of you feeling incomplete
[Bridge]
Now let me contemplate
When I dedicate this song
To the instigators that seem to levitate of joy
When shit goes wrong
I want to participate in the debate
Fascinated of how you fabricate
Stories about how much money we made
Get this straight, the first decade was unpaid

[Chorus]
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop
From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop
From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot

[Pre-Chorus]
What's going on?
This beat will repeat
What's going on?
This beat will repeat
This beat will repeat
From windows to the street
This beat will repeat
This beat will repeat
From windows to the street
[Chorus]
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop
From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop
From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot
We will drop when our fucking hearts stop
From the club to the squat, you people choose the spot