1. THE GROUND AND POUND

It’s time for me to break for the summit of my life
A ponderous disease to overcome sublime
Cover up or shut up for having a dislike
‘Coz from time to time, I’ll rob your soul


2. 36/0

36 and 0
You have made me what I have become
That’s why I’m fucking undefeated
36 and 0
Round after round, bout after bout and fight after fight
Now you’ve made our divide, hold this belt high with pride
Any weight, any belt. Every fist, every fight
I’m a time bomb ticking, leave this fight with a smile
36 and 0, fucking undefeated
Statistics stay the same - Knocked out cold
Reflect The Conflict, ticking like a bomb
The bell is an alarm for my adrenaline
Lying on the floor, your life is running thin
This is hate that lies and never dies
It’s time for me to throw and you to weave


3. LINE OF FIRE

Open fire, pocket full of shells!
You will stab me in the back, I will fucking re-attack!
War. Load your clip. This is war!
Cold blooded violence, guns will be silenced!
As I swell with all my strength and hatred, you’ve trod on my patch!
AK47, Mac 10 or 11!
Drug money, criminal power. Street combat, after dark tactics!
Cold blooded violence, guns will be silenced!
As I swell with all my strength and hatred, I will bleed the streets of crime!
This is a turf war shadowed by nightfall


4. FULL CONTACT

Domination
This is where it ends
Onward to victory, there’s no defeat for me
One on one face your enemy
Onward to victory you can’t hide from me
I’ll take you down for the ground and pound
Going in for the clinch bringing you to your knees
You won’t survive, not ‘till I’ve broken your soul!
An aggressive attitude, anger never leaves my fucking ways


5. SIGNS OF A STRUGGLE

Fresh wounds, flesh wounds
New blood, young blood
Old scars, white walls
Kneecapping fuckers
Lying in the darkness, waiting in the shadows
Born of hell and fire, kill for my desire
All my killing actions
My sick mind saying violence
Leaves your chances blown
Imprint, an imprint of my will
Do you feel insane? I fucking feel the same
Signs of a struggle left within
The walls cave in
That’s right mother fucker, you’re the next in line
All your chances blown now, you’ve had your time
Oi mother fucker, you’re the next in line
All your chances blown now, you’ve had your time


6. TELEPHONE TOUGH GUY

Now you fucking listen, there’s too much to take
Got enough at stake, out of time
Answering the phone, gone too far
Too late bitch, live another day
Why? So you think you’re a toughguy
I will destroy, taking a life
Pick up the line, straight from the Bronx
You will never, ever bring what you said
Pulling your false belief strings
You’re a hypocrite now
You’ve drawn the last straw
There’s only so much to take
You’ve drawn the last straw
Straight through the back of the…
One on one - Fists
Two on one - Knives
Three on one - Guns
This is how I fight
Combat is coming your way
Conflict begins reaching down
Now conflict begins reaching down