Special class

Hey wow wow yeah
Hey wow wow yeah
Let’s do it you against us
Hey wow wow yeah
Let’s do it you against us
Hey wow wow yeah

Young, wild, hungry and enraged --
No one’s waiting for you and no one’s gonna shout out “come home”
Willpower. To defend your turf
Not feeling the cold, not feeling the hunger


The battle for the street throne will reveal what you’re made of
Gonna show who’s on top and who’s bound to flop
Streets are barred out, there are third class people
Masters of crude sport


If legends came to pay you a visit at your court
Each blow will be a straight-on shot
They imposed the tempo, they set the tone
Tarmac and concrete dictate the laws here
To fall back or to charge forward?
You’re breakable and unbreakable
Lad, we’re on it till the street lights are off --
Got swept down, stood up, punch!