escapism. - breakcore, instrumental

de breakcore girl

Yo, gather 'round, I got a tale to tell
'Bout an army talkin' big, but they ain't done so well
They call themselves the Never Beaten Crew
But truth be told, they just paintin' it blue
They strut through the streets with their heads held high
But when it comes to real fights, they're just passin' by
They claim they're legends, champions of the land
But their battles are just fights with their own hand

Never beaten, they like to boast
But their record's a joke, just a sorry ghost
Marchin' through towns, actin' so bold
But in the face of real foes, they fold
Never beaten, they like to boast
But their record's a joke, just a sorry ghost
Marchin' through towns, actin' so bold
But in the face of real foes, they fold

They wave their flags, singin' songs of pride
But in their own backyard, they ain't got no stride
They'll march for miles, but never leave home
Just fightin' their own folks, never to roam
They've never faced armies, never heard the clash
Just a bunch of wannabes, talkin' trash
So here's to the "Never Beaten Crew"
Maybe one day, they'll find somethin' true

They prance around town with their fake bravado
But when it comes to real war, they're just a shadow
Claimin' they're tough, but they ain't got the spine
Only thing they conquer is their own damn wine
They're the kings of their block, rulers of the street
But in the realm of warriors, they're just deadbeat
So let 'em boast and let 'em crow
But when the real fight comes, they'll be the first to go