Hostile is what I live for

We need those kicks

We need that

Bass

We need that distortion

Heart style is my life

Now drop

It all started in the past

Distorted kicks and distorted baselines

Where the results of dj's playing too fricking loud

The survives brought us together though

And they kept us united

Hard style is a language that doesn't speak

Simple words

It's a language that's spoken and understood by those

If you understand the vibe of hard stuff

You see once it gets into your blood

It lives there until you die

The party starts at home and work in the car

Wherever I am

I can't think of anything else

Hostile is what I live for

Hostile is my life

Play by day we wait for the weekend

Whenever and wherever we listen to the music

We cannot live without it

And we need those kits

We need that bass on

We need the streets and we need the displacement

And most of all we need that sick and drop

They will never take away my hard music