Hostile is what I live for

We need those kits

We need that face

We need that distortion

Heart style is my life

Now jump

It all started in the past

Distorted kicks in destroyed baselands

Where the results of dj's playing too frickin loud

These vibes brought us together though

And they kept us shinlighting

Hard style is a language that doesn't speak simple words

Some languages that's spoken and understood by those

If you understand the vibe of heart 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

Hard style is my life

Day by day we wait for the weekend

Whenever and wherever we listen to the music

We cannot live without it

And we need those kicks

We need that bass on we need

Leave the streets and we need to discuss

But most of all we need that fucking drop