The streets ablaze, 14 streaks, torch the urban scene, meet your untimely defeat
Twin guns blasting, sound barrier broken, word, bond, spoken, ripn torque curve destroying
Looking to feed, the beast inside, busa's retreat, litre bikes bust and hide
Nation call, battle howl, hunt for scalps, destroy them all

Cblast's Nation Patch upon his back, 45 loaded tank bag packed, step to him, clack, clack, clack
Smatlock's ride, black death he flies, rips the urban scene, death from your 6, deadly surprise
A ride so obscene, one clean black 14, reps his ride, Bobby914 owns the East Coast Scene
Nasty draws his Glock 9 mil, death he stalks, chambers a round, drops 5th he's gone

Nation crew, bad ass clan, scortch the scene, posses the land
Nation Band, warrior crew, drums call us to the war canoe
Destroy the scene, own the ride, suckas run, but they can't hide
Nation thread, calls of dred, woven brotherhood, and stand up men

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 10/14/2013 @ 3:33 PM *

Well hotttt dammmm Wolf! That's sickness rite there!

Just trying to get an anthem going. Thanks smat. It's a work in progress

When the clutch snaps out the predators begin a rapid creep,
Scorpions, wolves, dragons, eagles, vipers, raptors,
The full scorch burn leaves all inside their helmet tryin not to weep,
The war howl sounds as we grab all of third and slam fourth, we ain't takin no captors...

I love your anthem Wolf!
Blew my fuckin mind!
;)