Tossing Tomatoes At Your Hardcore Heroes / How It Was Intended Songtext
von Darkside NYC

I′m not here to impress a bunch of fucking weirdos
Too busy tossing tomatoes at your hardcore heroes
It's been a long time... you shouldn′t have left us
With just one demo and expect us
To ignore the years of wackness-your track record's garbage
Still living off the past, I laugh how these dudes pay homage
One big fake-ass nostalgia trip
But no one that was even there is still around to care

Don't think for a minute we′re gonna let you forget
That sellout attempt you leave off your discography lists
Don′t try to pretend that it doesn't exist
The industry came calling-you thought you were hot shit


Saw your first 7" on the wall; the price? A Jackson and a Grant
I try to think of one reason to care-I′m at a loss; I fucking can't

HOW IT WAS INTENDED

I′ve said my piece and now you're offended
Let me tell you sensitive muthafuckaz just how it was intended
Not taking it back, or apologizing for shit
Your ruffled feathers don′t concern me a bit

Back in the day, there was free expression-open minds
But if everyone just toes the line, it's a fucking waste of time
Since all you ever do is copy whoever preceded you
Eventually your fans will figure it out and wonder why they ever needed you

You hear that sound? It's a circular saw
I want someone to tell me that "it ain′t hardcore"
Since when did this music become the most conformist...
And a magnet for the egos that are most enormous