(Intro — Ignorant Stomp-Call)
Clear the floor…
NOBODY’S SAFE IN THIS FUCKING PLACE.
If you can’t hang alone—
STAY THE FUCK OUT THE WAY.
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(Verse 1 — Straight Disrespect)
Crew kids talk tough but they ain’t built for collision,
All that fake backbone got zero precision.
You flex with a lineup, but crumble solo in the fray,
Talk about “holding down the scene” —
You can’t hold yourself in the sway.
When the pit cracks open and the fists start swingin’,
Your whole crew backs up while my boots keep bringin’.
You ain’t “ride or die”—
You’re “hide and try.”
One-on-one in the pit?
You get launched into the sky.
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(CROWD-KILL SLAM 1 — Pure Ignorance)
WALL TO WALL —
CLEAR THE SPACE.
If you’re scared of the pit,
GET OUT OF MY FACE.
THIS IS CROWD-KILL ENERGY.
You step in wrong? That’s YOUR mistake—
NOTHING here is friendly.
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(Chorus — Pit Riot Chant)
One-on-one you don’t swing,
One-on-one you don’t stand,
You need your whole crew
Just to lift up your hands.
This is pit warfare—
This is stomp-season rage,
Crew kids fall apart
When it’s solo on the stage.
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(Verse 2 — More Ignorant, More Taunting)
You shout “HARDCORE PRIDE” from the back of the line,
But the pit don’t care ‘bout your crew’s design.
You freeze when the beat drops,
You tremble at the sound—
Beatdown’s in my blood,
You just like bein’ around.
I’m spinnin’, stompin’, swingin’ wide with intent,
Your crew forms a circle like it’s some kind of event.
But when it’s YOU versus ME
In a floor-wide brawl—
You hit the edge hard and you don’t come back at all.
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(CROWD-KILL SLAM 2 — Nuclear Ignorance)
STEP.
UP.
ALONE.
Or don’t step at all.
I RUN THE PIT.
You run your mouth—
RIGHT BEFORE YOU FALL.
THIS IS THAT CROWD-KILL STYLE—
THE KIND THAT MAKES YOU MOVE.
If you can’t hang one-on-one?
GET SWEPT OUT OF THE GROOVE.
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(Final Breakdown — Ultimate Stomp Anthem)
No crew to save you—
Just the rhythm and the blows.
The pit gains a victim
Every time the tempo slows.
Stand like a fighter—
Or leave like a fraud.
WELCOME TO THE PIT.
WELCOME TO THE MAW.
ONE-ON-ONE?
YOU’RE DONE.