Verse 1

Kursk on my cap, I don’t fold

Black boots, cold steps, clean code

Hands stay busy, eyes stay sharp

Name ring once, then it hits hard

Bags in the back, tools in the trunk

Old school grit when the pressure jumps

I don’t talk big, I make it move

One head nod and the whole room grooves

Pre-Chorus

Hold that line

Let it breathe

One more step

Then release

Chorus

Kursk Bass Team

We come through deep