The Armored Vehicle
The units are visible
Crossing through the area
The one in charge here
Never abandons us
A convoy in black
With tinted windows
Watching the territory
We feel safe
Pink powder on the table
And the wash ready
To keep us awake
And not lose sight of our surroundings
Chest plate adjusted
And helmet in place
Marking the line
From the beginning
The radio never stops
Reporting news
Circulating steadily
Throughout the city
A joint
To warm up
Driving in the clouds
Losing the fear
The Super on the hip
With a silver grip
Anyone who gets in our way
Gets killed
Respect for the system
And the hierarchy
Working hard
Night and day
The bales of white
Move with class
Nobody says anything
When the boss passes by
The beast is loose
And people are awake
Don't look for trouble
With the line open
Cooking the Success
In one-kilo blocks
Zero tolerance
We keep the thread
With the Sector's seal
Well engraved
A war team
Very well prepared
We continue patrolling
Nothing new
Loyalty is our
Only truth
A salute to the boss
Who gives confidence
Here the scales
Always tip in our favor
Sector SCAR
Patrols the way
Forging by hand
Our destiny
Tomorrow we begin
A new story
Seeking respect
And also glory
And may the harvest continue
Old man
Pure quality
The kind we export
And pure Sector SCAR
Pure FN SCAR