:: Hook ::
We fight we live, when we rhyme we sick
U n your partner, get mardered, everytime we spit
We violently grip, a mic in each fist
If u bite these kids, your neck might be slit

:: Reign Storm ::
Leavin' body's blasted, I'll make your name past-tense
Your men never knowin' what's behind your closed-casket
Throw Hatchets, and dull battle-axes
Take 20 hits to your neck, just to crack-it
I'm a heartless bastard, my blood is stale
But I keep my origin so my skin ain't pale
Like Memorex, you can find me burnin' tracks
You took one step forward, and two steps back
War drums start-to-roll, I flow with a hardened-core
Illuminatin' like Sun Tzu as I display the art-of-war
Never fight on your foe's terms, blast a shot-to-bruise
You wanna stage a battle, then I'd need to be taught-to-lose
The Fist of the North Star, never fail to bring a raw-show
You want proof of your defeat, read the fuckin' Cosmos

:: Hook ::
We fight we live, when we rhyme we sick
U n your partner, get mardered, everytime we spit
We violently grip, a mic in each fist
If u bite these kids, your neck might be slit

:: Verbal Abuse ::
my agression is transperent through my actions, punches packin...no relaxin.
you think your sumthin? ill brake this fag in, knuckles compact in a place worth attackin.
your mentally at risk as your lungs collapsin, feet loose traction...apperantly your death's attraction.
facial features reconfigured...no chance of survival.
blood exchange has emptied cycle, no revival.
not just...not rightful, despite all who cry, you die in mute...sounds so delightful.
combat with rivals, the satanics idol.
keep beef quick and lipid, heres the mic...its your chance to rip it.
inner hate is held conflicted, sit there timid...mics in your face, just grip it.
sick and twisted, dont bitch to lip it.
blank stares builds fear up in em, wont hurt to test the limit.
times up...had your chance, your lost your fans.
just look, at empty stands.
if you got regrets look back at hand, phobias got this man.
articles got your pic, your news is grand.
the stage will have you banned, not one punch could land.
catch a case, outsides your struggle.
bitches scream, fuck hands get me a muzzle.
...your look is puzzled, dont expect to escape so suddle.
fret that im your trouble, wack beef gets your punishment doubled.
some'll be settled with a punch, and a kick to the rubble.
my styles worse to juggle...good luck when my hands grip shovles.
beat uddles of sensless murder...til your skulls a puddle...

:: Hook ::
We fight we live, when we rhyme we sick
U n your partner, get mardered, everytime we spit
We violently grip, a mic in each fist
If u bite these kids, your neck might be slit

:: Country ::
I'm never backin-down, I'll knock a fuckin faggot-out
Have u like damn, why's this man, always actin-foul
Take your boy gag-his-mouth, beat his kids gas-his-house
Swing tha fifth crack-his-scalp, see this bitch? What raps-about
I'm the king pass-tha-crown, ain't shit sweet I'm savage-now
Shit my streets drug addict-bound, flippin weed n mass-amounts
U can smell it states away like bassett-hounds, I've flagged-this-town
Even my tracks-get-drowned, when I spit-my-flow
I'll get-my-dough, whether u with or against-my-zone
Bitch u better live-life-slow, or this-might-grow, ta where u get-sliced-throats
Or your wind-pipe-closed, so u can't hit-high-notes
Y'all don't wanna see where this-might-go, Untouchables quick ta slip-by-foes
Shit my fists-tie-ropes, wrapped around your fuckin-necks
U've seen nothin-yet, from-tha-depth, arose your fuckin-death
Leave widows no husbands-left, bitin lyrics crushed-his-chest
All I touch-gets-blessed, Tha Untouchables n Verbal runs-this-best
Fuck-this-thread, if u talk shit then spittin blood-is-next
The illest up-in-text, are me n Storm really this rugged?.....YES

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