1 Mann Armee

Explosions when I come
Riding in with the mic
Biter bombs armed with cannons
Created in catacombs
Elite unit that writes rhymes in the depths
Ready for any war
Distributing beats and tearing down weak castles
The best fighters pale next to the master of all classes
You push a tough act but your styles are crap
And you have nothing going on
You losers will be busted and get a sharp tongue lashing
Until you choke and shit yourselves
Tank raps until you punks die
And hide in fear
Don't understand the plan because the moves are hidden until the end
I smack wack MCs, spit out the rhymes
While I shoot, you're ducking and defeated
I'll give it to you rough until you're just staring and silenced
You sissies talk big but your weak beats and flows are lazy
I don't give a damn about your tracks
And if I do, they're weak or just empty
And now tell me about hip hop, you wannabes
I'll crush you with pure skills
Like a one man army.