Face the Clan

My flow is brutal like Cannibal Corse's "Vile" Blessed for the quest, looking for the best style You're dressed to impress, you pest, I'm dressed to decimate Fireball, we bomb them all like "Pure Hate" Too late – we're banging right on your door Your bodies hit the floor Told you before Won by knockout, you know the score Again and again One spray can, one microphone and one pen Bear with the iron hand, it's all planned I strike the mic and you face the clan You know how we go – we're waving the black flag I give you two red pills – it's a reality check You best protect ya neck, comin' correct Full speed ahead, run you over, never looking back Too late – we're banging right on your door Your bodies hit the floor Told you before Won by knockout, you know the score Again and again One spray can, one microphone and one pen Bear with the iron hand, it's all planned I strike the mic and you face the clan Here is something you can't understand Bear Clan can stomp a man I come from Siberian slum, son, you're done You and what army? Disarm you, you'd better run I'm from the Killa Killa Hill, we're the real deal I'm licensed to ill, son, you got to chill You are trained gorillas, no will, you just steal We're the train yard guerrillas with a license to kill the steel Too late – we're banging right on your door Your bodies hit the floor Told you before Won by knockout, you know the real score

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 14, 2026