The Art Of War

I move with the grace of a Muay Thai master,
Elbows like blades, strike harder and faster.
Boxing in the ring, yeah, I've danced with the best,
Dodging every punch, put my skills to the test.
BJJ grips, chokehold on the mic,
Twisting your words, submitting you in a fight.
I wrestle with demons, in the gym and the booth,
Katana strikes first when I'm spitting the truth [powerful].
Every style I mastered, flows sharp as a sword,
On the battlefield of rap, I'll never be ignored.

I'll take you down with my fists or my rhymes,
Master of the craft, undefeated in time.
Whether on the mat or on this mic I slay,
Shadows of the dojo, where warriors train.
I'll take you down with my fists or my rhymes,
Master of the craft, undefeated in time.

Military mind, discipline in every breath,
Taught to survive in the face of death.
From the barracks to the dojo, my mission is clear,
The art of survival is why I'm standing here.
Muay Thai knees, BJJ squeeze,
On the mic or the streets, I do as I please.
Combat ready, from the warzone to the stage,
Every verse I spit is fueled by rage.
My training is deep, it's engraved in my veins,
So when I step to the mic, they can feel my pain.

Years of discipline, it's not just for show,
In every punch, every line, my true self will grow.
Master of the craft, in every art I stay,
Like shadows in the dojo, I'm here to slay.

I'll take you down with my fists or my rhymes,
Master of the craft, undefeated in time.
Whether on the mat or on this mic I slay,
Shadows of the dojo, where warriors train.
I'll take you down with my fists or my rhymes,
Master of the craft, undefeated in time.