Face the Clan - Siberian Meat Grinder

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