RAVEN CLAW

Boots hit the gravel, the shadows start scheming. Night vision green, the lasers beaming. Cobras in the grass, they hiss without reason. Breathing like a dragon, heart cold, no treason. Steel toe stomps in the rhythm's war cry. Smoke in the air, vultures circle the sky. Tank tracks grind, they chew through the dirt. Every buzz a landmine, explosions in the verse. Draw the battle lines, ain't no retreat. War drums pounding, death on repeat. Draw the battle lines, shadows move sleek. This the war chant, let the funk speak. Camouflage dreams, soldiers in the fog. Every move chess, not checkers on a log. Shrapnel thoughts, brain sharp as a blade. Through the chaos and the mud, legends get made. Sirens screaming, it's the devil's parade. Bullets hum tunes, it's the songs that we play. Every buzz a bunker reinforced with steel. Heavy artillery, the words make 'em kneel. Grenades in the cadence explode on impact. Bassline's a cannon, shells never retract. Marching with the tempo, no time for slack. Victory's the anthem, the funk on attack.