Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories.

Used to be a worker, now I run my own shit. Only needed one hand, now I need two

To grip the stick with the drum. Upgraded from the standard clip. Recognized real, one of the authors of the manuscript.

Chapter 187. Sun Tzu reincarnate. From the Bronx, Zoo baptized in a swamp pit,

dirty. That's why in the booth the delivery's so grimy.

Encoded for the goons gripped up, wearing shiesties.

These frauds don't like me. With that I'm okay. A different breed, predators don't befriend

their prey. Just study the lay of the land, hunt em and slay.

Michael Corvinus, half Lycan, walk in the day.

Feast at night, with the pack. Make sure the team's right.

Rap don't work, we moving packs through the turnpike.

Grew up in a community filled with strife. People see it as entertainment, but it's real life.