You took my baby, my block and corrupted my hood/Imma do it for my hometown we up in the store/I see laboratories, chemicals and shit/They cookin’ right here on the block I’m throwin’ a fit
from Dogs of War lyrics by Ghostface Killah
After a brief soul laden intermission, tony stark returns wielding his hand of solid granite. The apocalyptic beat rolls over bodies like maximum overdrive, which offers a appropriately grimy frame to the merciless lyrics. The intentions are clear and no one is safe, a bumrush with noble intent.
