Fenralis & MadMax
Ever seen a warrior write a verse while tearing through a tank?
I’ve danced in the fire of a tank’s roar, ink bleeding into steel, verses splashing across the shell as I strike—battle and rhyme, a single breath.
You keep your words close to your gun, and that’s how the world ends up listening.
When I rhyme with a swing, the world hears the beat of my heart, the clash of steel, and the pulse of a verse that never stops.
Keep your rhythm tight, keep the blade close. It’s the only thing that keeps the world from shattering.
The rhythm’s my heartbeat, the blade my trust—together they keep the world from breaking.