I smell corpses. Limp MC carcasses left and right. Smoldering microphones and burning booths. Beat bomb residue on buildings. This is molotov music!
L.O.C.K. is a problem. He's an infidel rebelling against those who believe in weak rhymes and pop disguised as Hip-Hop over techno beats. He's armed to the teeth with weaponry and skilled beyond human norms. MCs would be "Krazy" to test him. Get ready...
