Descendent of War

[the Draç]

In what we do, for me and my crew.

Igloo, then stick, a little like glue.

Ignite, we run, we rule, we reign.

It isn't for fame, but my face is in a frame.

Using silly riddles to the point, that it's lame.

Understanding the fact, I live, I rap.

Fighting for my life with eyes like a cat.

Then from Prince to Toad, we continue to grow.

Aligning the load, we exchange for gold.

To and fro, for our mind's sake.

Our enemies die slow, they're stuck on a stake.

Lay low, from them, they lie and then go.

Always and forever, we reach, then tell what's told.