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A tank is an armoured fighting vehicle designed for front-line combat, with heavy firepower, strong armour, tracks and a powerful engine providing good battlefield maneuverability. The first tanks were designed to overcome the deadlock of trench warfare in the 1910s; they are a mainstay of modern ground forces and a key part of combined arms combat. Modern tanks are versatile mobile land weapon system platforms, mounting a large-calibre cannon in a rotating gun turret, supplemented by mounted machine guns or other weapons. They combine this with heavy vehicle armour which provides protection for the crew, the vehicle's weapons, and its propulsion systems, and operational mobility, due to its use of tracks rather than wheels, which allows the tank to move over… more »

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Now that I've laid out my horror stories
Time to cook like Dexter in laboratories
When my pen presses paper it gets black and gory
More heat than summer on Mercury
I'm an Aspie, skiin' on these beats like it's Asp(i)en
Seein' all these has-beens feedin' off they past scenes
On the left I'm passing, speeding up I'm gassing
Fattened up no fasting skills I've been amassing
Outlasting 'cause I got perseverance
Part of my condition wishin' for no other settlements
Impediments? Tons but got a lyrical gun
They say there's savants on the spectrum, s'pose I'm the rappin' one
Racking up all my blemishes and greet 'em with my steel
Stacking doves, a perfectionist critiquing with some zeal
Every squeal, every sound that he pounds into his raps
Never captured sarcasm, rest assured I'll never cap
Y'all starvin', I'm carvin'
Goin' ape shit like I'm Tarzan (Ooh ooh)
Gotcha trippin' out like a bar of Xan
Autistic artist but the hardest
Yeah I'm a corny motherfucker turnin' all of y'all to huskers
Hear my musket blowin' thumpins like trumpets when I pump it
Now you're stumpin', dumbfounded how I rounded out this turn
Burn, baby, burn my diss goes internal
Earns though, 'cause I'm churnin' out the sugar
Cane herder, game murdered by this pasty ink server
Fervor unmatched, put my soul in every act
Murmur's in my mind's back turnin' out some fire tracks
Rhymes glisten, I'm a glass worker
Y'all can eat this ass burger
Gross
But not as nasty as these flows
Got no hoes, lotta bros and a penchant for some prose
Itchin' at your nose, bitch my kitchen never close
Now I know that r-card has bad connotations
But I'm celebratin' my social retadations
Face it, you're all lookin' up at my heels
Book K-dot, 2:11, bitch I'll always keep it Real
Y'all starvin', I'm carvin'
Goin' ape shit like I'm Tarzan (Ooh ooh)
Gotcha trippin' out like a bar of Xan
Autistic artist but the hardest

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