Spit for Rank: The Natural Warrior [RANK IT!]

...Watch the visuals, Samurai swords slash your back while others throw rocks to get rid of you...
...I show 'guard' To 'block' The ridicule, veins displayed, muscles contract, we fighting to stop division rule...
...The sound of blades against shackles, I vow to shade the blood from this battle...
...A loud, renowned voice-raised cackle, I charge and knock him out, he hit the ground from a profane arm tackle...
...One raised fist completes my stature, ain't no gunplay to compete and cause body fractures...
...My elite team of armed, godly rackers, we toss the hex, brand the cross on your neck and release all the raptors...
...Ancient spears exposed, facepaint and a darker, black fear imposed...
...The art of war, enemy foes can get fold, A warrior-king invincible, whose armor blanket, Harder than metallic gear composed...
...Lightning strikes the gravel, Windz pick up and suddenly smite the chapel...
...Rain and thunder excite the battle, All the weapons were dropped, cept one whose grip was tight and natural...
...He was engulfed from the tears of a haven, and his palms were the gears to slay men...
...Takes his stance, and ambushes the fear that portrayed them...
...The opposition chose not to defend, switches his fighting composition inflicting shocks in their head...
The natural king's fist depicting a box for their death...
...Raging with anger, picks his sword and begins swinging, bracing for a counter...
...His heart racing with power, while chasing the hour, he's taking the world and making it ours...