Iam A Self Made Machine

Iam a self made machine,
spitting rhymes,
like an a.t.m machine spilling rands,
when iam flowing,
my enemies feel the rumble,
and start crowing and crawling,
out of my space as if walls want to crumble,

iam a self made machine,
spitting verbs to make verses,
when i rhyme,i flow like fuel out of the jerry cane,
when i rise and shout you fall and crumble like the walls of Jericho,