I made Preparations for battle, laying out my lyrical armor ..
A”sharp” tongue cutting deep, I practice with it like a lyric katana ..
composed gotta make sure my reflex is up to par ..
My Flow,bounce off the floor, my feet rest and set up the bar ..
more pain in my ‘voice’ than “you’ll ever see on a scar..”
type of pain ‘destroys’ I pray “you never feel in your heart…”
I started at the bottom of the barrel with some regular “bars..”
Had to -heat treat it-, and stay on my grind till “it got sharp..”
blew out the candles I used to “pray to my god…”
deep inhale, exhale (wooopphhh) the “room got dark.”.
-Preparations for the battle, i lay out my lyrical armor..-
I Balance my ying & yang, leveled “spiritual karma…”
as I walk to the battle field, “confidence in my step.”.
Heart of a lion pumping as “long as it’s in my chest..”
Now I’m taking my stance “one hand holding the weap…”.
Timing the rhythm of his heart that “I hear over his breathe…”
-Time slows-, ‘eyes close,’ thick tension rub “my clothes”
I feel buzzed but this battle -space suits me,- “guess I’m light years over the rest..”
-Relief!- from the summer -breeze,- “head quite soaked in sweat..
Watching my opponents -moves- reading him like the room.”.
-Soon- as he fucking -move- this blade gone go right -through’em.-.
I know what I want to “try to say,” I know where I want to “try to aim”…
-Slash slash slash- i pierced flesh and got “deep in soul”..
“Damn that’s fast,” Diss “connected” his spirit body now “free to go.”
-Preparations for “ battle I laid out my miracle armor…-“
His “expiration” “battle played out like spiritual karma.”
Slides mic into its mic sheath ��