got enough energy
for my enemy today
my enemy better
stay out the way got
a sword in the sheath
if it cut its gone bleed
if it bleed its gone die
I'm gone dance it's
the pride that I feel
I'm wielding the steel
like propellers
spinning rotors on a
helicopter decapitate
a body like high
explosives sprayed
from a chopper got
a writers demeanor
the pen is mightier
than a spoken word
etched in stone like
marks on a curve
too anxious to calm
my nerves still not
nervous worried for
nothing all up in these
feelings for something
ain't about to put
these guards down
long as I'm standing
in th ring these dukes
gone be up to swing
good enough to up
the mark I'm up to
scratch cause I'm up
to snuff all enemies out
fast or slow that
wind gone blow