Like a prize fighter and a heavy bag
Your words spit like left and right hooks
A look in your eye like you’ve got something to prove
You don’t ask, baby you demand
Your words cut and stab
Like a fencer, you dart and weave
Your verbs are sharp and your adjectives so spry
Your pen is a rapier, your pencil a saber: these words are lethal
A marker in your hand is like a finger on a trigger
Your rhymes are more accurate than a pistol in a sharpshooter’s right hand
Focused, calm, calculated and clear
Your sight is precise; your aim is deadly
Like a martial arts master, you’re trained to fight
Every line, every sentence every word is a knock out
Suspense is like a chokehold; I’m gasping for air
Black belts don’t hit this hard
If you can kill with your words and send me into submission on stage
If your poetry is like lethal weapons springing off your tongue
Then how come when it’s just us I feel like you’re talking to yourself?
Just shadowboxing in an empty ring…
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