Thoughts racing, Battles of others throwing jeers
Fear of Losing, But he just wants to lose the fear
The time has come, puts the mic to his mouth,now
How all his thoughts jumbled, now organized sound
He speaks his word, to the rhythm, Loops and bass
All coming at once, says the best thing, then erased
His time is done, the crowd seems to have chosen
They are going wild, And the Host is approaching
To award the other man his award, He has rightly won
The battle is over, walked away in shame to his home
Inking his thoughts on trees, when loops come on
He is focused, alone, in the cold, and his fire sparked
Ideas written to be memorized, recital just to start
The Night was Just right he fixed his words from fights
He speaks steadily, revealing rhythm of His Open Mic
Thoughts relating to what happened earlier that day
Confusion and Nervous Energy all in That single Fray
He recites with more feeling, The crowd listens close
He can't miss a step, For his feet are implanted in earth
Finally his words ended, the Crowd stands to the ovation
Fuck slayin, The topics of his words are forever stayin
He's prayin...on the way home to discover this Gift...
He arrived, and he got out paper...And He has wrote this.

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!