Originally Posted by Shadows edge

(Sorry it took so long, had to take a piss.)

This battle gonna be a disaster, a week still picking the last piece up
Of 420’s broken rap… he got a nice life but the lease up
Shadow cocks the lyrical gun, bout to release, wasup
I bring it to the end, never cease or let up

DP ain’t even worth my rhythmical ammunition
His tired ass shit won’t deflect my mission
The destruction of the poet thug wanna be tradition
Rhyming so fast, DP be gassed, yo check your emission

Can’t face reality so he took the blue pill
Turn the face away as my lyrics flow and spill
Over his broken, bruised body, have you had your fill?
I battle you now just for the thrill o’ da kill

Emerge from the shadow, lyrical blade edge
Scared to face me but you don’t jump from the ledge
And with each cut, you bleed from the incision
Every verse making you regret the decision
This be the last time you battle, me or any other MC
Cuz the body of your rap is hung in town square for all to see