Inside in the emptiness abyss of myself. Let me show you in my view through my eyes on how I see battles go...

Walking my way to the stage for an emcee battle, the scene changes into a bloodbath battlefield....

-So begins tha war of words, my action is my word
Each letter cuts into my enemies hearts as a sword-

-A stroke of a key is my attack played in offense
At tha same time it counters and blocks as defense-

-It could be Excalibur in a form of a microphone
Tru power shown as it rises from tha scared stone-

-There's no allies dat aid, only rivals~dat~teach
They are a jester preist at carnivals~dat~preach-

-Body burns its hunger a grieving pain~from~inside
Tha mind echoes blood, emcees get slain~for~pride-

On the stage I see my opponent ready, then it transfers into an arena where deceased souls lay...

-Precise to explode when set off, destiny's clock went go
A time bomb ticking on tha final seconds of life to blow-

-Death draws more near than unsaved heartattack patients
Life goes on impulse showin extinction has no patience-

-Top level tha last steps taken where others have fallen
Intentions is a Midas Touch for eternity to stay golden-

-Stay on top as been said before there is no stand still
Only two choices in dis be killed or be tha one to kill-

-No turning back wat passed is past let presence be felt
Only seconds for assassination deliver death in stealth-

Reaching out for the microphone a sweat drops, suddenly there I was
wielding my double-edged sword...

-Surge forward adrenaline rushes for a swift~quick~strike
Vampire search for a final victim in tha drift~quick~night-

-No oppositions can be sparred or saved in battle~of~war
Snakes strike wit no hesitation sound of rattle~of~a~scar-

-A Phantom of tha opera hauntin down anyone in~tha~stage
Tha incredible Hulk battlin berserk eternally been~a~rage-

-Decisive contemplations harmonize preparin~to~annihilate
Tha natural disaster set path wit out carin~to~obliterate-

-Destination set no return attackin as a~suicidal~plane
Carnage breakin loose die as a martyr its tha~final~gain-

Grasping my life on the microphone it is my weapon of choice. Breathing heavy my time shall soon start...

Merely simple thoughts that flow inside. Defeat or victory, there is no regret only the advantage of declaring I delivered my all. So it begins...