The day the microphone died, The emcee lost his breath/

Heart stopped, Kidney failed, sudden death/

Everyone thought he dropped off, lost his step/

Everyone hated on him banished, no more rep/

No respect, haters put out they neck to wreck a man's confidence a constant threat/

Feel the sweat drippin off your forehead as you think to say whats hot/

But you stop look at the ceiling in a state of writer's block/

On the dock on the marina you contemplate suicide/

In your mind your cerebrum fills you with thoughts of homicide/

Grab the knife end your life or his/

Big descision here,better be positive/

Before you write you come back to reality, this line is tight/

Plans in sight of a dropped bomb place your opponents in a state of fright/

Similies say you feelin me, adjectives punches negative, become positive about the streets where our children live/

Violence and constant silence why do we let our streets go to all this wildness/

Everyone wants to be a hero sayin they have guns/

But in reality they at Burger King servin cinna-buns/

Hiding behind their computers with words and curses/

Spittin keystyles that threaten in constant verses/

Stealin purses and shootin peeps/

You have no idea what really goes on in our streets/

You hear the News 11 o clock before you snooze, you assume there is no doom headed for you but in reality could be in your room/

Burglaries, Larcenous theres no playing a professional con artist/

At his game he'll fuck your brain steal your cash act fast, you have to catch him or in the race of life you'll end up last/

This is short today aimed at nobody jus a freestyle verse dispersed to the open mic aimed to excite so please dont bite,/

This is just childs play like chuck, cause i dont give a fuck, What you think, like I said I'm a rare breed of emcee thats extinct/

Atetrack, Meta 5, Saladin, KnightShade I respect and read/

Their styles helped me Flyweight from New to RB/

I thank alot dont think I forgot/

I'm still fighting my way to the top/

So much respect out of character to everyone who spits/

Cause the day the microphone dies I hope it takes us all with/

It to rest we know we passed the test, Cause here in RB all of us are the best/

We're elite thats how we critique and thats why every flow archived a masterpiece/

Thanks alldig for this site you made, Battles played out story format in the game of flows, This site is a ill fated secret everybody knows/

Thank you