Another chapter in the Dojo of the Flow...
Sparring
I roll like a bat out of hell; foes get trapped in the well
Enchanted, slapped with a spell from this acapell
And i'm just laughing, hell, just staying creative
Expanding my play list with marvellous stage scripts
On some outer space shit, twisting a tounge
Make a copycat feel like i took a piss in his lungs
Slipping your funds, stealing everything under the sun
That's a Mersey mentality; a hurting fatality
Watch me throw punches; spar with invisible ninja's
6 feet is cooler than a million winters
I got the sickness, a contagious disease to spit with
Hip-hop's a glass slipper, here's the foot it fits with
**kicks bag**
I'm no Prince Charming, more like Prince Alarming
Bringing the harm in, breaking bags when sparring
Throwing curses, throwing hex, loading up and blowing tech
-niques, and in his Dojo i've got to hold respect
**bag breaks**