This is about a battle between 2 people, read to see wat i mean
Can see the very essence of a man, when a weapon's in his hand
How firm's his grip shows the basic premise of his plan
Envisioned death in his iris from the look in his eye
Dude's grilling me like, "What, you really looking to die?"
The tightened clench 'round the handle had clued me in
My theory is this, his seriousness would soon begin
A rhyme 'bout his lazy eye made this scrub kid hate me
Pulling a gat out on stage, he don't care for public safety
Especially not mine, murder was probably the intent
Till I decided to breakdown the pyschology of the event
Beneath the rage lies a hint of hesitation I guess
Instead of awaiting a battle the crowd's now awaiting my death
Waving wildly at everyone screaming some sick stuff precise
the time I was quick to go and pick up the mic
Discreetly, he didn't see me as I hid it behind my back
I'm enthused cuz he's confused, it sorta signifies the act
The strength of my words gave him that screwface in the first place
I'm controlling his emotions, 'bout to stick him in a worse place
Spittin' where it hurts, still battling this guy with gats
In raps I ask, "How you gonna hit me with an eye like that?
Being critical of your physical, body language looks awfully anguished
You too smart or too dumb to shoot but end up oftly vanquished"
Went silent for a moment, allowin him to react to that
Noticin a vulnerable look, so I'll keep on attackin' that
"Getting glossy eyed and shaky, check out this punk ass fugazi
I'd sign you but come on...what have you done for me lately
Raised such a gangsta rapper, how bad your mother must feel
Knowing you going to jail for life, trying to show his brothers what's real"
Sensed his rage start waning, I think logic's taking over
Wait, he's lowering his gun...seems that all this may be over
"What's that? You want the mic?" I toss it across to him
{Crazy Guy Speaks}
"Wow it's dead quiet in here. For words, I'm at a loss too and
I want to apologize, I'm really just a coward with heat
Lyrical rhymed me down to a sour defeat with the power of speech"
The pen's mightier than the sword, I'm excited it's 'bout done
And I thought, in this case, the mic's mightier than the gun
{Done talkin}
I turn to the crowd in triumph, proud that I got him off me
(POP)Searing pain, I can't believe it...that mother fucker shot me
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