my brain melts and nervous system begins to freeze
the world slowly evaporates around me and begins to leave
my hands move and the wind hits my face bringing me back
the beatbox drops and i relies that im back but on attack
i open my mouth and words fall out onto the pavement
with every breath i take they lift off to slighty change it
i shorten my lines to take shorter breaths
my mind runs dry of words as i hit the depths
my flow stalls sweat drips slowly down my cheek
time stops around me as the outcome starts looking bleak
my brain fires up again and words start churning out
i shake it off and take back what i was talking about
i hit the zone and my rhyme's hit that certain place
where elevation is not needed only you opponents face.
i go through the motions...left hook...right jab and uppercut
throwing punches blindly thought they connect and turn it up
im amped the only thing that exists is me and my words
i slow my flow and stop it on a single word.
the beatbox drops off and all is silent.
i wana keep going fuck the beatbox i dont need to ride it.
i drop my jaw retract my tounge and spit one last sentence.
my minds talking so much i cant even expell words into exsitence
yet the last few words get pushed and sound correct.
as i inspect the these words that left him wrecked
i turn to leave and relies that will do for now
cause this is what happens when i begin to throw it down
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