The Battlefield Lyrically, I'm massively destructive. This is instinct, Not a product of instruction. You can't find it, if you have never had this. This was born in me, this poetic bliss. This high state of soul and mind; You can search for an eternity and never find. There isn't anything like this expertise of mine. On a scale of 1-10 I'm a fifty nine Just this stanza was hotter than every flow you wrote, combined. I'm not conceited, I'm merely confident. Don't try to best me, that's sure to leave u discontent. I promise you, I'm not just talking sh1t, Because I'ma back this up when it comes to it. I'm a calm person I don't seek conflict, At the same time, I'm no pacifist. If you come at me and raise a fist Dont think it's sweet-Expect to get hit. Same thing when it comes to writing. When a challenge arises, I'm never hiding. I'm standing right there on the frontlines- Poetically immortal- I can never die. Lyrical bullets quickly approach my Face but I'm oblivious, I'm shooting back my own Projectiles lyrically- I know that you fear me. Word after word after word- then you fall to my feet. It should have been easy logic for you to see-Your defeat. For it's destined that the strong and gifted- outlast the WEAK!