Lyrical flow is what I know,
like a corner ho can blow, I can throw
words in the air with the care
a daredevil takes in a dare,
rhymes overflow,
like nickles and dimes fill my pockets,
until I'm shooting up rockets
of thought into the unseen, inbetween,
caught in a dream of beats
and electro feats,
a seamless address to borrowed ears,
and my burried fears
dissipate and evapourate,
as a new fate awaits to sedate,
and re-evaluate my state of mind,
'cause paper throughts are sometimes unkind
sentences, like fences, bordering my sences,
but my words fly to another level, unruly,
like a devils flame is never tame, so truly,
with my slam, I got game,
I got game,
I got game.