The word is mightier than the sword
And my serve is tightier than yours
Like year in St. Louis, ya whole flow
I fear I sank through it
It all became clear
Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, yeah!
The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur
Swung with the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, there
There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow
It appears I sank to it
My swing, it couldn't be seen
I apply some paint to it, the invisible man
Wrapped in bandages, in critical, CLEAR!