Captain of my ship, When I'm on the mike,
Clocks went back, but I shines a light
With my lyrics I exhibit a fierce kind of might
My pen v your sword if you want to fight
Poetical like sleight of hand
No trite words 'cos my shit ain't bland
Prick your ears up right so you understand
You can't test me 'cos I'm the man.
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