Like a sly fox I am compelled to shadow box my mentals
Sometimes laugh & mock contenders with credentials
that are not up to par , but Siriusly ...
I spar with Spartans like Greco-Roman reptiles
in the Garden west of Eden
While bleedin' my Ego is retreatin'
from the pummeling of this Sun- ripened pugilist
Cassius Clay conscious , never knew to this
pay per view event , the soul is the currency to be spent
in this arena . A Buddha-posture , poker faced demeanor
with a fierce esoteric jab , hits like a meth lab's potency of truth
Superman out da booth says my triple strand DNA
promotin' positve vibrations like Robert Nester used to say
could you be love ?
Me , myself ... I have more than an adequate amount
It is the reason of why my opponent , as we speak
is looking up at the Ref recieving the eight count
The barbarity in this case is of a necessary evil
I had to knock out my Gollum
In order to champion the cause of my Smeagle