Written Rap #2 Poem by Aziz Akrish

Again you come back with arrogance, I will degrade you another time, get ready for a crime, you will be verbally demolished big time, with rhymes that are fine as wine, from the king of poetry and balladry, Orb the mighty Orb, Oh wait I have a vision,
You are being destroyed by words of precision, stop again, the prophecy became true, you have been annihilated too, after being dominated, you won't have a chance at winning, It is obligated, I think you are intoxicated, Boom Boom, it is death calling, now stop forestalling.