This is a test…

A test of your poetry broadcasting system…

Follow my direction

For your own protection

For as we are under attack

From a beast of the unknown

Here for nothing else, but to kill the king

But I will NOT be dethroned

We must be on guard, and bring all our creativity

As this beast attacks with no exclusivity

Hold the line and be ready to react

Cause it’s inevitable that he will attack…

I hope you’re ready…

Cause here he comes…

**I come with power Holyfield **

**But swift like Tyson**

**And swoon you Bryson**

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**Tiller..**

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**This is bigger than the thrilla in Manila **

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**I bob and weave,**

**Stealin on you like a Den of Thieves **

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**I got hard at this**

**Like an erection pill**

**But still…**

_Whew… that was tough_

_But we still standing_

_That wasn’t enough.._

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_My turn…_

**_Your weak attacks lacks the proper structure

To muster the power to even begin to devour

an ounce of my strength

But I already see you will go to any lengths

To match my stamina.. amateur

How can you even think to capture a man of my stature

I hope you catching these crumbs that I’m dropping

And be like Anita…. A Baker..

Cause you already Caught up in the rapture

This time I’ll let off the hook, just before I begin to cook

But look, only this once, now turn ya tail a book..

I already see you’re shook, by that spaced out look

Your claim to the kingdom just got overthrown by my rook_**

-CLIFF