I'm spittin' with the venom   To your soul through flesh and denim   I kill every opponent with the message that I send 'em   And I leave 'em, with no heart-beatin', the lungs breathin'    Their last thought was questioning the demon they believe in   Forcing me to start kickin' mental martial arts    Piercing they hearts, with all these metaphorical darts    Make use of this verbal abuse and call a truce    'Cause the verse hurts worse, and works quick as a noose    Stop frontin', you wantin' my mouth to stop running    Some sought assault, but the thoughts kept comin'    The last man who tried, well, he died in his sleep    I can't believe what I was saying put him 6 feet deep    Diagnosed with an overload flow to his brain    I guess the truth that I told him, must have drove him insane    Any rough @.$@., can pull the trigger, but I'm bigger    The poisoned lyrics make you sick quicker than liquor    So go blast your gun, I'm gonna be the one who'll be yellin' victory   When all is said and done son          Now I'm battling my wars    With chords and metaphors    Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword    Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force    For sure the pen's mightier than the sword    Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure    Of course the pen's mightier than the sword       So blow me up with a bomb, I'll move on and go beyond   Like the wayward son, and carry on    I'm forever green, I'm what you never seen before    What you thought was raw was far from hardcore    I'm alive on a compact disc, I never miss, I always hit    Assuring I'll forever exist    Three times as arrogant as Cannibis is    Now they teaching classes, calling it The Borial-Analysis    I grip the mic as if I'm never gonna pass it    When I spit the ancient and eternal to the masses    Enthusiastic, opposite of plastic    Just recorded this shit, and it's already classic    Man on a mission, holding my position    With no war paints, just poetic ammunition          Now I'm battling my wars    With chords and metaphors    Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword    Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force    For sure the pen's mightier than the sword    Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure    Of course the pen's mightier than the sword          Combat, without physical contact, you're under attack    Gettin' bashed, smashed, slashed, and gashed    With the sharp tongue, piercin' your ear drum    It's fearsome, slinging your gun son, I ain't even got one    I'm doing what I say, and saying what I mean    With words that cut clean from a poet supreme    I flip tha Tai-Chi Chuan, droppin' terrorist bombs    With blood from Lebanon like Kahlil Gibran    I reside in the hills outside the city walls    Behind closed doors with the infinite source    While you're dwellin' in your hood, inhaling the smog    I'll be in the woods, puffin' logs talkin' to God    Uninvolved with ya'll, I'm watchin' all far from afar    Loungin' on a mountain top, countin' the stars          Now I'm battling my wars    With chords and metaphors    Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword    Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force    For sure the pen's mightier than the sword    Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure    Of course the pen's mightier than the sword       Mightier than the sword (3X)