Resurgence
I have eyeballs on rivals
to tear them from titles
push them to survival
for now's my time to thrive tall
replicating the idols
with my wired alive force
answer destiny's call
I'll live desperate no more
fresh with my core filled with fuel
skill pour sick of this stall
now to glide from the crawl
out of the Hell I endure
I'm most assuredly sure
I will rise from the fall
reach for prizes and soar
dead certain winner of war
Revive The Trim Trimmer show
With phenomenal flow
Not no go or so-so
oh no I'll show flow woah woah
High and low like a yo-yo,
smooth rhythm knock out blows
tick tock tick tock explode
If you don’t know now you know
not these awful corny rows
bring bringer of no hope
for The Trim Trimmer show
will win with win winner flow
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