Your demise may come as a surprise to all
But me! I saw that beast long ago
Lurking within shadows of fame undeserved
Unreservedly you parade proudly,
Head held highly,
Your chest beaten with fists befitting
A terror beast, side stepping, swaying to a
Treble ridden beat, the bass creates mass panic
Hysteria, masses that get manic,
Hype at first sight!
Goliath for the Philistines, silly lines you spit
On you I spit as karma slays you to sleep
One hit off David's sling;
Your bling is no more; You sing no more;
Prince Naseem you resemble; deja-vu
I recognise the song, pride comes before a fall!
Kevin Mutembei.
2011
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