This is a song about "Sword art"

I'll pull out my fencing sword

Fresh out the airport

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

Soft white the art i twine

But most of the time

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/