THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Funny how the talk is intercepted.
How they act awkward whenever mentioned
Begging God for the next ascension
Pour out a Molotov, no refreshment.
Get it together freshmen, 20th year delinquent
Secrets kept, disappearing ink pens.
Swore the mischief was all in the sequence.
That's 1 zero won zero over, ain't been seen since.
Now the scene is all about longevity.
False brevity for the common celebrity.
Why not make a mockery of everything.
Satan swung swords & let the kettle preach.
Alcoholic foresight, for you, no memory.
Just an angel, pray you can settle things.
Not all dogs reach the field or pearly gates
Bitch long enough meet a early fate.
Catch a stray quicker than one turned away.
Why die tomorrow if it can be earned today?
You plain but seem to have a turban aim.
Turn ya rug, talk to the God ya serve & pray.
None higher than I, that's word to J.
Identical to a house of mirrors.
Enter the Dragon you found in fear.
Searched for an exit, doubt was clear...
All you see is me, proud with tears
You've done well. If that's what you call talent.
The rules changed, the scales off balance.
Another easy dub, that sale... automatic.
Why play valiant and act like you caught Roger Rabbit