THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

those words are amazing but they better in my clutch
I wear a cashmere sweater & carry a wide lint brush.
swift with an assassin blade while I give my back a shave
back in the day I used wear JNCO & looked like a sasquatch
but now I make a living looking Will Smithish from Hancock
you can play in my sandbox & get robbed by your online friends
a kick to the head will cause you twist into a hogtied limb
past 12 its a mogwai trend to wear green suits & eat baked goods
no telling where they get these ideas from, calling James Woods
sizzle like a steak would, bounce like the jelly inside cake should...
I raise foots with the value of approaching the floor with soul
you can get your kicks running this shit when boredom shows
I make the silliest concept dip it in hot shit, get a whiff of this Watson
you can get it from the tip of my Johnson, magical assistance in progress
proceed with caution, theres a horse in the sky...
the cow jumped over the moon, one sentence is a lie
proceed with the question before I decide to comply
why...why does the mouse run down & a regular pace
where is the cheese inside of that secular maze...
the toast is better with eggs at a veterans pace
I salute the troop that delivered juice with this cinnamon glaze
penguin, pelican, repulican, obsidian, michelin suade