THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

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I've been waiting for my moment.. my times arriving my minds surprising. Supplyin rhymes to the simple simons send missles flying. My bars are killin, I'm markin victims from start to finish. I'm on a mission to off the witnesss he talkin senseless, no empathy for the MC's I say it's strictly business. But who I'm kiddin I'm only in it cause it peaks my interest, so I invite you to come try it if you feelin tempted. Kinda nice with the hands homie these bitches hittin, don't be surprised when I let em fly and leave chins splittin. Old school, type to fight before it shifts to pistol grippin, cause nothing says "I'm the better man" like giving a good ass kickin. I want to feel the pain that I'm inflictin, a little bit psychotic by admittance and a habit of just doing shit without permission barely asking for forgiveness for the sins I been committin.I'm changin with the seasons so of course you see the difference, my heart is even colder than the ice that's on the bridges. It could all be ended if you move wrong catch you slippin, family gathered round in support but this ain't a intervention. Instead of digging you out the hole, they preparin to lay you in it.