THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Ya think ya flow sick but all I see is salmonella.
Meat substitute, tofu slice you just ran with filler
Act familiar but no one wants an act, fan filter.
Wipe the dust off, stunting like Jackie Chan's killer
Make a backflip flip back, kick, get ya lip smacked
Knock a bottle cap off a water bottle, nitpick facts
Each line filled with enough powder to fix fat.
Protein to the face, cock got a .50 cal kickback.
It's that...
Mad atrocious, mad focused, man moping.
Half hoping ya man's motives magnum opus'd
Guess not, I was dead wrong but bless y'all
I get off on the next thought, sonic the hedgehog.
It's all a blur, I mop the flur, drop ya whure.
I'm not so suuuure..
But even my rhymes could prop the door.
Proper war on the props you wore
A lot of humor straight to ya pompadour...
But I rather not. I'd rather rock random thought.
Tape today's south park on my Magnavox.
Grab a saw, build a gazebo, plan a ball.
Plant a seed, grow a tree then scam the law
Review zoning and discuss property location.
Do a tax write off then play monopoly...
No relation. I just like board games.
Do what takes most at least 4 days.
See you can write. For me it's foreplay.
Twist & twirl, flick the pearl, get it girrrrrrl
You just want a nut but in this worrrrrld.
J determine when he stops...
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Carry on without the luggage.
Ya boy so sluggish after chicken mcnuggets
My tummy filled, that silly stomach
Why you slow me down, the mad man cometh.
Rhyme for rhyme that pen is running.
Line after line that sense is ..nothing.
My goodddddd God.
You look odd.
Couldn't talk.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't write...couldn't draw.
My goodddddd God.
You look odd.
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Do what takes most at least 4 days.
I see you can write ;)
For me it's foreplay