THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Consider me a man of lost talent
a giant that lost balance. gone savage
I elbow drop from heaven all rampant
I became a man who seemed off landish
not from here. nor am I held to y'all standards
I'm true blue and I been riding in God's_Camper
Southern Nevada in the baking sun
Nothing else to say I'm done

[CopyPat]

My brain is off balance, I'm faded off cabbage. Head up in the sky where i rain and drop madness. Crazy, goddamn it, maybe Cop's had it. I made it pop, rappin the greatest.. Hof status. Came from Los Angeles Laker ballin fabulous. Fake: I'm not havin it. Canadian, not faggotish. Came from dark avenues, grainy hard attitudes. Fake: I'm far from packin dude. Play guitar, that's the mood. I came from apartments, that would soon change in a heartbeat to garages and rooms. Name a game. i played it on our street, had a huge gang of us, hardly ever sat we too rambunctious, retardedly happy too. mainly I'm partial, an average dude who's days were spent carpooling, back to school and playing in the yard too, yeah that is who i mainly am. That's the truth