THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Wickid]

giving your roomate the flu, im just too sick people
with a flow that gets leathal
looking through my third eye, i see you through the peephole
reading my lines is like reading brail, its something to be felt
so understand this..
if i have to put you in the grave, its only because you dug it yaself.
this black vs white, you thinking this justice for mike brown
jumpin up n down, screaming "oh joy"
but im white, so its ironic how i Cop a Gun to kill this black boy
you thinkin you the man huh, well mothafucka so am i
& i promise you on this soul of mine
that i, think outta this world i got a solor mind
so you can get these hands, wraped around ya neck
or catch a knot in ya throat once i connect with this bow-tie
i grew up watchin smack, my style and delivary can speak for it
i know all about uppin the pistole to let it go...
shiiit Surf n Chess taught me how to reach for it
white boy killin shit.. no columbine
but with this palm of mine ill sodomize ya daughters mind