THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Phantom, I hide my face & produce symphonies
reach bliss..flattery is welcome if you like to mimic me
trickery, smoke & mirrors fog their imagery..
perform a hack job on those that saw symmetry
finicky, unbalanced, wild kids that like to run rampant
if you wild out, get Nick Cannon'd by an MC
I don't see em', become backwards, high next week
high tomorrow, high today, hitting a hi hat...
listening to a jazz tape, pimping butterflies, I'm sidetracked
I think theres some type of meaning behind that
but you wouldn't see that especially with your blind ass
don't know what to sell her, where is the wine at?
I hear it, coming from naysayers, name claimers
imitations, easy to rip out the sky, a plane paper..
origami, tore your mommy the whores upon me.
I get more introspective than exploring Zami...
can't stop, nor calm me, I'm too far gone thanks to wifi
I'm playing the curb waiting for the fakes to ride by..
hi, hi, I'm your number one fan, saw all your work
saw all your blogs, I even write like you and autographed my shirt..
'cool kid'