THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[2tripple0]

im flipping records and mixing tricks on the deck
you be bugging out constantly so everyone call you an insect
and you aint new York or else after one yard you would jet
im like chords on a guitar nothing for you to fret
im an ill lyricist its easy to see I can smear ya bitch
and if I cut you up nobody would help you getting stitched
this the doctor but your life ending kind of like a terminal
as if it was something to be examined at the emergency hospital
I can let these lines go to waste im like a blunt that's been laced
ill carry you around like a book bag still got ya with a toothache
you bubbled up ya lips still cant compare with my slaveships
ill be burning a blizz and sniffing that cake like it was wiz
and just like jesus im a messiah performing miracles
you must be a stripper way you dancing on top of tables
im the best at the grounds that's why my rhymes so stable
you be like hbo you can only view this if you own cable
and like Canada you must love syrup cuz you symbolize maple