THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[2tripple0]

im flipping the decks every rhyme I write its twentyfive to life
you like an outdoor pussy cat aint no one going to let u inside
im quoting gods and looking for the sessions of first order command
youll sink quick like sand and like a beaver im building a dam
you suck at rhymes your shit aint worth spit
fill a book with them verses still aint got no purpose
and im making you watch for cliffs like a light house
you aint no player coach is like get your head out the clouds
and im killing raps im splitting the earth with the equator
you minor league and aint no time for no liquidators
im dope as fuck counting my cash like Dracula
you taste like puddy the way you serving up some tuna
and its like lightning before thunder way I count the distance afterwards
and know how far I am from the center of the storm
but it aint raining and I aint no hurricane
you may think im not stable but im definitely not insane
gonna finish this verse as strong as I started it
im digging out your cartilage and like macaroni heat u up in an instant