THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

I follow the blind truth that depends on survival
tell me what lies do to a bond you & your rival
what is it worth child..my ability use the forth eye
with a third eye relevant I debilitate you with foresight
my flow course like the end to a very high cliff
the ledge ends where I spit...get your tides split
carry that corpse like the fish that spawn upstream
you fuck tweet, duck feet waddling at me like..fuck me?
get fucked by the cutlery, snot noses bury their sickness
barely attentive, get strung up & parry with Hendrix...
carry a pendant, say a prayer for these bloodsuckers
come get heartbroken & buried in the mud fucker.
I bury a spud cutter, nutty nutter-butter inhaling the allergens
I ran into a fence enamored on gin, hammered again.
get your damn hands off me youll get splattered again
shattered & then wrapped up in antimatter depends
well that matter depends on your inadequate defense
I scatter ashes in the wind for the befallen with a strawberry cough
what a train-wreck from the weak and the voluntary loss
social commentary blah, turn the volume up on my holiday cost
modern day cross in polka berry dots, I spree hope on a weighed cause...
Modern James Bond...I get high off a couple ounces & such & such
eating munch & crunch fucking something up when the buttons punched
what the fuck this is fun as fuck so fucking what you motherfuckin what the fuck
chew wubba but dont chew wubba butt hahaha Im a lumox bruh
code name coming up on the upper cut with the low to right b...
I send this flame out with it swirling beside me...