THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[asylum]

Ever have the feelings a massive mistake and,
You’ve done crashed in the matrix. Standing complacent,
Grasping for patience and strapped to the stage by lasting arrangements,
I got passionate phrases, attackin the pages like it’s a personal war,
Taken action and waged it, cash in sleek statements , pop flashes,
Tactical nades land on ya on sabbatical days. Tyrranical phrases,
Spit in impractical ways. My field of vision shatters to a fractured state,
See my life energy morph in form to an orange storm that forms an apocalyptical sky,
I been hittin the elliptical tryna be ready when mandatory conscription hits and we climb,
Bug eyed tryna find some time to combine fades n get it mixed up.
Get too fucked up n fall, say fuck it and brawl til the skin on my knuckles fuckin dissolves
Used to be sucked up n small, now ill fuck up all yall if ya step to me.
Keep that metal tucked close with a smile to keep em off the edge,
Before I drop the sledge n leave you split in six pieces with my sick thesis