THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mediocrity]

Rhyme embezzlers seeking divine insider treasure, my timings better I’m quick to write lines without the pressure.
Respect my conglomerate or get checked for your common sense, I’m still not convinced that you eating pasta with mobsters bitch.
You just prolly sit and wait for the scraps to come off the dish
So as I’m cleaning my plate, tell me, “how does it taste?”
Swallow your pride, let it soak in your stomach
I’m only hoping you motherfuckers don’t throw up from it.
Cause I know it’s bitter, I’ve had my fair share of defeat
but I keep it movin, keep my nose clean & up out the streets.
They all bow to me, sitting silent as I preach sinister scriptures with fire speech.
I desire a higher me sitting quietly, nobody try’n me cuz they know I let my iron speak. And when she screams, you’d think my Nina auditioned for the HS choir team.
Bust them pipes without applying pressure, hair triggers come standard on the 9 or Heckler.
No surprise i stretched ya, DNA spread over the wall like a science projector and BITCH I’m the professor.