THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Exis · 03-14-2019, 11:30 PM

Composin' perfection when my verse drops intact
Releasin' letter by letter,
Each word blocks your path
Who burnt all your plans?
There's no fuckin' doubtin' me
'Cause I raise to the occasion like crazed soccer fans
Y'all ain't endurin' this,
My attacks last months
Kickin' so many flavors I'll leave a fat man stunned
Your net career son,
Face it ;)
Consider it done
After I leave you flyin' off of this board like a fuckin' Jackass stunt
Bitches claimin' illness & that's the best y'all can do?
Like personal trainers that lie,
These cats stay stretchin' the truth
I release raw material y'all are to scared to witness
You wantin' to war son?
I'll stay prepared with fine precision
Can't bare to rhyme with me trick?
I stomp kids quick,
& leave footprints on they heads like I'm wearin' my Carolina fitteds
It's apparent I'm sicker,
You can't consume this toxic lyrical content that'll quickly tear up your liver
Darin' with scriptures,
I destroy kids & have them learnin' the fax since they be to scared to deliver
Remainin' lyrically armed,
This verbal Lord's in control
Droppin' this sick text is a fair warnin' to hoes
As for foes?
On my path of greatness I scorn all who oppose
Rhymes I've dealt steadily
Capable of meltin' vets you see
Who's the top of all time?
Bitch you best fuckin' mention me
'Cause when I attack you better brace yourself like self dentistry
Can't deny my ruthless feats,
Fuck biters,
I've mastered this game and never had to rely on no cheats
I supply dudes with defeat,
& if they denyin' my skill
Like African feasts they just lion thru they teeth.

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03-14-2019, 11:30 PM	#11
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,934 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	Composin' perfection when my verse drops intact Releasin' letter by letter, Each word blocks your path Who burnt all your plans? There's no fuckin' doubtin' me 'Cause I raise to the occasion like crazed soccer fans Y'all ain't endurin' this, My attacks last months Kickin' so many flavors I'll leave a fat man stunned Your net career son, Face it ;) Consider it done After I leave you flyin' off of this board like a fuckin' Jackass stunt Bitches claimin' illness & that's the best y'all can do? Like personal trainers that lie, These cats stay stretchin' the truth I release raw material y'all are to scared to witness You wantin' to war son? I'll stay prepared with fine precision Can't bare to rhyme with me trick? I stomp kids quick, & leave footprints on they heads like I'm wearin' my Carolina fitteds It's apparent I'm sicker, You can't consume this toxic lyrical content that'll quickly tear up your liver Darin' with scriptures, I destroy kids & have them learnin' the fax since they be to scared to deliver Remainin' lyrically armed, This verbal Lord's in control Droppin' this sick text is a fair warnin' to hoes As for foes? On my path of greatness I scorn all who oppose Rhymes I've dealt steadily Capable of meltin' vets you see Who's the top of all time? Bitch you best fuckin' mention me 'Cause when I attack you better brace yourself like self dentistry Can't deny my ruthless feats, Fuck biters, I've mastered this game and never had to rely on no cheats I supply dudes with defeat, & if they denyin' my skill Like African feasts they just lion thru they teeth.