THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[corleone]

quick keystyle.. diff style.. juss having fun.. lol :)


cor rarely underestimated.. straight flavor to your taste-buds,
honey syllable milk like-words to enstate-tongues//
dare to test my spirit?.. peaches and plums seep through my lungs,
feeding the scum of this earth when I speak over drums//
forever fruitful.. you numb-skulls get crushed quick,
over scriptures and dutches,-.. corleones'-illustrious//
I could never brake.. the name corleone springs greatness,
creating disciples of all nations, who preach-hatred//
sickest to script flows, and rip those who oppose my addict-role,
cor lift chrome, rip bones and ravage your-clique-whole//
I spit cold.. freeze the entire universe when I spew a verse,
a student first.. but the exact reason of why your computer-works//
I'll leave stupid jerks to ruin worse.. chewed to a stew, brewed to slurp..
a ruthless-merc, trained to abuse nerds over foolish-words//
put you in a hearse.. bury you right where you stand,
and watch the blood spill from your corpse right from my hands//
.. who nicer than cor? I write to exam,
and test your rhyming ability on mic if I can//
whether we battle it out.. on a website or on cam,
or on a flight, in the midst of turbulence till' we land..
I'll win every battle,.. that's right, I'm the man,
tear your career to shambles to prove your precisely a sham//
.. corleone, the wise poet,.. eyes open,
divine focus, travel through time to define motion//
.. I write poems to enlighten the broken,
giving sight to the hopeless and blind through rhymes' spoken//
prophesize your demise without checkin' ya palms.. subject to wars,
cause cors' ahead of his time like terrot-cards//
.. evacuate facilities, in my synapses of realty,
a war veteran.. trapped in his own mind of tranquility//
.. shoot you if your near to me, off general principality,
the fact that you even exist to me'll get you killed instantly//
.. who real?, that isn't me.. ?? cause not one of you, literally,
could skillfully fuck with me on any level, lyrically..