THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Void · 07-04-2013, 06:27 PM

Get on that pulpit, preach. Make omens with your vocals. Get 'em quoting things you wrote on weed. Travel backstage where you ain't 'posed to see. Where you battle back hate with coke, and drink. They saddle rap saints like they're the chosen. Lead? Please. I'm just trying to flow, not teach, but I wrap it up as such so you zone with me. Messiah? Pariah. I only know the leaks 'cause I don't own a piece. Birdseye view on the world's lives. You? Trying to get the girl, might you trade all you've made just to learn my truth?

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07-04-2013, 06:27 PM	#1
Void Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 221 Rep Power: 0	Get on that pulpit, preach. Make omens with your vocals. Get 'em quoting things you wrote on weed. Travel backstage where you ain't 'posed to see. Where you battle back hate with coke, and drink. They saddle rap saints like they're the chosen. Lead? Please. I'm just trying to flow, not teach, but I wrap it up as such so you zone with me. Messiah? Pariah. I only know the leaks 'cause I don't own a piece. Birdseye view on the world's lives. You? Trying to get the girl, might you trade all you've made just to learn my truth?