THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

I remember when writers would practice caution
opening their bottles and pulling out the cotton
so nice of you to drop in! the sensation has popped in
this attempt to survive is the illusion that I'm caught in
the bird was mocking, and the raven was knocking..
I was coughing over elixers & potions
created this society put the fixture in motion
I make their ability to stand fissure, it's broken
the silence is the key to the door of present day
most of the work I do is often for professions sake
a trip down memory lane with a ridged blade
the power of Thor's hammer in a 6 inch mace
I was hitting vases in the shape of water spouts
with my hair spiked up with a gel and my collar out
I swear I've had so much fun theres less to martyr now
when I want to write I leave everything watered down
so I don't need auto correct when my penis auto erects
so I don't need to say much as long as the motto connects