THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[MMLP]

Originally Posted by Mr. J

I weave the outfits that leave the weak surrounded
I need some ounces of weed that would leave me Auschwitz
Im the one they need...complete...announcement

we hear sounds, each piece astoundingly fused
produced in surrounds of people bound in a queue
feet aground we in round in a loop
manoeuvred about, til bounce from the room
sneak around and clouded from view
we knew the amount by the ounces that moved
and found it was too late to get out of the dudes place
now we regroup and move out of the fumes
speeding down, were powering through
“man your slaughtered” randomly announced in pursuit
im ranting orders, backs at the wall as people round
and bang! out of the blue “mate, have this glass of water”