THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

I would choose to calm down bro, the combo thrown would knock a snot nose afloat, where an infinite amount of realities & stars will roam, I can get loco too, I coast & cruise through the folks with views searching for that hopeful truth, I boast then bruise a collarbone so holler Holmes, I kick shit like a delinquent sinking into a dip stick full of battery acid. your insanity plastic with your anatomy backwards Im the happening after the Happening happened...let me get a dollar yo, could we swap our phones, mine is tapped...no one needs a stalker yo. I deposit 50 into your account I bounce & you bounce, thats the standard amount to fiend yo, swiping sugar out of the tea bowl I see saw on the seeds sown, than ball it up like ya boy chillin in Reno lookin Al Pacino with cats Filipino livin a fuckin dream...whoa I feel like I need chemo when my steams low...how am I gon flick a bean in this heat....whoa....I fainted on the concept remaining with meaningless progress seeing these concepts is like seizin the process defeatin this hot shit what else can I see in the cockpit you steamin piece of dog shit comin through like blah blah, BITCH, I eat where your talking! someone get me a nwopkin someone get me nwopkin whose that rappin on the door of this apartment....