THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

got throwaways that no one could conquest
they live in the villas where I choose to spawn fresh
twisted with bob-bomb heads, you dog meat
soaked up in hog grease, flambeed in some hot heat
this is origami, with tall tales built off of hashish
your lady gaga over paparazzi & electro pop beats
buy a jacket at half price & score down at the swap meet
I deliver it calmly, attentive with a high percentage of call me
you deliver it sloppy, trippin when your delivery in the hot seat
oh golly gee pardon me mr monopoly Im movin pieces so jauntily
you roll at the sausage feast looking for a squandered treat
when you step up to involuntary backlash then holler please
further apologies to the comedy of rolling up like Madonna feet
or primadonnas green to the road that they vanquished on
the caskets nice, the tombstone & the tailor swift, shake it off...
I blaze my shit & start thinking of rhymes for this vacant spot...