THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[JESODIST]

Surviving and living in these Treacherous Ways,
Trying to cross through the Tremendous Gates Of heaven wielding Decorous Traits,
Reverent in Base Stop opponents with an Effortless Gaze,
Expose demons on this delicate chase Like whenever the Excorcist Prays,
If i don't attack you on this Lecherous Race its because I am on a Generous Phase,
As your Measureless faith with Tenderness Fades in this Tenebrous Maze,
Living in Insanity Clouded by the Vanity its time for you to Conform to the Reality,
Before you are pulled Down by the Gravity after countless years of Exploring all the Galaxy,
Rolling with Audacity Controlling the Capacity Overthrowing with Barbarity,
Fighting aliens from Unknown Origins who Transform and Bomb you with Gadgetry,
Till you Unfold as Casualty on this Growing Tragedy for having the Poorest of Strategy,
Ordinary rappers in the game Everything we Compose is a Sin,
But manufactured in a way to keep you out from the Hole where You Been
Living All your Life bored within Grown and Sinning in Strife,
Trying to accomplish goals Simply cause its Nice,
But the mission is to educate man and have him Fitted for a Wife,
If you show love then you are Surely Above,
Thinking beyond the average and Fully Evolve,
From all the lessons in life which you Truly Absorb,
I am surrounded by Beautiful Orbs that are Purely and Rose,
From the spot in heaven which we've Securely Reserve,
After all this darkness we Obscurely Observe,
Those recruits that are Worthy of Possessing the Empire,
We are bound to Endlessly Inspire All these Nemesis in Fire,
To back away from vanity which they Immaturely Inquire,
Because they were unable to keep up and shall Helplessly Retire,
The truth is burried deeper everytime you Senselessly Conspire,
To awaken people with inaccurate knowledge Like a Wreckless Falsifier,
Because deception was a carreer you Relentlessly Desire,
Classed a Dreadful Notifier scared to confess in court like a Fretful Testifier,
When it comes to lines I am Impeccable Supplier,
Make you regret going against mine if you're a Respectable Rhymer,
Hold your position and don't Cross these Borders,
Follow the rules whenever the Boss Inscribe the Orders,
My mind is a Fortified Recorder
Through time has gotten Dignified and Stronger find me in the Corner
right colder liquifey the Squadron in your Borders after it Collides with all the Mortars...

[Pharaohs Army]

..Here is the Coldest Shoulder,
u kno it's my only offer,
i write ta bay Area bangers and hand out lyrics to these impostors,,
i guess it all depends how you read the line and the breath between the commas,,
my style sicker than Durant and that's like "go-go gadget". scouts honor,,
you're topical well is drying up so here is some filtered water,,

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[Pharaohs Army]

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