THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

This is like Saw to me, want to play a game? take a shot or leave
any style is a like a pawn to me, I write so ill, so awesomely..
my right so skilled, there no wrong to me, but for the sake of mockery...
I go off, offn MCs, writers, rappers often...see the robbery?

My pen causin embarrassments
My keyboards lost in appearances
My ideas locked in the mysterious
I lay out the coffins for the inferior
they remotes lost in the interior...

but Im universal, touching on anything they brought
did everything they thought, simplicity is way off...
I could take time off & they couldnt catch up with my drops
with every line drawn on a blank piece, poppin off side arms
lazy boy signed off, greasy fingered bart simpson my god...

trickery is for kids & I have no sympathy to give
imagery equipped with flow the spigot could get
kicking it to pricks til they see what the differences is...
intimate shit, get the tip? you so limited bitch.
dividends split just as the thighs do when Im visitin cribs..

tossin drawers to hampers, you thought it was pampers
but Im too awesome & dapper, you get lost in the grammar
she fake it, I body the actor, act stressed prolly the standard
she dirty we give props to Diana & Im tossing cadavers...
you idolizing Pac & The Answer like you in high school
prolly listen to Young Joc & answer to the nickname typhoon
whoever you blow gets wet over your simplistic stability
simplistic ability Im adding & dividing till arithmetic is killin me