THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

My thoughts melt into a puddle Im muddled
I struggle to find the meaning behind the hustle
a big fuck you to those who are lookin for trouble
I love you & hate you, but Id hate to become you
quick to scuffle, shots blast & easily outrun you
what do the signs lead to when you bleed blue
I bleed red & make a deal just to see the equal
your thoughts leak through a bandana to greet you
I see you, with your judgmental ass on a steed who...
rides in the sweet blue sky...me I wear a cheap suit
cheap shoes, no ties needed, in the ground I leave you
the modern day evils, raise flags for the street use
align to these dudes who claim theyd never leave you
what a silly predicament that lacks sentiment...
you brother to many men but that also implements..
blood in, blood out, no need to be a mexican.
your next to kin could be in the hole you end up in
thats what you get for meddlin with that metal &...
riding them blocks, backseat pop down, hiding em glocks
when they ride through they always timing them shots
grinding in spots with undercovers who are silent or not
who cares...you tying them knots & buying them lots...
got your grandmother on the northside right in the shops
purchasing new furniture while you high off them rocks
whether you provided or not you still wind up in a box
ready to pop like Jack, slipping of shots of cognac...
BLAT...

[Pharaohs Army]

..I know a guy who's actually pretty good at remodeling furniture and material,
Hook you up with his number -he can help you be ethereal,
Put that bowl down -stop eating all that cereal -your spelling is hysterical
I don't believe in miracles.
I'm an orator
like Pericles,
If you got the power -expect from me the sword of Damocles,
these damn emcees,
need edit-ing. or manag ing,
you're panicking -my 'lil prince -you can't be king!
even though i stabbed your dad
-&shot the queen,
i like to pat -myself on the back, becuz i key

[Pharaohs Army]

sorry i Haven't been Voting,
consider my vote killing a beat with your shit, or later on -Indirectly Quoting,
ileave your stainedglass windows Soapy,
u r incredibly Foul Mouthed,
u were a beast but your Fowl Now,
you had game -but i found out, you fouled out...
didju plan-to-be-Dark?
my Damaging Bars are from another Planet like Mars,
a Savage like Lars, ripping your brains apart like Cabbage Shards,
treating your paranoias 'n sobrieties as a game, like Cards,
i find my own tempo to march, so don't expect my text to be sharp
this April i've been downing a lot of Dayquil
(it)helps wth my sickness -helps me stay chill
plus it's delicious
enough about medicine.
enough about penmanship.
enough about foodstuffs like Venison.
i've got the remedy -it's a New rug &bowling pins,
bt u were 2 dumb ta notice it.