THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Exis · 02-28-2019, 08:37 AM

A fatal blow to the windpipe of life 'causin' ultimate strife
The militia screams payback with knives,
"Come on we'll get him @ night"
Depart the rap market,
Run the point like Jonathan Hargett
Fallen angels turned whores ask me if I'm hard yet
Her eyes get splashed with the wet
& she says,
"I guess the answer is yes"
High officials await to launch they missiles
Knockin' out henchmen in a secured fortress
It's just Mr. T, Bruce Lee, me & Chuck Norris
All four ridin' on electronically equipped horses
With special kamikaze attacks,
in case there's too many forces
I can metamorph of course,
Enter the tent as a general and tell you to assassinate the boss
Knock over coal trains,
Another truck driver slain
A ton of coal crushed his brain
What a shame,
Ayo what a shame
Watch out for a old man with dimples in the temple
Rumor is he's out to kill you for
Defeatin' master whooshu
No need to fret,
He's yet to master his style yet
Nigga lost his right arm in some dragon wreck
I ain't stupid bitch,
I checked out his specs
I chronicled the life of his biological
& me losin' to this fool is illogical
In fact I'll go & meet him in an environment more tropical
How about South America,
Poof! We are now in that area
I'm ready now let him bring on the terror
I'll use my x-ray vision to look thru the trees
Jump on some canopy where to battle him's easy
Both competitors fights are useless if they ain't within range
Wooshu's student is hit bringin' the first ounce of pain
The golden blade is set ablaze by the master Willie Mayes
Bringin' forth wild slashes the students way
If the sword is used right
It has the power to slash a butterfly's eye
& transform it in2 a dragonfly
The master tires,
The situation becomes dire
The match is on a live wire
With the background music bein' sung by some Boston choir.

02-28-2019, 08:37 AM	#1
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,934 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	A fatal blow to the windpipe of life 'causin' ultimate strife The militia screams payback with knives, "Come on we'll get him @ night" Depart the rap market, Run the point like Jonathan Hargett Fallen angels turned whores ask me if I'm hard yet Her eyes get splashed with the wet & she says, "I guess the answer is yes" High officials await to launch they missiles Knockin' out henchmen in a secured fortress It's just Mr. T, Bruce Lee, me & Chuck Norris All four ridin' on electronically equipped horses With special kamikaze attacks, in case there's too many forces I can metamorph of course, Enter the tent as a general and tell you to assassinate the boss Knock over coal trains, Another truck driver slain A ton of coal crushed his brain What a shame, Ayo what a shame Watch out for a old man with dimples in the temple Rumor is he's out to kill you for Defeatin' master whooshu No need to fret, He's yet to master his style yet Nigga lost his right arm in some dragon wreck I ain't stupid bitch, I checked out his specs I chronicled the life of his biological & me losin' to this fool is illogical In fact I'll go & meet him in an environment more tropical How about South America, Poof! We are now in that area I'm ready now let him bring on the terror I'll use my x-ray vision to look thru the trees Jump on some canopy where to battle him's easy Both competitors fights are useless if they ain't within range Wooshu's student is hit bringin' the first ounce of pain The golden blade is set ablaze by the master Willie Mayes Bringin' forth wild slashes the students way If the sword is used right It has the power to slash a butterfly's eye & transform it in2 a dragonfly The master tires, The situation becomes dire The match is on a live wire With the background music bein' sung by some Boston choir.