THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[corleone]

quick keystyle..

hush can get clapped quick for running his mouth,
and drug from out of his mattress, when I run in his house//
he claim he from Brooklyn, but he never been in New York,
nobody has ever heard of this fraud, I'll turn him into a corpse//
he's netcees best kept secret, no wonder they call him hush,
you a fag.. I heard diode use to rub you on your ass and you'd blush// (.. lol, homo)
what? he promised you a moderator position?,
or let me guess.. he promised to fix your battles, so that you'd win and have a respectable-record?//
you could never be me.. son check it, I'm New York City's golden child,
you opposing who? I'll script a verse and diminish your entire style//
lucky you.. I overheard your baby momma suck a mean dick,
I picked her and your son up where he go to school at then bought him sneakers//
I took them both on a vacation.. the following weekend,
and listened to them converse of all the places you be in//
I said to myself.. "damn, I'm a genius.. ", my hand over my rachet,
as I'm waiting for you to leave the night club, so I can blast it//
.. this nigga hush shoulda stood in his lane,
he should of kept his mouth shut and stood true to his name// (.. stay quiet nigga)
leave him stuck.. put the tool to his brain,
then fire shots to his head and turn his dome to beef lo-mein//
.. you from the streets? I highly doubt that, get your mouth smacked,
get robbed in the middle of no where, and jaw'd till' your mouth-cracks//
now you can call yourself hush for a legitimate reason,
and watch your mouth whenever your boy Cor is speaking..