THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Treat em like the tag, I grip & rip off
Roped off, through the mat the kid gets kicked off
BAH GAWD he is literally broken in half
Catch all these hits like smoking the pack
Feel the sting, catch the heel, the undertaker
Meet your match and grab another paper...
The hand that guides the blade cuts the fiber.
Slides until it finds the brain, what's a liar?
Wisdom in sly tongue with a touch of priors...
A wheel that rides the lane til it's fucking tired.
Sisyphus rode the escalator on a high horse.
With the eye of Cthulhu staring into the time warp...
Rhyme morse while powered by a divine force.
Take a finger, find a point with Tokyo crime lords.
Tip the globe, rip the atlas, find the equator.
Tried to roll up quick but I still need paper.