Open Mic: Krisis - No Competion,

nose bleed,
feedback will be spoon-feeding cats on this next close feed,
on these threads his speeches aren't air-borne like a contagious parasite disease,
on a prose breed,

door by door on his brain my fist knocks,
such an mc like you would join NBA for his head to hit courts,
spewin' his bile content,
like hakes of fish moths,

with such a heart break,
his soul-mate will be holding him together like tile cement,

he wouldn't have tightned swings,
even if he were an exotic dancer with small sized G-strings,

it's a uni-racial marathon and mc's running the wrong race,
face-lift his head to a core base,
he got hooked on Ty' sweet jabs and his jaw breaks,

baited this mc's hake with the slim nets for fish tanks,
poor small nemo couldn't help by find himself in my big hands,
his that mediocre skilled cat,
i could puzzle him with thin zigzags,

he couldn't kick it 180 degrees like paralysed kneecaps,mc's like caster semenya is growing boobs on his big chest,
stop his digestive tract and whippingly sabotage his donkey thick arse,

shiit,
his Noah of this ark phase,
he merely exists like the dark age,
you harry Z potter the marked sage,
static energy into these mc's life isn't destined to spark fate,

inclined to lazing donkies,
you dick riding and strapped on hay couldn't you see we on different horses,

meet the after-life forms,
cloud his dark decisions like heavy night storms,
metal-apparatus-attached when I spike bombs,

your whackness lies with-in the sealed lies but heres the uncontainable truth,
theres no fairy's coming to take your over-grown milk tooth,

his aspect is faced like slopes on the countryside landscape,
his sad face has a big gape,

Lamark's theory on natural section was proven by his ape face,
his the disadvantaged un-advanced charity case,

he won't survive like an attack on a military base,

delivering tight spasms like vice grips,

i'd bash and slash you to get a hold of my nice whips,

I'm agile fast with this slick pace,

unconsciously this oke is on a comma what's up ? Dick face,

dislocating joints and relocate the joining points were your knees break,

Extra Terrestrial punches knocking you of to mid space,

cut the grass to whip and hit snakes,

like you experience your first quake his feet shakes,

throw this Jumper through concrete walls,

his left unaswered like reject calls,

go make sand castles,
while my hand staples,
and joins you 2faced geek with a punch,

kid you rhyming with the phenominal flow,
expert,
the reactions of potential mechanical blow,
except,

it grows worse when I attempt the concept,
I'm seeking the deeper part of the concept,

shun ! I'm what all a knight seeks,
to further trials to achieve my level is to go script for nine weeks,

am a natural hazard,
that could cause an unusual blizzard,
King Krisis the lyrical wizard. Fatality..