Open Mic: Rivers of Praise (feat. Nigma)

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I'm Sick with it, still
let's get it

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[CHAIN]


Thuggery certificate…stripes like a tally chart
Carnivore calligraphy wiping out their salad bars.
On the beat, it’s just like I’m Tyson and a rally car
Molotov cocktails, fire by the trolley carts
That’s my only baggage when I’m striking back at calloused hearts
Tryna cause static like lightning ain’t my counterpart.
LIKE ME goddamn it, I am ISIS barbaric
Sniped the pallbearers of the tyrants on the ballot card.
I’m the tiger balm on eyeballs cut by violet stalks
Violent dog versus subscribers of a ballad blog.
‘bout it all the time, kept the aura non-feminized
Memorized the venom in my memoirs when I penciled rhymes
How they gon’ talk about the classics and NOT mention mines?
 Knowing I’m too sensitive to brush it off like Sensodyne.
The length of lines matters, niggas, they are palm readers
Dot com divas acting like they’re John Cena.
On Cheech & Chong weed as loud as a gong beater
Can’t get them off them trees…like they’re strong lemurs
Running through them bundles just like a song streamer
Up against a true conquistador they are bonged reefer.
Pure? …well, you ain’t no b-boy from the Bronx neither
This ain’t for y’all like pigeons swarming swan feeders
I’m tryna break bread with the heads that want a Fonz feature
My long sheet of O.M’s plumper than a swamp creature…

…concrete!

[Nigma]

AW NEAT,
Baller C and me compete for peepers like we blonde divas
Evil seeds of Jesus seen to spawn and cross species
We're hot and lethal, raw like ether in a pot that's heated
Stick in thought to limit bitches like they dogs on leashes
I've got a sick concoction, just a drop can rid of yawning
Perscripted oxy mixed with penicillin to fix the coughing
I'm slick and often feeling Pharaoh on Egyptian cotton
The vicious monster hidden in kiddies closets, a godless fiend
I feed on gothic beings, forbidden knowledge, and ganja leaf
I'll bat a man till he's ripped apart in the crypts of Gothem
You wont live to walk the rigid limits of the shit you're talkin
Ridiculous, you know they type... minds are just exhausted
Who hit the top but now are dripping off like kitchen faucets
Bite the sock, tightest will get loosened up like prison saunas
Kick the carcass till the ribs puncturing the skin like blossoms
I'm in a synagogue in a cynics costume, it's candle lit
Penetrating jasmine, you're the fragrance, I'm Aladdin's dick
I'll cater to my fans until my stature is unanimous
Capture all the praise and then I'll bathe in its advantages
Massacres and mayhem cant persuade me from the savage shit
Act of sin forsaken, I've been damned and now I'm back from it
Wack with pen and paper but don't act like I've not mastered it

btw...
brought a dope verse, had its flaws but i wont wine, i loved it
jk, chains john cena rhyme was too short for the line above it





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still in Ethiopia
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Not much to say other than this deserves mad props. Best of june so far.

Nig - YES. See this is exactly what I've been sayin. You put that foundation in and BAMN, the pacing was correct, the pulse behind the bars (whilst some of your stresses were sycopated it worked nicely) and that constant rhythm instantly delivered your rhymes and content at levels beyond some of your more recent drops. This was fire. I will say, your john cena line made me actually "lol" however, if you were an audio head you'd know exactly how wrong you were there, that line is BUTTER (i may even spit it on beat in tc sometime to prove that too.) Yeah for real, do more of this. Get a little tighter with your stressed syllables, if you want some tips on that come in tc sometime and i'll illustrate it live on a beat, I did it with tracks with flame the other day to illustrate how to really pound that flow in he groove. But this to me was one of the best you've written. You can tell you're not used to writing like that, but if you GET USED to writing like that, not only will your text read like top level shit (hence the now 5 star rating) but if you ever do chose to spit it it'll be a matter of learning to spit, not learning to breathe or entirely re-structure all your work.  FYI, this is 100% easily spittable, good work.