Open Mic: It's a celebration, bitches

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    Posted: 21 April 2022 at 10:58pm

I once was ice when a bomb sufficed
Clinched the summit thrice, since I was toppled twice
Weaknesses exaggerated like an apostles vice
Jesus wept I’m in debt to inept vessels of men
So I sculpt my body in protest with kettles n bells
Every day I swing in hopes of a knockout blow
Come a long way from a dropout Joe
Left my past in the ash as a Phoenix rose
Now I gotta keep running coz those demons close
Compromised everything I stand for, for the sake of survival
Hold myself accountable even though I don’t rate the reprisals
Gotta make peace…or I’ll be a Ukrainian scorched
Thought I saw the light, like a Vibranium torch
But I marvelled at a mirage my mind had warped
Spent thirty-five years living my life as a corpse
Took a couple of blue pills from the hand of a Morph
Now I’m showing up short like a dancing dwarf
Freewheeling so much it’s like I mastered Porsche
Going flat out, missed the turn and crashed the course
I been down so low was in a world of last resorts
You couldn’t comprehend what was needed to smash those thoughts
If I didn’t have my sons…man, that’s a harrowing hall
When you been down memory lane and narrowed it all
My art is the truth, the time when I channel the spirit
My words release my essence and dismantle it’s limits
My scripts are forever, a tattoo on time itself
If you’re a lost soul, trust, the rhyming helps
Dedicated to my craft, outlast the awards
My bars banish the bandits that battle for rewards
Similes in soliloquies like a mirror of reality
My flow forced down your throat like you were drinking in the gravity
If you came to challenge me, with the aim to balance me
That way’s a fallacy, you’d face a grave disparity
You’d need a maze of sanity to shake my clarity
Better to save face like a patron saint of vanity
Built a marques tower from my darkest hour
Where I worship my own idol I carved with power
My own lifeforce I sacrificed on an alter of ice
So don’t cross this mother fucker if you value life

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This was fucking lit ! I like the way you chose to place your rhyme schemes. Has a hint of personal essence to it like this kinda is a glimpse into what's been going on for you in your absence from LA ? Love it happy to see you post Cuba


This was fucking FIREEEE:

Thought I saw the light, like a Vibranium torch
But I marvelled at a mirage my mind had warped
Spent thirty-five years living my life as a corpse
Took a couple of blue pills from the hand of a Morph
NUMBER 1 FEMALE MC TILL THE DEATH OF ME
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