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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Hey Cubes, hope you keeping safe brother
So I was just scooting through here out of the blue, haven’t written nothing in ages
This got my appetite wetted though, enough here to make me wanna pick up a pen
So I note the “gotta make peace line” probably a good place for man like me to start

Really felt you pouring out some heart here loads of lines got me like “OKAY, IM LISTENING “
Words dismantled limits, that was nice
Tower from your darkest hour carved with power....oh yes
Time itself, lost soul, rhyming helps....never a more true word said

You built this up and carried it through perfect to the end, proper good shit, and just think you probably gonna be responsible for ME of the SPU Coming back and sparkling off world war 3
Respect

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