Open Mic: Why Not

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   Its been forever since I did a text piece so I figured I'd bless a keystyle lol... aww man
Exit wounds gotta dumb swift phantom step
I need another head to put up on my mantle ledge
My schemes is mean within the standard sets
Writtens full of pistols but never brandish threats
When you see the gun smoke is when the cannon rest
An mc that control the line like a Manning strength
Aeros dynamik no lighting on my landing strip
Burying artists from the garden like I planted scripts
In a fight, you'll hit the floor like a tantrum trip
625 a tandem trip, flip, on some random shit
Nerds bugging, watch out, I'm a hurt someone
Herbs fluxing full circle like circumference 
We meet half way like dividing by two
Like I advise you to not rely on the size that I do
An animal on the track, the booth is my zoo
Guerrilla warfare from anywhere I fly through
Set traps in formats from blueprints of war graphs
You can calculate the outcome with poor math
The Lord slash like ninjas in sword class
Results worse then a Accord dash...
After a Ford crash
Call me MC 187 yall never store cash
My bored raps are strong enough to rupture thorax
Yall cant stomach the pain inside ya core plas
Acid burns the lining of ya shit like a war gas
Yall are luke warm, I'm Luke wit the suit on
My kung fu Bruce arm is identical to its true form
Move on, a different origin room has orphanage
Me and you is comparin' apples and oranges
A master of forigein scripts translator of ancient scrolls
The creator of blantant blows as tasteful as baking rolls
A cadence close matched wit agent probes
Placed wit modes to collapse our agin globe
Its time to write a beautiful chapter thats unremovable after
Viewing death as cold as a funeral chapel
Loosen the lasso my noose is suited for assholes
For anyone thinkin' they on my level is provin they half slow
Runaway like a Kanye interlude to tracks bro
One verse hit ya spine starts pertuding ya back bone
Mad data in my mind like computer disk chips
God damn, I got hot hands like Lucifiers fists
Brain on low function im losin my wit
Fight writers block every day after abusin the brick
I knew it was done, finished, my feet are too numb
Blizzard outside got me freezin' to none
Ice in my veins watch how im writin this pain
Igniting a flame to fortune but its slightly insane
Grab a glass pour out Sprite for the lames
Usually a 40 but i'm not right in the brain
Typin this lame written made me sit twice in the rain
Soakin from these tears feel life in the same
Shed light on my reign a warrior weapon and sheild
Sever the steal of blacksmiths embedded with fear
Iraq with, bombs home made with a scratch sniff
Armor carved into my gear like aracnids
Havin you starin down the barrel like its attractive
Opposite pulse of energy like twin magnets
Pill popper more tablets then in a cabnit
Of ya neighborhood addict, addicted to asprin
Open a bottle top, light the tip for a molotov
Go ahead and call the cops i'll break the glass like moslitof
You'll see the havoc that the nozzle cause
Shit'll rub over ya bones like a fossil bronze
All in all, my methods are atrocious
Death wishes are provoked with set switches so ferocious
Even pet fishes get slit throats quick
I'm the best that ever wrote shit
Every line you could quote it
on some chill shit