Open Mic: Three 16's

Let us begin – Another moment giving something potent- -
Dump opponents under oceans from the flows I’ve sunken boats with- -
The tongue enrolled with lungs exploding tons of soldiers- -
It’s been blunted, soaked in blood and holds a gun component- -
It’s bucked with force or swung a sword or struck with storms and…
Busted more than any nut to torture any fuck who’s blowing- -
A gust combusting torches – A lust to crush your skulls in- -
I’m such a fucking torque to rush disgusting torrents…flushing your shit- -
It’s also done the justice to adjust a crushed emotion- -
The plush of gold I brush ya soul with dusts it gorgeous- -
It comes in doses of a Dutch I rolled with love so smoke it…
With a bud or homie, someone lonely, trust it’s worth it- -
I hope it…shows you such devotion of condolence- -
Cause son, I wrote this when the sun arose above the roses- -
The young and hopeless will become the chosen ones to hold this…
One love the Lord gives cause it’s in us to corrupt as poets- -

My words can piece a broken heart – If need be, shatter it- -
The catalysts that brings peace or leave seeds scattered in…
The deep sea – Drowning with the reefs, knees paddling…
To seek streams out but found the links clinked at the kicks- -
My teeth leaks hazardous disease cleaved at the lips- -
The gaseous laxative attack defeats weak kats to bits- -
...Crash between the mean streets fast with this…
Spat rap - That consists of green leave cannabis- -
The beam squeezed magnum spits obscene heat rapidness- -
Crack and split the back and let the spleens bleed mad liquids- -
Fuck the passionate theatric scenes – Please, lather it…
With cree-py madness from the qui-ja’s additives- -
The maddest kid, that insists you keep me out of this- -
A dream team’s masochist who deep-ly acts as if…
This ink re-captures pasts of each G at the tip- -
As it stabs a gift like that of bee stings atcha grip- -

On second thought - I ain't said enough to get the point across- -
Ya joints is soft - Hoisted with the poisoned dropped- -
I moist it off - One day they'll appoint a boss...
Who knows the cause - When they flipped the game - Like the coin was tossed- -
Salty acts - With the wackest flavors put the soy in sauce- -
It's all ya fault how underground is seeing that the soil's clogged- -
I ain't the boy that falls - I charge with gruesome acts and burn- -
The dude who adds the hurt in ruthless massacres- -
And now that rap has turned into the wrong direction- -
I guard the lessons for the legends in this long depression- -
The godly sessions in the palm with pen encrypted detriments- -
Equipped with weapons within every lyric excrement- -
A villainous intent defends my wicked temperament- -
As sentences descend in cinders, penmanship is excellent- -
Spitting pestilence in this edition - End existence, exit clips…
Enters in intestines in the sense of mental hits– -
Come test my shit...

yo, i must agree...The flow was near flawless throughout this joint...3 of the dopest 16s i've read in a while...keep it up

Definently really hot..Multies were flying right out there with your vocab..kinda stunning actually you really portrayed your talent well here Free..Nice Man

Not much I can say that hasn't already been said, flow was dope and so was the content.

Here are my favorite bars, one from each verse

I hope it…shows you such devotion of condolence- -
Cause son, I wrote this when the sun arose above the roses- -

This ink re-captures pasts of each G at the tip- -
As it stabs a gift like that of bee stings atcha grip- -

And now that rap has turned into the wrong direction- -
I guard the lessons for the legends in this long depression- -

which lines aint make sense, cuz i never settle for that kinda content...and yes it can be rapped....thanks for the feed everyone...