Open Mic: 36 Lines

In order for you to feel me – I’ve illustrated kills
An ill instated skill still sealed and rated real
Built till the fate reveals spilt will in faded shields
Wield a page unveiling flames that peel grills in blazing steal
Bills, deals and making mills still drills the holes in hope
Known a pro because the flow I chose is stolen most
Groping throats and choking foes – Till their foaming gross
With your skull and bones showing more than phony ghosts
In a zone where thrones are broken from the poems I wrote
It’s payback for fake fags who made rap to waste trash and now they owe they soul
With ya corny prose you poorly note…This game…
Is full of nosey hoes who only know of snorting coke
But of course the globe would rather hear some bastard cheer
About the ass and rear and trashing peers from just a half a beer
Rap is near the casket where the mass is clearly wack and queer
Fashion, gear, and straps are dear to every act’s career
It’s sad to hear it past the ear – Facts ain’t a factor here
Having fear of massive veers right back to where the past appeared
Is vast and we’re the kats who stared and watched it crumble
The block’s a jungle and the talks of love has gotten subtle
There’s still of box puzzles waiting to be brought to bundles
Cock and unload shots and puddles drop in rubble
Moms befuddled from the loss and troubled what the cops have mumbled
Glocks are bottle pop with bubbles popping up from rocket shuttles
We walk as brothers but are taught to tussle for ya pride
Is it a hustle or a grind that we will lust for in our lives?
I touch you with a rhyme to either crush you or provide
That little muscle when you climb to reach above through all the strive
Upclose to ya mind - I'm the barrel in the temple- -
Tryna bare with shit that's meant to be repaired to its credentials- -
Incomparable when terror's close I'm tearing clothes like "THERE IS HULK"- -
The chairman of this scary flow as daring and prepared to blow...
Till the air explodes ya hair to toes and shows a barren zone- -
Full of arrows, bones, apparels torn and narrow holes that bare ya souls- -
Where I stare alone...in a chair I stole from the pharaoh's throne- -
There you go...Swearing "no fair...there's no where to go"

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Dope, loved it man as usual...dope content, dope rhymes...easily the best overall writer on this site imo...period

Loved how u used different rhyme schemes this time tho its dope when u drop a milli using the same one haha...

nice shit man..

appreciate the feedback kay...lol at point...

thanks alot ram and rhymez....appreciate the comments...

overall: another freeda piece